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1.
03:55
He was young and drinking on borrowed time He had a big, big heart, but that just kept him hospitalized He was alone, but only as alone as he always was And as are all of us Alone She was old, but only in terms of wine She had a pretty way of dancing, but that just kept her out all night She was alone, but only as alone as she always was And as are all of us Alone With the curtains drawn, alone Half a pot of coffee cold, alone Sleeping with the TV on What a joke Alone With the curtains drawn, alone Half a pot of coffee cold, alone Ain’t it funny how it just goes on and on and on and on Alone With the curtains drawn, alone Half a pot of coffee cold, alone Sleeping with the TV on Alone What a joke
2.
04:13
When I wake up, I don’t wake up Until I crawl inside a coffee cup full of speed and powder drugs and coffee When I get to work, I don’t get to work Until I give my brain another jerk with a couple keep-me-goins and a calm-me-down Some folks roll automatic They rise and fall just like God would have it And life’s as easy as just pressing the gas and going Well, I wish I could, but I spent a lot of years Trading the tides for coffee and beers And now I gotta shift my own busted gears I’m a manual When it’s happy hour, it ain’t happy hour Until a couple rounds, tall, strong and sour, get to shining up my smile for you to see When it’s time to chill, I don’t got time to chill Until I get my watch to start standing still, and I know how, but that sure will be expensive Some folks roll automatic They rise and fall just like God would have it And life’s as easy as just pressing the gas and going Well, I wish I could, but I spent a lot of years Trading the tides for coffee and beers Now I gotta shift my own busted gears I’m a manual I need my chemicals To keep this vehicle On the road When she’s ready for sex, I ain’t ready for sex Until I sneak a pill from my bedside chest, and, man, I’m far too young for this, I’m a manual When it’s time to sleep, I don’t go to sleep Until I smoke a big ol’ bowl of weed and wash it down with cold and flu relief, I’m talking bout the good stuff Some folks roll automatic They rise and fall just like God would have it And life’s as easy as just pressing the gas and going Well, I wish I could, but I spent a lot of years Trading the tides for coffee and beers Now I gotta shift my own busted gears I’m a manual I need my chemicals To keep this vehicle On the road
3.
04:23
Fill my heart with blood I want the good stuff I’m running mighty low Come on fill ’er up I’ve got a long way to go And, man, I just don’t know If this little bit will get me where I need to go Fill my lungs with air I want the good stuff There’s a pounding in my chest I just can’t get enough See, I’ve been running without rest And I just can’t catch my breath So what do ya say to giving away what you got left? I want that good stuff Ain't no time when times are tough Ain't no time to save it up So give me that good, good stuff Fill my glass with whiskey Make it the good stuff This body’s bound to go Might be my last one This world’s fast and loud And each second pounds my brow But another cup might be enough to slow it all down I want that good stuff Ain’t no time when times are tough Ain’t no time to save it up So give me that good, good stuff Fill my ears with music Make it the good stuff Gimme Luke or Jay or Jeff I need an honest one That low, lonesome sound It’s the only thing I’ve found To pick me up just enough to write something down I want that good stuff Ain’t no time when times are tough Ain’t no time to save it up So give me that good, good stuff Fill my arms with women Make them the good ones Fill her eyes with fire I want a wild one And I'll dive into the flames And I’ll wash away my name So when them other girls come calling, I won't hear a thing I want that good stuff Ain't no time when times are tough Ain't no time to save it up So give me that good, good stuff
4.
Well, I’m drunk and still drinking cheap beer and cheap bourbon Watching wild women working the pole Wide-eyed and grinning, and the night’s just beginning To slip like a snake through my soul And an angel is lying on my shoulder just crying But it might as well be silent, ya see? When there’s something I’m avoiding And this red devil’s pointing to a girl that ain’t waiting on me Some nights I might linger When these eyes bloom with fingers To trace the ink on the sweet skin of strangers Safe from the pain of real loving Safe from the stain of these hands I’m broke and still breaking bent bills I have taken Off a man just as broken as me And the clock is a-tickin’ like sweet morphine dripping And it’s dripping, oh, dripping so sweet And there’s a buzzing in my pocket where my baby keeps calling Worried I ain’t been walking with the Lord And the god-awful truth is that I’m barely human by the time I walk out the door Alone at my final hour When these bones break to powder To pollinate some faraway flower Free from the pain of real loving Free from the stain of these hands
5.
04:30
Desert rose I found you growing Desert rose I didn’t know it Desert rose I caught you open your eyes I didn’t know it But I was opening mine Desert rose I was needing Desert rose I couldn’t leave it Desert rose I have mistreated you Now I’m bleeding Cause I thought I needed you Love is slow Love is moving quick Love is home But it ain’t moving in If I ever knew loving It was blowing in the wind Not this breathing In your dying breath Desert rose Smells like heaven Desert rose I stink like a human Desert rose I am a foolish man I found heaven Then I bottled it I found heaven Then I bottled it
6.
I was sitting by the river in the warm glow of your vision The branches near the edge hung their heads and bowed With their roots deep down in the ground and their hungry hands held out It was a holy place, but I just couldn’t stand sitting Well, my eyes rolled around till they found my feet walking I had a scrape on my knee and I don’t know where I got it And I sat down as the sun died down in a colorful fit of glory I would wait, but you would never find me Not this time I got lost in the shadows of your mind I was listening for the water through thick sheets of darkness I was looking down the aisles like a child so nervous And my crying eyes went wide, and the evening crawled inside And showed me awful things I never even knew existed And my heart beat loud to the sound of rotten laughter I tore a hole in my throat begging for someone to answer And I bloodied my sock on an old dead log with a broken mess of ankle I wouldn’t have run if I’d have known I could shake ya Just wanting to fly I fell out the window of your mind The wind began playing fractured flakes of recorded sayings Words I heard so soothing burst bitter like thunder breaking Old pictures I musta taken flashed naked and left me twitching I stood behind you in the kitchen and we dissolved in a sea of dishes I felt weightless as the silence sprouted white from behind my eyelids I was floating through my veins till I poured through the hole in my leg And I slid like a snake riding trails drawn by your breathing I awoke by the river in the cool smoke of confusion I looked down at the water, but my reflection wasn’t amusing Then my face slid away as yours took its place and swallowed my eyes with your beauty I fell in your arms and kissed every inch of your body I fell in your arms and cried, shaking and smiling I just couldn’t believe I found you in the tunnel of a dream
7.
04:30
I’ve been here before My time has come circling back for more My woman is hurting My woman is hurting And I’ve been here before I remember the weight that I threw to the floor And up through the ceiling I flew through the feeling of being alone But I’ve been here before I’ve been hunting a ghost And ghost hunting sure keeps a boy on his toes I think I’ve gone crazy I think I’ve gone crazy Or something’s gone to my head I’m high on the fumes of my own stale breath And soon I’ll be coming Soon I’ll be coming down for more Down for more The blue of her eyes That sound that she makes when they aren’t dry My woman is hurting And I’m pulling the curtains And I’ve been here before I can hear that damn thing rapping on my door I guess I’ll be leaving I guess I’ll be leaving her all alone Lord, she’s been there before
8.
06:16
Paulie always had it coming With those swollen dead moon eyes I was trying to leave when He pulled me aside And he said he had some woman And he’d sell her on the cheap I found him by the river With a girl that couldn’t speak And I held him under water And he shook himself to sleep But Paulie always had it coming He just couldn’t keep it clean Hard times Hard times, again Holed up in Paulie’s basement A couple weeks hung on the line I was sleeping on the ceiling With a girl that couldn’t cry But she’d fill the room with silence While I sorted out the score A couple weeks in Paulie’s basement With a needle on the floor And I was high until I was lowered On down to the cold cement When I woke, the day had broken That beating in her chest Hard times Hard times, again I fell down by the river Pale as the dead moon light I prayed the Lord would take me In his ever-loving might Or to fill my hands with money So I could buy that final dose I hung my head by the river And I prayed my eyes would close And I slept until I was sober And I woke in a pool of sweat That morning cracked me open I was raw as a baby’s breath Hard times Hard times, again
9.
Lord, why’d ya make me so stupid? Lord, do ya find it amusing? Lord, I just wanna break even But I can’t afford all the lessons that you’re teaching me Lord, why’d ya make me so ugly? Lord, it really ain’t funny Lord, I just want me a honey But I can’t be heard from this hole that you dug me Lord, why’d ya make her so fragile? Lord, ya gave me hands like metal Lord, why’d ya make me so fickle? You oughta know by now that I’d kill you for a nickel Lord, why’d ya give me these habits Lord, if I really can’t have them? Lord, I don’t mean to make ya panic But I’m hungry for some more and I’m feeling mighty frantic Why’d ya make me? Lord

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released May 24, 2019

All songs written by Taylor Kingman
All songs recorded live at the OK Theatre in Enterprise, Oregon
Produced by Tyler Thompson & Taylor Kingman
Arranged by TK & The Holy Know-Nothings
Engineered by Tyler Thompson, Assisted by Bart Budwig
Mixed by Tyler Thompson
Mastered by Timothy Stollenwerk at Stereophonic Mastering

Album Design by Barna Howard
Front Cover Photograph by Ashley Jordan Gordon
Back Cover Photograph by Eric Loeffler
Back Cover Folk Art by Janet Julian
Inner Sleeve Photograph by Forrest Cox

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