Vinyl of the full-length, limited to 100 copies on black vinyl with silkscreened cover art on chipboard sleeve with obi. Manufactured by Softwax Record Pressing in Philadelphia, PA
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A second pressing of the vinyl of the full-length, limited to 100 copies on purple vinyl with inverted silkscreened cover art on chipboard sleeve with obi. Manufactured by Softwax Record Pressing in Philadelphia, PA
Includes unlimited streaming of Gold Dust
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lyrics
Gone & chased myself off again
Can’t think of a brighter sun
Than the one over the place you thought you might forget
This place looks better in the rearview,
Set to singing some lonesome tune,
“Well, they can’t be all sad songs” I sang it through the tears.
It’s over now
Try to sleep a while
Anywhere you can be distant from yourself
I’ve never felt any stronger wind
Than the one blowing at my back
If I stay planted, it’ll rip me from my roots
Have you ever heard a tree come down?
There’s no way you can forget the sound
The creak before the eerie calm preceding that unearthly thud
It’s over now
Kinda always was
If I think that I could sleep awhile
When you think you’ll finally get some rest
Anything can make a good mattress
A van, a floor, a railroad overpass
These are songs you thought you’d never sing
& there are thoughts that I’m ashamed to think,
There’s a place nothing matters, no one stays.
Like a ghost, abandoned & afraid,
What I need, it changes day to day
Not sure it’s really mine to find
Some have a home, some stay alone,
Some of us were made to move around
Well, is it because or despite
A brighter moon and a blinding light
That I don’t think I’ll be sleeping easier tonight?
I’ll spend a little more time alone,
Got nowhere else to go,
But I’m still thinking there’s a chance for me to finally get it right.
I really liked "Cosmic Cash" a lot but this album is even better. Eight out of twelve tracks are on heavy rotation in my playlists. Papa Jay (Radio Smorgasbord)
If Wooden Shjips traded their sails for a prairie schooner, this is what you might hear them playing around the campfire at night on the Great Plains: homespun country-rock with a hint of psychedelia. Wonderful stuff, from start to finish. neu-mann