released 08 March 2010
-- On Your Way --
Leigh Marble: vocals, acoustic guitar
Kali Giaritta: glockenspiel
Matt Harmon: electric guitar
Matt Huiskamp: bass
Graham Houser: banjo
Stephen Colvin: drums
-- Lucky Bastards --
Leigh Marble: vocals, electric guitar
Matt Harmon: drums
Matt Huiskamp: bass
Graham Houser: banjo
You took me for granted, stepped on my face
It came as a surprise, I couldn't save it if I tried
Not even to mention what became of my heart:
Battered and fried but I don't even mind if you're leaving,
Just get me another drink on your way
You gave little gifts and then took them back
I don't even imagine it was your plan of attack
But your cold M.O., easy come, easy go
Ce'st la vie, sailor girl, there's ports of call a callin' hey
So get on your way!
A guitar case of photos to the untrained eye
But each one's a trophy of a different guy
I don't blame you, playing the gypsy -
Some freedom that eluded you in Chicago town
Now you drive across praries to swim naked in the ocean
Just you, your car, and another day
And you're on your way.
Tending bar in a Texas town,
Thinking about if you're settling down
Or settling for less, if the answer's yes
Then fuck it all, and tuck it all into your pockets
And grab your keys, stick to the plan,
I don't care you cut me loose, just live up to what you say...
And get on your way!
Track Name: Lucky Bastards
There's a long long list of all I haven't got
And lucky bastards who should all be shot
Now every corner's been taken, gotta find a new room
Don't say you don't cause you're scared cause it's all over too soon
I've seen old shots of Charlie Watts
I've seen old shots of Charlie Watts
I do not wish for what i haven't got
But i've seen old shots of Charlie Watts
The American dream i had last night was a bad dream
The American dream i had last night was a bad dream
This town is a shitpit of black-flagged ships
Where underaged women with oversized lips
Are pulling us down with a shake of their hips
We buy them big drinks but they only take sips
Knowing the score means knowing what worked before
And being at bat means put your back into that
The rats they are gnawing me to shreds
From coast to coast, in a thousand beds of
American dreams that I had last night, they were bad dreams
The American dream i had last night was a bad dream