Line Line (2011)

by THUNDEREGG

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Mixed and engineered by Alan Weatherhead at Sound of Music, Richmond, VA, November 2006 and February 2007. Tracks 1, 4, 7, 10 engineered by Nathan Gohla at the Shed, Manchester, CT. Mastered by Brent Lambert at the Kitchen, Carrboro, NC. All songs written by Will Georgantas and published by Zivlizdin Music/BMI except "Sweetest One," by John Mastrangelo and Al Browne, Johnny Maestro Music/New Twenty Eight Music/BMI. Cover artwork by Katherine Fahey, www.2hawks2fishes.com. Sleeves for physical CDs printed by Sarah Almond at Shed Letterpress, Durham, NC, www.shedletterpress.com.

credits

released 13 September 2011
Jake Fournier: Bass, vocals
Will Georgantas: Vocals, guitars, Autoharp, dulcimer, piano
Tim Kane: Trumpet, French horn, harmonica
Ken Moon: Piano, Rhodes, dulcimer
Bob Porri: Pedal-steel guitar
Keith Woodfin: Drums

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Alan Weatherhead: Electric guitar, keyboards; bass on "Died Today"
Miguel Urbiztondo: Percussion

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tags: indie rock lo-fi San Francisco

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Track Name: The Scheduled Show
I've seen the dreams come true of friends who knew that two by two they'd say "I do" on some day. It seems that they've got more than me. It seems that they've got everything. I've also seen the magazines the dude who's opposite me's reading on the subway. They seem to come in packs of three. He's sheepishly avoiding me. Is there a star who says, It's possible my standards are impossibly high, while shining down its light to us below? You can speed your car through all the hospital signs, plow into the OR without waiting in line, but there's other places I think I'd rather go. So let's get on with the scheduled show.

We bothered with a chorus, the Man's still choosing to ignore us, this will never sell. An outro and an intro: Do you know where a bridge goes? But the ones that stand before us are the ones that do adore us, who needs anything else? It's a banishment of limbo. It's like opening a window. Is there a star who says, It's possible my standards are impossibly high, while shining down its light to us below? You can speed your car through all the hospital signs, plow into the OR without waiting in line, but there's other places I think I'd rather go. So let's get on with the scheduled show. Let's get on with being blissfully unknown.
Track Name: Long Way from Home
Solace bleeds within me on waking up in Chinle. They got speakers in the pine trees, pan flute music gently winding through the dawn. That's my cue to be moving on. If LA's a disaster, Santa Cruz comes after, then I don't know where I'll clear to, one more city in my rearview catacomb. I was a long way from home. And if you wake me up at six a.m. again, your voice still ringing in my head, remembering something warm you said before I let this trip begin, I'll roll my sleeping bag real tight, wrap up your words till tomorrow night. I'll make believe that I am gone, but you'll be with me moving on.

From Marathon to Marfa down to Mexico and farther west than I have cared to venture, it seems I've been indentured to make me strong, to keep me moving on. In Okaton the ghost town whispers tales of untold drifters who would gladly take their blisters for a callus on their hearts, their voices moan, I was a long way from home. And if you wake me up at six a.m. again, your voice still ringing in my head, remembering something warm you said before I let this trip begin, I'll roll my sleeping bag real tight, wrap up your words till tomorrow night. I'll make believe that I am gone, but you'll be with me moving on.

From Mitchell to Chicago I took roads you could not follow, let Ohio night come swallow me on farmer's fields the fireflies aglow, the peepers calling low. When my eyes next opened, the sky above had broken, and you were drowned out by the rain on the tent's words so clearly spoken: Welcome home. Welcome home. And if you wake me up at six a.m. again, your voice still ringing in my head, remembering something warm you said before I let this trip begin, I'll roll my sleeping bag real tight, wrap up your words till tomorrow night. Then toss it all into a pond, get on the road and keep moving on.
Track Name: Glass of Water
Glass of water, can you tell me where I am? I’m sick and tired and still wired at 6:30 a.m. It’s not so serious, Soterios, can you please give it and me a rest? Without fail you hang a veil on me before I can even get dressed. Socks and shoes and fallen wallet form a pathway down through the cave. The Tylenol’s expired, better take a couple extra to be safe. Don’t know what I did but in the shower promised God I’d repent. And I don’t know if he heard me and I don’t know if I knew what I meant.

I was so tight, I can’t remember a thing from last night. I apologize for the last time in my life.

Glass of lager, can you tell me where I might be? Twelve hours have passed and you’re the last thing that laid eyes on me. Who’d I call, who’d I kiss, did I brawl, where’d I piss? It’s all written in your mist, it’s all hidden in your fizz. Ask the bartender for change, a little later ask her name. Five dollars down the drain of the jukebox, twenty plays, now I guess I gotta stay. Glass of lager, what’d you say? I won’t remember you tomorrow but surrender for today.

I was so tight, I can’t remember a thing from last night. I apologize for the last time in my life.

Glass of water, can you tell me where I am?
Track Name: Your Pretty Little Angels
On summer nights, what do they call that song that drifts through my window, that whispers of the truest love of all? What do they call that song? My bedroom light will burn till the dawn silences the trees, and I will still be dreaming of you and me. Baby, what will you call this song? Sadie, what will you call this song?

She says even we have angels, I say speak for yourself. I think you have me mixed up with someone else because I haven't seen an angel since I don't know when, and I'm starting to get scared I'll never see one again. I looked down, I saw the light, I looked up, I saw the ground. And I saw legions of demons circling round and round, eating up your angels like they're made of cake, and clawing at the walls to get every last scrape of your angels. To hell with your angels. The angels you believed in when you don't believe in me. The angels you see sadly that I will never see. Your angels, your pretty little angels. Your angels, your pretty little angels.
Track Name: It's Not You, It's Not Me (It's Her)
I’ve been trying to find the words to say what I need to say, but every time I think I might have found them, I find they metamorphosize to semi-lies the heart cannot infer. For hiding behind the two of us lies the shadow of a third. It’s not you, it’s not me, it’s her.

She is not deserving, she’s as cold as Arctic seas. She has a man she’ll never love as much as you’d love me. But maybe she will leave him and fly just like a bird to my roof, and there she’ll prove I get what I deserve.

You don’t have to forgive me for the hurt that I did cause, but it did not start with me, I just passed it on.

I see a day long years away, your home of warmth and grace. A pretty house with porches wrapped around its lovely face. But the place across the street is shuttered up and does not stir, except a lonely bird up on the roof that cries but is not heard. It’s not you, it’s not me, it’s her.
Track Name: I Died Today (for Just a Minute)
I died today for just a minute, a blur to gray, then I was wide awake, what’s that, it’s blood, you’re soaking in it, I died today for just a minute.

You heard me say I died today, I have no witness to substantiate my claim, but name something different to explain my pain and my blood running down the drain. Last thing I remember is fireflies growing bigger and bigger till they overflowed my eyes. One flew away, took my life with it, I died today for just a minute.

I died today right where we lay and wondered what respects you’d pay, and if my last wish you’d obey, and if you’d stay up till dawn and pray for me to rise again from that stony end, for me to sit bolt upright, grip the posts of the bed. It’s upon your faith that my spirit depends, please don’t let me down, please don’t let me descend to the darkness where I am confined, baby lend me your breath, put your lips to mine, and if I wake up in the middle of the night, I’ll know it’s to you that I owe my life. I’ll love you beyond mortal limits with a fire that can’t be extinguished. I’ll hold you tight until the finish. I died today for just a minute.
Track Name: If You Knew Me So Well
So, my love, has your patience dissolved, grown complacent and stalled, curled up into a ball? Has your conscience said, He won't get over again, won't find me at the end of his terrible fall? Can you soon forgive being played like a sieve, after all that you did, left with nothing at all? Soon you'll realize you got out just in time, got the next one in line, got past all of the walls. If you knew me so well, then I'd think that you'd know better than to turn to someone else when I'd just told myself that she knows me so well.

So, my dear, it's been almost a year. Has new love persevered? Have true paths remained clear? Has he been the man who complies with demands, no improvising of plans, devoted, faithful, sincere? Leaving you alone unless you telephone, unless you make it known he's allowed to be near? When you can't fall asleep, do you still think of me? And whose face do you see when you look in the mirror? If you knew me so well, then I'd think that you'd know better than to turn to someone else when I'd just told myself that she knows me so well.
Track Name: A Poem and a Mirror
All the tales he tells are told with one foot in the cellar, down where the furnace breathes its fiery breath to warm the dwellers. He dreams of heat that reaches past the walls where he’s confined. But if he is denied he’ll freeze as if he’d never tried.

Will he ever be so bold to dare the fatal fangs of cold, that he would one day turn his glare from phantoms on the basement stair? And tell her what was needed told, that he’d love her till they were gray and old, and ever after, evermore, and this he swore upon his soul?

And the kitchen’s silence was like the hush of a theater. Faintly through the floorboards ticked the waking water heater. That night she looked like someone took a poem and a mirror, that all the world would see its secret beauty if it’d see her.
Track Name: Skeletons
One restless night I felt so strange, my sense of sight had somehow changed. I saw no bodies, saw no souls, but skeletons—I saw just bones. I saw my darling Annalee. I saw her start to notice me. I saw her skeleton so frail. Her pretty face was but a veil.

She ran away from where she’d hid, back to the same predicament. What was contained so deep within to drive her straight right back to him? I was in pain, I was perplexed, wanted to blame her for my mess that I’d created by myself, without her harm, without her help.

I walked the streets of lonely folks, hearts surely beating beneath their coats. Surrounding me all that I saw were skeletons shuffling along. For a long while I could not keep my wandering mind from Annalee. But slowly I got on my feet. Sure enough, time took care of me.

I met a girl not long ago. At night with her, I pull her close. Under her clothes I feel her flesh, along my neck I feel her breath. And her green eyes have made me see all that once had eluded me. The skeletons may lie beneath, but now I see, now I’m complete.