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Release Date: April 23, 2006
Tracks:
Sticky Savannah
Susannah & a Storm
A Devils Drought
In The Bars Tonight
Somewhere South of Here
Credits:
Will Elliott: guitar, vocals
J. Clay Koweek: guitar
All songs written by Will Elliott
Recorded:
Recorded, mixed and mastered by John Axtel at
Signalhouse Recordings www.signalhouse.net
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All artwork designed & hand packaged by Michael John Serpe at
Home Recorded Culture in beautiful Tucson, Arizona
Lyrics:
In the Bars
Tonight
Somewhere South of Here
A Devils
Drought
Sticky Savannah
georgia was a stretch
so we settled for main street
between minor chords and off-beats
savannah is so sticky;
I like the cold-you like the hot heat
and summer is a virgin
for two strangers down on main street
baby, bless your heart
but I am smart to your quick tongue
you tell me smoking kills
and then you suck the air from my lungs
we speak of many things -of demons, devils, songs that I’ve sung
and I sometimes play the
part
but I’m still smart to your quick tongue
and it ain’t all that it
seems
as I dream us up a slow dance
though I’ve learned a
lot on loan
from the cheekbones of our romance
the moon is full tonight
so I can light myself a last chance
but nothing was the same
when I came upon your slow dance
Susanna & A Storm
look away, oh susannah
I’m burning down your house
and the heat
is driving me away down south
I feel bad about the ashes
I just wanted to keep warm
and it ain’t your fault
that you like breeze and I like storm
see, these songs that I
sing
they got this empty ring
and the letters that I send
they just means to an end
and that photo, black & white,
it ain’t wrong, and it ain’t right
but when I take it off my shelf
I could disagree with myself
you were just the pill I needed
and I drank it down with wine
but I get so weak
from drinking all the time
it’s just my nerves-they never whisper
and my intuition’s blind
but my memory
has been yester-yeared and auld-lang-syned
I got spies up the coastline
they say the got some news for me
perhaps they’ve seen
my daughter-of-the-sea
I’m a devil with a bible
she’s my angel with a blade
that’s why, she says,
her wings are always frayed
there’s a river-
quaked + cold-
running around your neck
and it smoothes my knuckles
down to the bone
i’m a worn one-
born and bold-
tamed like a timberline
(or simply said,
i’m silenced like a stone)
so lick me lovely
waves above me-
I’m on higher ground
and rain away
as we rock ‘n’ roll it around
and rain away
as we roll around
and rain away
In the Bars Tonight
what are they thinking
in the bars tonight?
what were you thinking
when you turned out the lights?
did they count out their reasons
with the shots that they took?
did you ransom a feeling
just to write one more book?
what are they thinking
in the churches today?
did you burn out your temple
just to light up your way?
they were singing some song
about redemption and sin,
and you hoped that tomorrow
would find it’s way in
what are they thinking
in my home town tonight?
did you lease out your plans
just to keep them in sight?
were they making rock ‘n’ roll
in the club that I played?
did the fear of the music
keep you away?
if i turned the lights on
my halogen horizon
would show up red my rusty coat-of-arms
i’d have you seein’ double
thick skin, paved with stubble
i’d ride away and masquerade my charms
somewhere south of here
at one dirty sunrise
i might just share your blue eyes
and fly a dream down to new orleans
i know you’ll try and stop me
five miles above Kentucky
so i hope to god that i can get past queens
and live south of here
well now i’m all in shambles
i’m just a kid who rambles
trying to learn to sing some songs
i’ll fly back home tomorrow
‘cause your eyes are bleedin’ sorrow
but you know that i belong
somewhere south of here
