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Painted Post

by SCHMAVE

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deaconblues56 Great song writing and vocals! Favorite track: One Three Wurts.
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tortoiseface Schmave is the kind of good, honest music to while away any day. Incredibly talented. Favorite track: Drunk.
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1.
Truth is You've lost all of your tree bark Truth is It's white as snow in the dark You forget that I visited last night And saw your hand washed clothing You forget most everything When your hands are soaking in Cold hands Wrapped up around my head Cold hands Fill my pockets with lead You forget that I visited last night And saw your hand washed clothing You forget most everything When your hands are soaking in You forget that I visited last night And saw your hand washed clothing You forget most everything When your hands are soaking in soap
2.
Painted Post 04:12
I woke up on the moon Of all places And what you thought you heard Is not the same as what we said before Oh, grow up You've lost your say here Oh, low and behold You've confused us all for the last time When was it said? That you turned away I sure do feel it this time You stopped short amongst the trees and telephone poles Short-sited about school You can kick him in the jaw if it makes you feel tall The kid struggles at his best, let's all punch him in the chest
3.
Alfred 03:25
Alfred I could be just as wise as you were Don't cross your wires Permanent though I'm content with my stride It's not what I desire Counselors could compromise but they'll They'll force my face to crank out a smile Shiver temps I'll cross my thighs You'll look in with deep admire Sensible things were said on the road Somehow punctured our tires The air escapes the unabating debate We grasp at nothing With sunburnt eyes
4.
Ex-PFC 02:06
You threw out my back with a hearty joke As you often do with your reasoning When striking at noon with your daft remarks It's more important to move on, if you're lingering What d'ya say fella? How you come along? Heavy now that the sun is down And in a trance, you glance up off and on All black will be worn You fell down the stairs, left a nasty trail As you often do when you're cleaning up Some hasty things that came out of your mouth It's more important to move on, lest you second guess What d'ya say fella? How you come along? Heavy now that the sun is down And in a trance, you glance up off and on All black will be worn
5.
If you wish you were smiling now On my lips, like the time We got caught on the upper floor Of that building we snuck into Back in May of '09 I got stuck In your arms I'm in bad shape From those who act tough But often cry That they're in slight pain Well I could scratch them But I was told don't try! I was the one that fell down Holding bags that had holes in them Losing memories from our home town Now I can't remember those Laughs I thought were the final Stitch in my Aching side I'm in bad shape From those who act tough But often cry That they're in slight pain Well I could scratch them But I was told don't try!
6.
Kid Sampson 02:36
At home with Jack, I feel the burn in my chest The white hair creeps its way through And we're all doctors here, but unfortunately Eventually, there's nothing we can do Please, quick sir, I've had a nasty batch Of quilts and qualms draped over me Of quaint, crackled hands, that I envy Admit to heart attack, but not the beats of unrest The dread upheld, tells me what to do And we're all framers here, but unfortunately The Beam has rotted through and through Wake up, sir, I'm now aware of the patch Of carefree dusks and dawns that will no longer be Of curled up, dusty lungs, that I envy Oh shallow soups of psalms, just for heaven's sake Good lord, what a scratch I see Good lord, what a pain I have been Good lord, you don't see what I see Good lord, none of this matters to me
7.
Fruitless 03:42
I don't need to talk about The things I'll never do Your fruitless bucket list Has no lines crossed through it If I go then I won't see you I don't want to hear about What you want me to do My eyes aren't for hire No matter what you offer If I go then I won't see you Let's not even get into The things you do and say Concrete types of plans Swallow whole, if they can If I go then I won't see you
8.
Drunk 04:29
Tone wasn't trying to get drunk And avoid you He's just feeling glad looking forward To something else Feelin awful tall Can't help but look on down on Tone wasn't trying to fuck up And ignore you He's just looking 'round seeing no one But himself When you're looking for scape goats Just remember All these long lost folks can't control What they were Feelin awful tall Can't help but look on down on Sipping on tall ones, the kids out front Can't help but turn their backs on you Feelin awful tall Can't help but look on down on you

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released February 20, 2017

All music written and recorded by Avery Maracek.
Mixed by Avery Maracek and Bruce Monroe.
Mastered by Michael Sepello at ATS Recording Studio.
Album art © John C. Wood Trust.
Special thanks to Carol Wood and Ken Maracek.
© 2016/2017 Avery Maracek. All Rights Reserved.

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