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Better Angels Radio

by Pete Sinjin

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1.
Driving California Tearing down Mission Road Driving through my own dust cloud Down to the valley below I got Neil Young way up loud Got my best gal next to me Heaven sent and she’s grinning proud Hair blowing all across her face Singing with me with the windows down… Freedom is just a word Cheapest line you ever heard Coined by rich men for selling chains Freedom is just a word Thrown around but never heard So I’ll define it for ya… It’s driving California Driving down Highway 5 To San Ysidro and back again Make a side trip to Bakersfield Tip your hat to Buck Owens Red tail on a highway fence Eucalyptus swaying in the breeze A virgins candle in a transients tent Brown kids down upon their knees Freedom is just a word Cheapest line you ever heard Coined by rich men for selling chains Freedom is just a word Thrown around but never heard So I’ll define it for ya… It’s driving California Santa Ana on the desert floor Blue Sierra in the morning haze A cup of coffee in a Barstow diner We’ll lay our heads down in Half Moon Bay Freedom is just a word…
2.
Broken Radios Go ahead kid, if you think it’s worthwhile Flip on the switch and try spinning the dial The airwaves are dead, the stations are blocked With mind numbing static And talk talk talk… Never had a voice, never had a song Couldn’t find a pulse nowhere on the dial Had to dig deep through the second hand vinyl To reinvent the stance To reinvent the style… Oh, where did it go? The station went fading out on the trail Oh, where went the soul on those Broken Radios…? Now, listen to the old folks talk mythology Of the saviors on the airwaves that set the minds free The transistor radio stamped out the beat While the cities all burned, they sang… “Dancing in the Streets” Oh, where did it go? The station went fading out on the trail Oh, where went the soul on those Broken Radios…? Calling all stations Tower to tower Calling all souls In the Midnight Hour Dust off the old tubes Prick up your ears There’s a heart And a soul In the bloodstream Loud and clear… No more Broken Radios
3.
Yer Mah Gurl 03:49
Yr Mah Gurl The skin on your little finger Could tease and read my soul You make the moment linger Like a blue flame on a stove I’m gonna buy you a record Of my favorite songs Play for you the way that I feel When I can’t find the words No, I can’t find the words… That you’re the best thing That’s happened to me or my world You’re the best thing that’s happened to me Yr Mah Gurl The way you look in the morning Puts a smile on the sun The way you look in the evening light Makes the moon wanna peek in our window at night… You’re the best thing That’s happened to me or my world You’re the best thing that’s happened to me Yr Mah Gurl I thought that I was all done Wasting away and losing my fun Thought that I was all through Till the ambulance came And the driver was you… I’m gonna buy you a record Of my favorite songs Play for you the way that I feel When I can’t find the words No, I can’t find the words… You’re the best thing That’s happened to me or my world You’re the best thing that’s happened to me Yr Mah Gurl
4.
Funeral Train Hop up Johnny come look come see Here comes the train carrying Bobby Kennedy Underneath a flag in a box of wood There’s a slow train rolling through the neighborhood… Bells are ringing and the Woolworth’s closed Cars pulling over by the side of the road The whole town’s standing in the dust and weeds Trying to get a view of Bobby Kennedy How I wish that It would rain The sun’s so hot The sky’s ablaze On the Funeral Train Ever since the news come down that night Momma’s in the kitchen sitting there crying She held me so close that I couldn’t breath I got so scared I cried myself to sleep Dreamt I ran down Deserted Main Heard the wail, but I.. Couldn’t find The Funeral Train And Summer’s almost gone Before it had begun It’s disappearing down the track And it’s never coming back… Brother left the house at the crack of dawn He’s barely said a word since Viet Nam Saw him later on the train platform Standing in the heat in his uniform Saw his eyes fill up with pain Raised his hand one last time To salute the Funeral Train Hop up Johnny, come run with me… There’s a slow train rolling towards the cemetery Blacks and whites running next to me Waving bye bye to Bobby Kennedy
5.
Romance of the Punkers When the sun sets on our town Paper angels gather round the lights Yellow pools under street lamps Dust clouds burning, blossoming tonight Honey, take my hand Tonight I’ll be your man… Subtle breeze in the leaves TV blue’s cast from living rooms Night birds sleeping, gently dreaming Lullaby’d by the smiling moon Honey, take my hand Tonight I’ll be your man… Drunk on jasmine And your dads gin Sixteen year of wondering What’s underneath your Thrift store dress Your black mascara And safety pins When the sun sets on our town Sixteen summers pass, way too fast They’re gone We’ll remember Forever Long after our love’s buried in the ground Honey, take my hand…
6.
Snowflakes in your Summer Hair Summer passed… It broke the spell so fast You cried all night when Autumn turned And morning found White snow on the ground Your eyes lit up like a little girls Snowflakes in your Summer Hair Drifting down and melting there Just like a promise on the ground Just like some new thing that I found… Hours and hours Beneath the water towers We walked the streets while the snow fell down Blizzard deep We kissed on Bleeker Street I held you like a ray of sun Snowflakes in your Summer Hair Drifting down and melting there Just like a promise on the ground Just like some new thing that I found… Down and down and down and down and down The snow fell down Round and round and round and round and round We walked the town Summer passed… A new place on the map So went Winter, Spring and Fall I found my one Underneath the western sun Now she’s my New York City gal Snowflakes in her Summer Hair…
7.
All that Remains Crawl into Summer Go where the afternoon burns Through a hole in barbed wire Let the heat swallow you whole… Nothing burns like the desert Sun bleached to the bone Lose your gaze in a rippling haze Lose yourself to go home All that glitters All that gains You break the spell When you break the chains All That Remains… Billboards burn in the desert Fast food chains come undone Now you know we’ll be brought down By a magnifying glass on the sun Car lots turning to graveyards Carcasses covered in rust No meat left for the buzzards Just dry earth, fossils and dust All that glitters All that gains You break the spell When you break the chains All That Remains… Crawl into Summer Go where the afternoon burns Through a hole in barbed wire Let the heat swallow you whole Nothing burns like the desert Punishment under the sun Now you know we’ll be brought down By a magnifying glass… Magnifying glass… On the sun All that glitters All that gains You break the spell When you break the chains… All That Remains…
8.
All the Record Stores I can’t believe the day could ever come I guess I must have known it all along I went to the record shop But the windows were boarded up Bye Bye Bye All the record stores Bye Bye Bye All you record stores Now all my youth and every penny spent My life spun on a turntable everyday Like a church where I could pray I went there everyday Bye Bye Bye All the record stores Bye Bye Bye All you record stores Time leaves a mark on everything Leaves a trail of all your precious things… Now it’s the digital age and everything’s accessible But I say, you can’t gather with your friends without a turntable You can try kid, but don’t you know You can’t download no soul Bye Bye Bye All the record stores Bye Bye Bye All you record stores
9.
Wasted In the Sun Forget the black soot water… Forget the rotting air… Point your car down the highway Drive far away from here The windows breath the perfume Of golden pastoral hills Sun speckled, cows fly swatting Waiting for the kill… Forget the wasted hillsides Forget the withered streams Forget the sinking feeling That settled in your dreams The sun bleached billboards tell all Nostalgia that won’t come Sold off days of revelries Wasted in the Sun… The world’s spinning one way While your car wheels stand still Far off a plague of dust storms Dark clouds all afternoon The sun is setting slowly The party’s winding down A reverent flash of headlights Before it all burns out…
10.
Brand New Year I stayed up For the drunk trap procession Torches on the highway lit the way For drunken penitent confessions While the dj on the radio Was counting down from ten Like the voice of God debating A beginning or an end… Lose a year Gain a moments resolution With courage and conviction And a prayer that fate is still yours To be written Like a new bride Who keeps smiling through the tears Raise your glass up high Its’ a Brand New Year Brand new revelations come Weighing down like gravity And wisdom like a trail of crumbs From the cradle to the grave And all the years go on and on Setting fire to your days One day you wake no longer young Realizing it’s okay… I stayed up For the drunk trap procession Another broken curfew Another broken promised generation Never mind it.. They keep smiling through the tears It’s a Brand New Year
11.
Times Like These With my face all crooked And my head ringing like a bell My last hope flipping Like a coin down a wishing well My mouth’s full of blood But my heart’s full of poetry If I’m downtown bound Then I swear you’re going with me… It’s times like these When I’m on my knees There ain’t no place that I’d rather be I find my call Up against the wall Breaking two ton stone like prophecy Keep your back to the mob Keep your fists up in the ring Leave the gloves at home It’s a knuckle duster thing Your bowels turn to water At the first blows taste of fear Like a swinging hammer And a roar inside your ears It’s times like these When I’m on my knees There ain’t no place that I’d rather be I find my call Up against the wall Breaking two ton stone like prophecy Sulfur in the air The Devil’s in the ring You’re up against the ropes Keep the elbows in… Now when your spirit’s broken And you lost your will to fight And you’re so down hearted You don’t know what’s wrong from right And all your best friends say You don’t know the mess you’re in I find a chipped cracked mirror And I fill it with a grin It’s Times Like These
12.
Schuylkill Red Well, the sun still sets… Paints the river red And the kids still pause along the bridge… The garbage piled high Against a crimson sky And the shadows form ‘round the rims… Beer bottle catch the light Lying on it’s side Tobacco packed tight in Terry’s lip He leans over the edge Prays and makes a pledge And he hits the beer bottle with his spit And Julie leans against the rail to watch the river flowing by And Julie says “at this moment I feel so happy… I could die” Terry’s hand in Julie’s jeans In the back pocket with her dreams He pulls her close against his chest The years flowing by Like the river ‘gainst the sky While the last light illuminates Julie’s face And Terry says “I’m living just to feel you breath…” And grabs eternity, like a bottle washing to the sea As the big sun sets Schuylkill Red

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released September 1, 2010

Produced by Riley McMahon and Mike Davis

Pete Sinjin...vocals, acoustic and electric guitars, banjo, mandolin, harmonica
Riley McMahon...electric guitars, lap steel, mandolin, banjo, piano, wurlitzer, percussion, backing vocals
mike Davis...electric and upright bass, organ
Dan Vonnegut...drums (tracks 1,3,4,6,8,12)
Tim Vaill...drums (tracks 2,5,7,9,10,11)
Michaella Anne...vocals (tracks 1&6)
Joe Denizon...violin (tracks 1, 2, 5, 6)

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