Painted Post

by SCHMAVE

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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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Track Name: Hand Washed Clothing
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
Track Name: Painted Post
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
Track Name: Alfred
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
Track Name: Ex-PFC
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
Track Name: One Three Wurts
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!
Track Name: Kid Sampson
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
Track Name: Fruitless
I don't need to talk about
The things I'll never do
Your fruitless bucket list
Has no lines crossed through it

But 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

But 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

But if I go then I won't see you
Track Name: Drunk
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