Country Music

by The Western Set

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released March 3, 2012

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Track Name: Country Music
I hate every band they got on television. I hate every song on the radio. I guess they figure, “why go making music when you could be moving units that get thrown away the day after they’re sold”. To Hell with them, I’m going to start my own band. To Hell with them, I’ll write the songs myself. If I hit the wrong chord or I sour the notes I’m singing, at least you know I mean it. Someone? Anyone? I can’t be the only one who can’t believe they call that country music. We’ll probably never make a single dollar, but Johnny’s the only cash I’ve ever had. So I figure why go chasing money when my pockets aren’t that deep and when I’m plenty happy singing for a drink. Someone? Anyone? I can’t be the only one who can’t believe they call that country music.
Track Name: You Must Be Losing Your Mind
I know I wouldn’t be your mother’s choice, but just because no one likes your voice doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t sing. I know you know I’ve been called some awful things, and usually I’ll be the first to agree with them but for some reason, you don’t. It seems a lot of people call me a lot of things but you call me baby. I don’t mind the insult; it’s the injury, a favorite record tied to memories I’d rather forget. I know I’ve never been a decent man but, darling, when you take my hand I can pretend I’m forgiven because a lot of people call me a lot of things but you call me baby. You tore out every stitch of my unlovable label. A badge I’ve always hated but was always unable to lose until you proved me wrong. You must be losing your mind.
Track Name: Blue, So Blue (So Blue, So Blue, So Blue)
I’m as empty and blue as the sky above the roof of the house where we used to live. The ghosts in the hall rattle chains as they call out my name for me to join them. These days the motion is more fluid than what is inside the glass that I sip as I sit by myself until I pass out. It’s a long road home to you. It’s a long road home to you and I’m blue, so blue, so blue, so blue, so blue. I’m as lonely and lost as a ship in the fog off the coast of some god-forsaken isle and the impulse to drink or just sleep for a week is too much for me to reconcile. These days the devil’s in my drugs and there are demons in my drinks and they cry tears of blood as they howl in my dreams. It’s a long road home to you. It’s a long road home to you and I’m blue, so blue, so blue, so blue, so blue.
Track Name: Whiskey From The Tub
I’ve a pale yellow heart like a smoker’s fingertips. I’ve done my best but it seems I just can’t reconcile it. Why was the day my best friend left me on the night my brother died? I know that getting drunk won’t help but I figure it’s worth a try so I drink my whiskey like it’s beer. I drink my beer like it’s water. I drink my water like it’s whiskey from the tub. My heart’s more broke than me and I haven’t a penny to my name, but I’ve got no job and I’ve got no god so that just leaves me to blame as I miss our summers on the front porch and the sunshine on our backs. I miss the laughter. I even miss the petty fights as I throw this next one back. I drink my whiskey like it’s beer. I drink my beer like it’s water. I drink my water like it’s whiskey from the tub. Dogs howl at the moon because they have got no souls to sell and we scream at the sky like there’s any god to tell us that we’re not all here just to die, but I know we’re here just to die.
Track Name: Just You
Won’t you tell me what has happened to the man that I love? Won’t you tell me, where could he be? He was handsome and gentle and strong and kind, too, and now, darling, now there’s just you. Won’t you tell me if he’s gone to love another so I can start starting anew? He plucked me from the vine to make our red wedding wine and then left me to sit on the shelf. Won’t you tell me what has happened to the man that I love? Won’t you tell me, who kisses me wearing his shit and his pants and his tie and his hat? There was love, and now there’s just you. Won’t you tell me, where could he be? He was handsome and gently and strong and kind, too, and now, darling, now there’s just you. Won’t you tell me if he’s gone to love another so I can start starting anew? He plucked me from the vine to make our red wedding wine and then left me to sit on the shelf. There was love, and now there’s just you.
Track Name: You're Dead To Me
Don’t think that I’m going to miss you and don’t think that I’m going to beg you. Don’t think that I’ll cry one damn tear. Don’t think that I’ll ever want you to come back home or try to do right by me because you walked out my door for the last time. Don’t come back, this isn’t home. Don’t think that I want to know where you’re going because you’re dead to me. There’s no rest given to the wicked and no hope given to the desperate. Don’t think that I’ll ever forgive and don’t think that I’ll ever want you to come back home or try to do right by me because you walked out my door for the last time. Don’t come back, this isn’t home. Don’t think that I want to know where you’re going because you’re dead to me, with all of your bad memories and all of your misery and could-have-beens and should-bes. They all mean nothing. You’re dead to me.
Track Name: The Burning Barn
There’s a honky tonk in Hell where the devil goes to fight and every night the marquis says, “The Western Set” in lights. It’s a tough crowd. I keep a knife taped to the back of my guitar. Everybody knows your name, here, at The Burning Barn. I have the blackest soul that Saint Peter has ever seen and I busted his skull open because he talked back to me so, now, we play here every night from ten until three. They don’t pay us nothing, but the band drinks for free. I’m the singer of the house band at the honky tonk in Hell and we’re never going home, as far as I can tell. The tender died in prison and now he works behind bars. He ran his mouth and I knocked him out with one swing of my guitar so now he wears a scar across his cheek and his mirror is a reminder that you best not mess with me because we’re the toughest band that any man can go see when he dies and when we sing our voices drown that choir in the sky. I’ve been broke all of my life and then I bought the farm. Everybody knows your name, here, at The Burning Barn. We’ll see you in Hell, here, at The Burning Bar.
Track Name: Don't Orphan Me
It’s an awful thing to know that you’re hard for someone to love because you’ve never been no one and you’re going to be nothing because your best is never good enough. I’ve been left on the doorstep, and that’s an awful cold place to sleep, so don’t give me up, baby. Darling, don’t orphan me. Don’t orphan me, darling. I spent my time as a child being in trouble or being ignored so I lied as a young man to keep my friends from getting bored. I’m no good. I’ve never been any good and I get worse when I don’t have a friend, and so I tried to make up a new past because I don’t want to be alone again. Don’t orphan me, Darling. Don’t orphan me.
Track Name: Countdown To The Fall
I hollowed out my bible to make room for a flask so I can swear I’m off the bottle with the good book under hand. Hand to god. God, damn it all. Every time I sand up is a countdown to the fall. So, I’ll stay down until they count down from one to ten. Why waste your time trying to get back up again when you can’t win? Give me just a little for the last time, a thin line like angels’ hair. Tell me it won’t hurt forever in a white lied solemn swear to God. God, damn it all. Every time I sand up is a countdown to the fall. So, I’ll stay down until they count down from one to ten. Why waste your time trying to get back up again when you can’t win? The worst is never over.
Track Name: We'll Never Bloom Again
I don’t think that I can stand another lecture about my ways because I don’t want to get high but I have to to get through my days. So, you can either forgive or give up on me. It’s up to you, and I won’t hate you either way you choose. I lie awake and pray for life to leave me while I’m sleeping at home, but I wake and work and use so I won’t have to leave you here all alone. So, you can either forgive or give up on me. It’s up to you, and I won’t hate you either way you choose. Let’s skip the matrimony and just get matching plots. I’ve got the drugs if you’ve got the guts to do me worse. Side by side, we’ll lie together, pushing daisies up forever to be picked and placed and left to whither away to never bloom again. We’ll never bloom again.