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Until We Lay Alone

by Zach Stock

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1.
Hurricane 02:55
Lay me down in your thunder Lay me down in your rain My oh my, did you really think I only wanted your name, Hurricane? I let go of my anchor and it's sturdy chain I let too much liquid leak inside my brain And I don't know when, but I became the raging sea so blue So can I come crash next to you, Hurricane? And without a doubt, I'd be running out There's nowhere I remain Yes without a doubt, I'd be running out There's nowhere I remain But you got me everywhere at once Hurricane Lay me down in your thunder Lay me down in your rain My oh my, did you really think I only wanted your name, Hurricane?
2.
Branches 03:33
cover me with blankets if I shake cover me with blankets if I shake the cold runs deep, the ones I love all fall asleep don't you make no mistake I myself have never felt more awake “cover with branches when I die,” she said “cover with branches when I die don't confine what is no longer yours or mine inside that box as if I'm not already a part of what is here, of what is now, alive” over and over and over I'm waking from waking up over and over and over when one time was enough I'm still waking up cover me with blankets if I shake cover me with blankets if I shake the cold runs deep, the ones I love all fall asleep but don't make no mistake I myself have never felt more awake
3.
under cameras like mistletoe, murderers clean up nice (suits and ties) and swear to us when missiles blow, this time they will deliver (paradise) but you could not match your pair of socks and like every walking paradox they hung you up on a tree like plastic lights strung out between the green and red knocking on the cars and in my head some homeless holy poltergeist my body hurts when I blink it's even worse when I think I wanna walk on out of here but in this room full of hallways the outside is always here on the inside... I saw the statesman drifting down, the way the mammon trickles in his stupid dream (he's kicking back!) I saw the rebel swimming up, lockstep with salmon in the sweeping stream (she's kicking hard!) but you did not fight or float along, so tell me am i right or wrong to call you a perfect fool cause you knew nothing of your strength, and nothing of the way the river pulls I saw you choke, I saw you drink and like a stone I saw you sink I saw you walk on the water you're not making any sense you don't go with or go against the outside on the inside
4.
you have enough trouble, but I have a rambling mind you have enough trouble, but I am the gambling kind and all my money is on this rambling song so don't go honey, don't go if I'm long cause all my money, all my money is gone! oh nobody can do you like I can you cause loving is like losing and losing's something I can do they say beggars can't be choosing, and then they say I chose to beg so I am still the round hole if I'm not the square peg well if this road don’t take me home, I'll walk it just for having legs Hold my drink steady, I think already she is up and gone down my whiskey and eat the rocks, there's more rounds in me than a goddamn clock, I'm spinning - someone's winning but it's not me - all my money she's gone so long rambling, I'm rolling on off my wheels so long rolling, I only know how to kneel all my words already been done spoke all my money, you know I only go for broke so long woman, you can probably strike a better deal but oh my darling, he won't feel the way I feel
5.
Shoes 04:22
my mother holds her father's hand he's ringing long on heaven's bell she climbs as deep as she can deep as she can into his hell foxholes far across the sea abandoned wells in his brain fill up now with blood, and mud, and memories that distant eyes cannot explain she cries as she tries on his shoes she knows there are places you go alone gonna lay down his burden down by the bedside all the things that can't be said but all the same, walk around inside walk around inside their heads she cries as she tries on his shoes she knows there are places you go alone my mother can I hold your hand? I know I can't wear your shoes but I will climb as deep as I can deep as I can into the place where you go alone
6.
Black Gold 04:20
wake up, wake up and my name’s as far away as the factories that wove these tangled sheets my window offers no relief the sun is black, the sky is on its knees I’m barely awake, but the day’s grown cold nothing has not been bought or sold can’t wrap my mind around this dream, my fingers feeling for the seams, but I can’t get out of it I can’t get out, I can’t get out outside, standing frail like a wild tree machine gun cradled like a smaller child missing teeth like a church marquee the cliché went the same way as her smile. she wears the stars and stripes on her sleeve like bars of code on her wrist scars born of the invisible hand, and its miserable fist. face wrought with illegible jest, she climbs into an oil drum blackness rising up to her chest the beating heart of the world to come she says to me “I’m barely alive, but I’ve grown old. nothing glitters in this black gold can’t wrap my mind around this dream, my fingers feeling for the seams, but I can’t get out of it I can’t get out, I can’t get out” she says “I can’t get out, I can’t get out” She curses god and strikes a match, watches time collapse as somewhere moses strikes a boulder god speaks in a rage of light a burning flash, at once the night is over night is over, wake up wake up
7.
Wild Violet 04:04
If my home was a page, well I turned right to it If my home was the whole damn book, well I burned right through it And if this was my own story, I never knew it Only now, in death, does it hit me So let me sleep, right here, in this bed that I make In the house that must fall, and the heart that must ache All this time, if my home woulda been a snake, It would have jumped up and bit me Now my body goes missing like a shoe or a glove, And I just could never lose these blues like love Well let me be refused a home up above So the grass on my grave won't forget me Bloodroot, chicory, dandelion, ironweed, wild violet, will you forget? Bloodroot, chicory, dandelion, ironweed, wild violet, will you forget?
8.
Tell me after long reflection, that every strong connection, does not hang by some mystic thread. Call it time or circumstance we just have this simple dance until we lay alone in our beds. Are you gone for good? Bleeding sky in motley gradation I collapse in artless elation, like colors in light unbending. Loss will give love so much worth Lasting beauty is only birthed by the fear of it ending. Are you gone for good? Children mistake themselves for spies In careful fists, the wind and I trade our coy commotion. Pockets full of mirthful mess hopelessly try not to confess but spill out our eyes like oceans, And I am gone for good - I am gone for good Every day in strange new blankets Every day naked and small I'm crawling out blind the first and last time Do you mind doing anything anything at all?
9.
I really got a lemon this time Oh I really got a lemon this time I said I really got a lemon this time I really got a lemon this time She's got a smile like a lemon slice but she simply is not nice and I'm a little sour about the power someone like that can hold - so bright, so bold but I won't pucker, cause I'm not nobody's little sucker I'm walking to the bar, it's beer o'clock the one place I get some honest talk Warm my heart with an ugly grin Fill it right up with love again Warm my belly with the liquid sin Fill it right up there to the brim Warm my heart with an ugly grin Fill it right up with love again... But the TV's on way too loud Some politician's throwing candy at the crowd Oh look! Now he's coming down to shake some hands Clickity-clickity-flash-flash! He's a lemon tart - he's got that zest! He will buy your heart right out of your chest and I'm a little sour about the power someone like that can hold - so bright, so bold but I won't pucker - cause I'm not nobody's little sucker mother fucker, I'm sick of making lemonade I'm sick of making lemonade I said I'm sick of making lemonade I'm sick of making lemonade Give me a drink, I mean, I mean a real drink, I mean a hard drink, a real hard drink cause I'm sick of making lemonade I'm sick of making lemonade and I won't pucker - cause I'm not nobody's little sucker
10.
Empty Cup 07:23
I don't know if I've been right but I think it's safe to say I've been wrong I don't know if the day will come but the night sure as hell has been long I've lost a lot, but I've still got an empty cup, I hold it up Nothing, nothing, nothing of more worth I don't know about blind optimists open their eyes I guess, and get depressed but I will take my chances Cause I don't pray or click my heels, I just look around and try to steal god's sideways glances I've lost a lot, but I've still got an empty cup, I hold it up Nothing, nothing, nothing of more worth Maybe faith always dies in the air it's not a blind leap if you know just where you want to land Now the whole world is split by your line in the sand but the truth won't fit on the side that you stand It don't mean shit, anybody can be certain Maybe god bows to your command, borrows your words and moves with your hands, but how do you hide from yourself behind that curtain? I've lost a lot, but I've still got an empty cup, I hold it up Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing… And I don't beg because I do or I don't believe And I don't beg because I will or I won't receive Nothing, Nothing comes first I don't beg because there's water I beg because there is thirst

about

1. Hurricane
2. Branches
3. Walking Paradox
4. The Gambling Kind
5. Shoes
6. Black Gold
7. Wild Violet
8. Gone For Good
9. I Got A Lemon
10. Empty Cup

credits

released October 28, 2011

All songs written and recorded by Zach Stock. © 2011.
Mixed and mastered by Bill Moriarty, Philadelphia PA

Featuring...
Levi Landis: Lead Guitar - 4/5/10, Banjo - 2/3/6/9
David Cordes: Double Bass - 2/3/4/6
Jon Cannon: Double Bass - 9, Percussion - 4
Augie Fairchild: Cello - 1/5/8
Daniel Torday: Backup vocals - 4, Mandolin - 4
Alexandra Day: Grand Piano - 10
Corrie Spellman: Backup vocals - 5
The Baynton Family Handclap Auxiliary (Crow, Mista TJ, Stapes, Dody, Edelbeat, Teenwolf) - 1/3/9
Zach Stock - Vocals, Guitar (Additional shakers, suitcases, tambourine, typewriter, banjo, keys, toy keys, glockenspiel.)

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