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Face First in the Dirt EP

by Hoots & Hellmouth

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Babe, you look half asleep You’re hiding your eyes and I can’t see Where you’ve gotten now. Are you up and how high are you? Hi, how are you? Does it feel a little better when you sing All those shades of gray You gather in a day Away, away? Is it common where you come from To laugh at losers in love As they all fall from grace Burying their faces in the dirt Of dear old mother earth? Then it’s right back to the root of the curse You can blame your mother’s heart But don’t pick it apart Cuz it picked you Yes, you Little ol’ you Sit down on your hands and wait it out Maybe I should just take a hint, Run myself for the president, Or take a savior’s tone And lead all my little lambs home back to My father’s house On an orchard in the south, Where there’s a hole in the roof And all the water’s run out. Where I would no less be Happy as a seed in the sod Just waiting for the nod. Sit down on your hands and wait it out.
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Every day just a little after 5 o’clock There’s an evening beginning on every block Where the sun don’t look as hot as it did Earlier in the day. Well, neither do you and I, but that’s ok, As long as you stay Handy with a needle and some thread Or just happy with that hole in your head Loving you life with the dead And dying daily I’m beginning to think I wasn’t quite ready to say that And maybe I won’t ever be ready to say that But oh, you antebellum tree, You sing to me! Sing to me! Oh, you antebellum tree, What’s it like to be Watching me From your side Of that fence I try to wrap my head around? I try to throw a stone and make some sound, Set my feet on sacred ground, Barefoot and barely landing. “Son,” I can hear you cry, “Don’t you know where you are standing?” But I can only answer that I do not know. The only word I heard from you was “Go!” But oh, you antebellum tree, You sing to me! Sing to me! Oh, you antebellum tree, What’s it like to be Watching me From your side Where your branches swing Over everything. So give me a few pine needles for some thread To sew up this hole in my head, Breathe some life into my dead And watch the evening begin again. When the sky is divided I’ll slip on in And maybe find out where my balance has been.
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Threadbare 03:10
It’s wearing my soul out Over the knees Wearing my soul out All full of holes Wearing my soul out Till I’m Threadbare Threadbare Grass stain green Seems to me All my fibers sing It’s wearing my soul out Over the knees Wearing my soul out All full of holes Wearing my soul out Till I’m Threadbare Threadbare Frictious on me Sticks right to How I do (what I do) Frictious, frictious Frayed and unraveling Unravelling Blood stain red Black lung lead All my fibers threadbare It’s wearing my soul out Over the knees Wearing my soul out All full of holes Wearing my soul out Till I’m Threadbare Threadbare
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Returning in Pieces Rain, needle rain Threading liquid veins Churning syrup earth Until it breathes again Stirring up still birth Until it bleeds again And the stains are upon us again Now that the mystery is less mysterious The curious uncovered the seed We’re taking our lives less serious Knowing that knowing is all we’ll ever need My thesis is this: Reinvention of a wheel, Chopped to square, Drawing arcs in the air From A to B to C to D And then back to A. Suddenly I’m a genius. Please stop me if you’ve already seen this. Now that the mystery is less mysterious The curious uncovered the seed We’re taking our lives less serious Knowing that knowing is all we’ll ever need So why do I Refuse to leave this? Do I know I Am coming back in pieces? I’m eternally returning in pieces of you. I feel you coming back to me I feel like I am coming home Now that the mystery is less mysterious The curious have uncovered the seed We’re taking our lives less serious Knowing that knowing is all we’ll ever need So why do I Refuse to leave this? Do I know I Am coming back in pieces? I’m eternally returning in pieces of you.

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Written, arranged and performed by Sean Hoots, Robert Berliner, Todd Erk & Mike Reilly

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released March 15, 2011

Recorded by Jim Roll at Backseat Productions in Ann Arbor, MI

Mixed by Jon Low at Miner Street Recordings in Philadelphia, PA

Mastered By Ryan Schwabe at The Maniac Mansion, Philadelphia PA

Cover art: Harvesting (1928)
Woodcut by Wharton Esherick
Courtesy of the Wharton Esherick Museum, Paoli, Pennsylvania www.whartonesherickmuseum.org

Design and layout by Bobby Rosenstock
justAjar Design + Press in Marietta, OH
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With music and lyrics that are both transportive, yet achingly familiar, Hoots and Hellmouth offer a stream of songs that are earthy and ethereal, buoyant and tranquil, fluid and precise.

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