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Dust In Wire

by Kill County

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1.
I805am 04:50
I’m on the road love, I gotta few miles to go and I’m searching the sky for the signs and there’s this old song playing on the radio and it eases my mind for awhile Leaning in on the dawn, you could empty out your eyes on the colors as the sun threatens to rise but Im gonna keep it steady, i feel wasted but Im ready, behind the wheel of this bird in flight I dont know where I’m going or what I’m gonna find I think I’m just tired of the ride I see these old farms scattered out in the light, and I wonder how the folks here can survive Cause there’s too much not to stay, there’s too little to run away, but your dreams have seen their better days It’s that blood and the desire, its the dust wrapped in wire, it’s the shadows of your fears in the fire Dancing ‘round your madness, ‘til you can’t go on fade out with the moon, come dawn So break me slowly, let me down easy, I’m just an old man grown weary of the road And I ain’t nothing but water, i took the name of my father, I left home just to wander all alone And that first day fell upon me, and I took in all the county, them last stars of the morning were my home And now I stand here before you, and I feel like I should warn you, there ain’t nothing left here to know that ain’t already known
2.
Shitty Truck 03:22
A friend of mine works hard down near the end of the line. He says he can get me a job just killing time. He said the pay really ain’t that bad, it’s the hours that are hard to stand. He said it ain’t that hard, it’s something to do. I said no thanks man, if it’s all the same to you. I think I’ll drive my shitty truck out to the end of time, and dig a deep hole for everything I call mine. Drive out past the point where the prairie meets the sand. ‘Cause things round here are getting bad when all the good times are already had. I might be the punchline to the world’s oldest joke. Looking for a diamond in a pile of burnt up coal. I’m gonna move out to the country and be a goddamn soak. It don’t sound hard, it’s something to do. Me and this town, we’re through. My father butchers time down near the end of the line. He says boy you should get a job that’s worth more than dimes. You’ve been sitting with these hard times for seven long years. Yeah times are hard but no thanks man, that’d make them worse, and I prefer them bad.
3.
Home Blues 03:58
I got your letter this morning, says you ain’t never coming home I guess you were the last one to know that you were never going to love me but i got your leaving home blues Dishes are laid out on the table, your closet spills out on the floor seems like you’re chasing something, or baby, are you just running and I got your leaving home blues I go out by them railtracks; oh them old freight trains fly and their old whistle sings a sad tune; it’s one we had grown used to it’s a lovers lullaby And I took them things that you left dear, i threw them all into a fire and i stood there all night, watched them burn down to ashes and I got your leaving home blues so get me on that next train a-coming, Ill take that next train out of town the steel rail is gonna take my soul, from the badlands that haunt me and ease me like you used to do
4.
I guess she’s sending me away When you don’t seem to mind, it feels sort of strange My friend dirt, I ain’t goin’ back to work I’m gonna chalk it all up to the blues, Chalk it all up to the blues. I’ve never been much of a man I couldn’t hold it together, to save my good ends Wine wreaks havoc, but it’s an ancient old sin I’m gonna drink it ‘til I don’t wake up I’m gonna drink it ‘til I don’t wake up The Princess treats her pill like it’s silver, like it’s gold She reminds you of your suffering, your pain and your cold And just when you think she’s gonna make you her own She cuts you to size, she leaves you alone I suppose there’s no easy way Keep your mind in your chest, and your heart in the clay May I suggest, as I lie here in my mess This ain’t a city boy, it’s just a town I’ve been in trouble since my boots hit the ground
5.
Moonlight drift away, dawn gives into day, and we all need something to live I heard you crying, and I tried to find you but you had your reasons for hiding First light gives shape to the work of the day and at our best we accept what we’ve made Cause living is dying, and i try to fight it, but I know in end its all the same I lie on my back and watch the grass sway above me, there ain’t no use in the stars We used to starve when the gods turned against us, but now you boys out on wall street take your bow there ain’t no god in it now We’re praying for rain, the sun on our faces, and we pray for the folks out on the dole We struggle to know, the things we can know and the rest we commit to the soul Snow fell on our feet, so we sold off cheap, how did another year just slip away I used to take pride, I’d sleep through the night, but now there’s too many bills unpaid
6.
Brownlee 04:30
The gravel spur off the 83 line, the one that leads out to Brownlee It’s straight and flat, and there’s some old cat tracks You’re in Cherry county now son The south and her grandeur ain’t never been my land, no sir Sand and rain, old pine and lead pane Stoorfronts bowed and broken down There’s a river here, and she leads somewhere But it don’t matter much where son ‘Cause the waves out past the loam, they’ve never been my home Your granddad, he made his way to this land He had a black 38 Ford Back in those days, this was a better place than what you see here today Now just grey dust and bones, red rust and head stones My son, if you pray, pray alone You’ll be the only one It ain’t much, but hard hearts, sand and such It’s alright, every day turns to night This land ain’t dyin’, but she’s a little tired of the times of tryin’ To lay her low, but these roots run deeper than you know Take my feet, lay them in the stream Put my voice to the wind Hold my hands, press them in the sand Give my heart to the grasslands I was never one, for these city streets my son And if you pray, pray alone You’ll be the only one
7.
Hard Times 03:42
Come you men of iron Come you men of steel, you boys out in the field Come you daughters, you mothers, you sisters and whores Come you restless, you listless and poor It’s the blood on your brow It’s the dust in your cuffs, your back bent so low Bring the pills, bring the wine, it’s a damn fine time I’ll see you when the cold day breaks I’ll see you when the cold day breaks Here’s to the hard times The long winter nights, another year of getting by Through the hard times Here’s to the hard times Come in off the street The jailers are hungry for the dirty and weak Don’t you go quiet you rousers of riots And you hard handed men You brawlers, so mean You children of the sea, thieves on the drink Men in blue collars keep chasing green dollars I see them when the cold day breaks I see them when the cold day breaks Here’s to the hard times... Come closer friend A toast to the trade, and a drink for the end We’ll mourn the sound of another dying town Another closed factory door Come closer dear Speak slow and low, ‘cause I ache to hear A voice soft and light through the roar of the night And I’ll see you when the cold day breaks I’ll see you when the cold day breaks Here’s to the hard times...
8.
Maggie 03:10
Maggie you’re the reason I got the problems that i do and drinking is just pretending, i ain’t thinking about you And you have every reason to treat me like you do cause i kept you lonesome and treated you cruel Maggie I know I’m to blame; you found me angry and I believed that one day you’d rescue me but baby we all got our ways; you tend to love them things you can’t save My old man went to prison, the last years of his life locked up in a hole to ponder his crimes and he made his decisions, found some peace within his mind he never said he was guilty, he just quit taking sides So Maggie be safe tonight, when you’re out of your mind, on the pain and the wine, the boys don’t leave their names behind I saw you on the corner, the streetlights in your eyes talking on the phone, your sadness disguised and I miss you baby flick your smoke out in the snow I never saw you coming, but I hate to see you go
9.
Shadows fall on the old bar top leather It’s been kind of slow, the factory closed last year This town is known for bad weather I pour drinks here I’ve always been a good listener I’ve heard stories and lies from every backslider And a few good looking daughters Marie, Marie There’s vodka and bad TV Marie, don’t you go There’s Hank on an old radio I’ve never seen such a beautiful trainwreck From the stains on her jeans to the bruise ‘round her neck And she smells like lilies and wine I tend to stray from what I mean to say And I generally go home alone around 3 But tonight, she’s comin’ home with me I’m gonna let her drive my car We’re gonna park in the yard She’s gonna drink my whole house dry If I end up with a scar, that’s fine
10.
Black Moon 06:27
Black Moon rising in the heat of the day, and lately my minds been easy to stray since i saw my baby boarding that train black smoke rising over them tracks that took my baby away so black moon, black train, take my heart with you, over them plains ain’t a night I don’t dream of you, in the black veil of sleep black train bringing my baby back home to me black moon, a deep dark hole, and black is my heart tonight, it’s black as coal and here in the deep dark night, i’m sitting all alone I’m gonna drink you away, ‘til i feel no pain, and my body goes cold black moon, black soil, please take this body that is long for the toil when I’m on my journey, through the darkest unknown come gather round in song, another one’s gone, made a church yard his home

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This record represents both an evolution and commitment to Kill County’s genuine, whiskey soaked country/folk music. Dust In Wire is oft times stoic and brooding, deliberate and contemplative, interspersed with reckless choruses and surging instrumentation. Ten songs of madness, drink, redemption, love, loss,slowburner black top and black night.

"p.s. I actually had to start a “Best of 2013″ category due to this album" slowcoustic.com

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released April 15, 2013

All songs by Kill County 2012 except My Friend Dirt by Jesse O’Hare. Recorded in Lincoln Nebraska, February 2012, by Bryan Bussard and Kill County. Mixed by Bryan Bussard. Mastered by Doug Van Sloan. Design and Layout by Eric Nyffeler doe-eyed.com
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