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Lonesome Son

by I Am the Albatross

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Bucky Comprised of intricately trippy guitar work, heavy drums, fuzzy bass, and a knack for the western frontier. I Am the Albatross conjure a similar spirit as experimental rockers 'Across Tundras' with a dusty, ritualistic spin on Americana incorporating heavy metallic elements within the folksy, folk n’ roll theme and added touch of punk rock. This would be nice on vinyl as well.
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1.
Blood Song 04:32
The roads rose up On the horizon again And the White Plains burned Down to ashes again And I was waiting again On a distant wind And I was dreaming again Or remembering... A feeling. I walk beyond Into the settling light, And the smoke drifts on Through the pale night. I draw the curtain again I am awake again And to the distance again I am listening For something. I rest my head On the Western Wind. A thousand miles You hear it singing. It's the song of the blood That is howling again. It's the song of the blood That is whispering. Sweeping over the sun And the horizon again. It's the song of the blood... Over everything That's moving...
2.
Port City 05:07
Looking out the window at the port cities, Driving into Houston with the sun in my eyes. Sometimes something in the air just hits me Gets me feeling this way, I don't know why. Maybe it's the long night, maybe it's the whiskey, The lack of sleep or the distance from home, Fear of the future or the weight of history, Maybe I just spent too much time alone. Well, I furrowed my brow 'til the skin stayed wrinkled, Clenched my fists 'til my hands wouldn't open, Bit down hard, cursing and singing, Breathed it all in 'til I started choking. All that has passed on and all that has grown, Everything that's coming in and everything that's gone, The light on the water, the sun on the stone, It all flows around me and then it just moves on Quick as the time goes, Quick as the road goes rolling by. On the highway through the port cities, Mississippi river goes rolling on home. Everything I done, I carry it with me Like a box of rags, like a pile of bones. Shaky in the sunlight, staggered in the mystery, Reeling from the memory and ready to fall, It's so frustrating, I hate all the waiting, I hate all the waiting for nothing at all. All I've been given and all I've been shown, All the kind people that I've ever known, The friends and the family, the time at home, It overwhelms me, but then it passes on.
3.
Dust cloud covers the horizon And mingles with the blood-red rays of the rising sun. Dropping like flies Look! There goes another one. Get the shovel, get the job done. Ain't a drop of water in the river bed Just the diamondback, the cottonmouth, The bull & the copperhead. We're hanging in the balance, hanging by a thread Raised my arms to the blazing sky and I said: “Rain down, won't you rain down? Cover up the ground, let the earth drown And rain, rain down.” No shelter, no shade out along this trail Just the buzzard & the crow, sparrowhawk & the red-tail, Circling, ever circling Watching without fail Watching for the flesh to go pale. You got to keep moving slow That's the first thing you learn And the troubles of others are none of your concern. You got nothing to give, you ask nothing in return Just pray for something gonna come to ease the burn... Take it easy on the highway There are gamblers, rogues, & thieves. Wired-eyed wanderers, desert drifters, Crippled hopes, & dead dreams, Watchful eyes in the shadows & light Scanning for their next meal. Midnight mutterings, sideways glances, Flashing grins, flashing steel... Yes, the furnace is fired up, lakes are dried up Brother, what'd you do for that drop in your cup? All systems are breaking up, folks are giving up Can't find the strength to go on. Leaves are falling in the middle of spring And the red sun hangs, bloody and dripping Casting its wrath over everything, Oh God, or the Devil, or whoever Won't you bring your Rain down?
4.
I opened up the window I put down the phone I closed the door Made sure I was alone. They won't let you out Without shame and disgrace. The world of money, well, Honey, it's a dark, dark place. Crunch them numbers Make 'em make sense Check the status On each side of the fence. Wolf gonna lie down Among the lambs. The world money It ain't nothing you would understand. Squeezing & bleeding Draining &feeding. You ain't hungry, You just can't stop eating. You never ever can satisfy That empty feeling. The world of money Always gonna leave you needing. You can't really fight it, it won't let go. Anywhere you been, it always knows. It will find you Remind you of your misdeeds. Your sweet little secrets Ain't buried that deep. See, the world of money, It ain't gonna let you get much sleep... So I'm stepping to the edge now, Looking down below. I feel the wind on my face, I hear the traffic flow. They won't let you think twice. You gotta make decisions. The world of money, It ain't something everyone can live in
5.
Garden 06:56
Remember when the world began? And it was just you and me In a little garden, in the middle of the sea? Never speak of the starving times Never speak of the cries. Never speak of the howling winds Never speak of the lie. Man was made to labor on Through centuries in broken glass Sons born of the wilderness and spread across the land. The roots that run the valley low Are soaked in offerings of salt The idols sit atop the thrones and watch the darkening sand. We scrawled upon the cavern walls As wanderers out in the West Laid down in the riverlands and dreamed an endless prayer. And from the caves and hollows there We listened as the hunger grew For a voice upon the hallowed wind But there was nothing there. We shall not rise up, for our will has gone And our spoiled seed will bloody the fields eternally. Cast away now, driven from our home And so our progeny will scorch the seas And sew a bloody seed In fields, eternally. And when the howling winds Had torn the hinges off the gates With shoulders heaved and dripping paws In crept the wailing night. The fountains and the wishing wells The treeless hills and stagnant pools Dreams are made to hide away To never see the light.
6.
The Vine 05:49
Tell me, What does the great world know Of the old and unfamiliar roads? The unknown country gathered around me Running in my bones? The river & the moon lead home Through the ashes, ruins, sand & stone, The shape and shadow, the rumble & the rattle That I follow. The riddles as they roll and wind, The nerves as they unbind, The fever as it flowers in the strangling hours On the weary vine. The curse of all remembering, The pain of not forgiving them For the tides that forced us out again We kept moving, moving Out of the light and out to the edge... Sweeter than anything Sweeter than everything Sweet as it used to be The scent of the memory Leading us here to be Searching Like wild wolves, roaming a burial ground. Lonesome, & chasing a white wind down. Hungry, hollow, & howling out, Like wild wolves chasing a white wind down.
7.
Peering out the window through a crack in the shutter Seen a single red rose floating on down the gutter Found something good, right behind the dumpster Come find me later, we could have some fun... They say that house is haunted, but it don't bother me Throw a rock through the window, we'll go right in and see The best place to sleep is where you sleep for free And there ain't no ghost I can't outrun... Throw a line in the canal, see what I can get If you wanna eat good, you gotta get your shoes wet A few folks 'round here don't know that yet They're digging through trash cans... Well, late in the evening there's a powerful smell Rising up from the streets like the winds of Hell Reminding everyone that all ain't well It puts the fear of god in a man, 'Round here It's a strange little island, strange little town The weeping and the restless creeping all around. When you're below sea level, you can't dig down You gotta bury your dead above ground. Chicken bone, chicken bone Crushed with a river stone Bleed a drop into the pot And stir it with a leg bone Light a fire underneath Point your dagger to the east Make it boil, if it ain't And offer up a prayer to the black saints... Sweet little Lucy Just seventeen Say she just wanna have fun, know what I mean? She's lying to her friends, says she's staying clean Saw a place on the road map called New Orleans... Hitched a ride through the night in the back of a truck Crossed the Mississippi as the sun was coming up With everything she owned wrapped in a black bandana She found a new home at the bottom of Louisiana...
8.
Hell America 05:53
Hell America Sugar and concrete Plastic and meat Savory and sweet. Hell America Born and raised Spend my days Found my place. Just carry my bones Out to that construction zone And lay me out to dry. Hell America Kids at the Wal-Mart Deals in the shopping cart Bursting heart. Hell America Swollen veins Iron chains Greasy stain. But you won't leave me No you won't leave me You won't leave me here to die. Hell America, I've been walking, your lonesome son, In wilderness of parking lots, Deep into the dawn. Hell America, I've been waiting, Your sun forever setting Through the windshield. No, your lonesome son will never stray. Your radiated heart The cancer waves of love The great florescence of your gaze Always upon my neck. You will come to me In this walking sleep And tell me that I am your son, I'll never stray. Hell America Simple and fast. Behind the glass Built to last. Open spaces Brightly lit places Smiling faces. The labyrinth of aisles, the freezing corridors The low and constant hum, the shining, silken floors All things are right and known Under the white glow Don't let me die here alone.
9.
The Weed 06:29
Which one came before the other? Who was first to laugh, first to suffer? Who been singing that melody Whispering in the ether, rustling my leaves? First the darkness, then came the light And as the first day ended So came the first night, And turning, turning around again, I'm going back where I started, looking for the end. Oh, the simple things, they are gone. Long gone Well, so long! The simple things are memories The simple things are gone for me. All things must grow, Grow and feed. Each must tend to it's own need. Who been singing that melody Tearing my roots out from under me? Anyway, I went out walking in my nice neighborhood. I saw children and dogs, and all things known as good. A sidewalk swept clean, blank and pristine, Grays and browns and a little bit of green. I don't recognize much anymore The crowded streets and the closing doors, Buildings blocking out my blue sky I'll move over, let you pass by. Sweep me out to the edge of the city Like a vine creeping over the concrete Some things are pretty but they're obsolete You gotta root 'em out, Get 'em off the street. And sing: Oh, pull the weed! The invasive species The unsightly mess Oh, cease it's breath! New roads, new houses, new streets, new towns New ground over the old ground And what's beneath is best forgot Leave it to wither and waste, mold, rust, and rot. I'll keep walking down the road Remembering that the world is old And wind will blow through the falling snow And cover up everything I know. And as the city fades away behind me, Bells are ringing and the dust is rising Always singing for what will not last, Some things are pretty but their time has passed.

credits

released August 7, 2015

Produced by Matt Gerhard & I Am the Albatross.
Engineered and mixed by Matt Gerhard in Austin, TX
at Public Hi Fi, The Hen House, and Good Danny’s.
Assistant engineer at Good Danny’s: Max Lorenzen.
Mastered by Nick Landis at Terra Nova Digital Audio, Inc.,
Austin, TX.

Performed by
Jesse Berkowitz: Guitar, Vocals, Banjo, Keys
Marc Henry: Drums, Percussion
Giuseppe Ponti: Bass, Vocals

Matt Gerhard: Keys, Pedal Steel

All songs written by I Am the Albatross

Art by Ila Rose
www. ilarose.com

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I Am the Albatross is a band from Austin, TX. Western Psych, Desert Garage, Heavy Americana, Gothic Folk, , Rock n’ Roll.

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