Just like home

Tim Easton -  guitar, vocals, Special 20 
 Justin Crooks -  foot stomp, homemade snare
Mickey Grimm - washboard, percussion, sneeze
Matt Surgeson - bass
 

I dreamed I was a bottle of bourbon trapped in a burning down house.
Then I heard you screamin' in the other room tryin' to catch that roustabout.
Breakin' lamps and tippin' over tables, rubbin' your big knees to the bone.
I heard an ashtray fly when he said goodbye.I wasn't dreamin' I was still at home.

So I jumped a couple trucks goin' southbound. Tucked the money in the toe of my boot.
Left my bills in the bottom of the chimney and made off with my best friend's suit.
Flyin' on down the two-lane. Sittin' in the free man's throne.
And then another Peterbilt turned over it wasn't traffic it was just like home.

Shotgun sleepin' and breakdown in a ditch by the side of the road.
Law man pullin' up from behind so he can keep it feelin' just like home.

Finally down to Louisiana with the sweat rollin' off my head,
I saw two women dancin' on the table tops and another dancin' on my bed.
The room service tastes like cigarettes so I jump right back on the phone.
They said, 'the woman you with is late for work I said  'God damnit this is just like home'.
It was just like home.

Head on out California way - stop and take a few jobs to go.
I like to quit right after first payday before my footsteps get too slow.
And as I'm leavin' town I hit my best girls' house and hit 'er up for a travelin' loan.
They just roll their eyes and peel me off a few fives slam the door baby like home. Just like home.

Movie stars and drag queen are draggin' me to the poor farm.
I guess you better go now and leave me alone so we can keep it feelin' just like home.

Now I kick back east from L.A. to catch the strangers' blues at home.
In two dozen hours I'll be pushin' up flowers after I walk back through that door.
It's good to be home. Just like home.
 
 

Special 20

Tim Easton - guitar & vocals
Al Perkins - dobro
Jim Hoke - Special 20
Mickey Grimm - oil can & percussion loop
Sean Beal - backing vocals

Special 20 you hang the moon for me with your clay red hair and croocked teeth.
I walk when you talk and it's no surprise with your whiplash tongue and hurricane eyes.
Special 20, it's no surprise.

A man is mostly a fool at best like the man who hurt you before.
I might be horn headed and dark hearted at times,
but if you're not mine to hold then I can't stop you if you need to go.
Special 20 do you want to go?

You can dance up a storm and I wonder if you're coming home tonight.
They'll be down at the quarry and the waters' gonna be just right.
Special 20 are you coming home tonight?

A man is mostly a fool at best like the man who left you behind.
I might be hornheaded and dark hearted at times, but if you're not mine to hold then
I will listen when you say goodbye. Special 20 did you say goodbye?
 

Torture comes to mind

Tim Easton - acoustic 6 & 12 string, guitars, vocals, electric
Matt Surgeson - bass
Ross Rice - drums
Sean Beal - electric rhythm guitar

If there's a list of all the stupid things we've done
it's a long, long list and we've just begun.

I pissed away most of my youth in some lazy one street rock roll band.
And the rest standing on some foreign corner with a shovel in my hand
and a hat at my feet.
When nobody in this world believes anything you say,
 you can't blame those teenagers 'cause they're just stupid that way.

Take a deep drink of the night, if you can't run then I guess you'll have to fight.
Torture comes to mind when I think about pouring over every line of that same old story.

If there's a list ...

I don't imagine that there's two kinds of people left in this world besides bad and evil.
Lucky for me - stupid as the day is long.
 
 

Troublesome kind

Tim Easton - guitar & vocals
Matt Surgeson - double bass
Ross Rice - drums
Sean Beal - accordian
Tramp - mandolin
Al Perkins - banjo
Jim Hoke - bass harmonica
Annie Light-Brown - backing vocals

quote from "Pueblo Waltz" by Townes van Zandt

When I was leaving town
You said: "Write ten songs for me"
 So I turned around and offered twenty if you promised to leave
Leave with me, find a new home.
Then you turned away to where you said you belonged.

One year later I came back 'round to deliver
Your first words to me: "Take me to bed now and lose me forever."
Didn't hesitate, didn't blink an eye,
turned and walked away, pulled down the blinds.

And I know you are the troublesome kind
Almost as much trouble as I am
You may keep me by your side.
Can you keep me in your heart one night?

It's seems lately we're like a two engine automobile.
Both of us giving directions, but only one fits behind the wheel.

(Instrumental)

Curled up in bed one morning
 Listening to the singer's warning.
"How much of your love is true?"

If I were to stick around you'd have to be the devil in overalls. 
I think I'm gonna travel on so won't you see me to the rails.
I know the story well, like night and day
I take you by the hand and you pull away.

I know you are the troublesome kind
Almost as much trouble as I am.
You may keep me by your side.
Can you keep me in your heart one night?
Troublesome kind.
 
 

All the pretty girls leave town
 
Tim Easton - guitar & vocals
Tramp - mandolin
Brad Jones - glockenspiel
 

All the pretty girls leave town
All the pretty girls leave town
All the pretty girls leave town
Mmmh well all the pretty girls leave town

They leave in the spring.
They leave everything behind
and push those rusty mustangs to the closest county line.
All the pretty girls leave town
All the pretty girls are leaving town
Mmmh well all the pretty girls leave town.

They leave in the fall
When they jump the gossip wall.
Have you heard about the young one who ran away and never called?
All the pretty girls leave town
All you pretty girls are leaving town
Mmmh well all the pretty girls leave town

Instrumental

They leave all the time for the city
With some pictures inside
Some turn into the story
That no fortune can deny.
And all the pretty girls leave town
All you pretty girls are leaving town
Mmmh when you gonna leave this town
When you gonna leave this town
''Cause all the pretty girls leave town.
 

Everywhere is somewhere

Tim Easton - rhythm guitar, vocals
Matt Surgeson - bass
Ross Rice - drums
Sean Beal - electric rhythm & feedback guitar
Al Perkins - pedal steel
Phillip Park - electric slide guitar & texture
Clare Surgeson - backing vocals

Rat tail skinny girl wearing long sleeves in July
What a body'll do to escape or have a good time.
When you took stupid on me was it to be understood
that it would just be a matter of time 'fore you were off your feet for good?

I am the ignorant one
I will never know
How they took you down
and how they robbed your soul.
I just want you back.
I just want you back.

Everywhere is somewhere and everybody is somebody's child.
Do they lie awake guilty as hell and think about you all the while?

I won't be seeing you again unless you visit me in a dream,
If I ever reach the other shore I will curse the one who took you from me.

I am the ignorant one.
I will never know
How they took you down
and how they robbed your soul.
I could kill the boy who dragged you to that hole but it won't bring you back.
I just want you back.
 

Help me find my space girl

Tim Easton - guitar & vocals
Matt Surgeson - bass
Ross Rice - drums
Sean Beal - big guitar
Robin Eaton - chime

Help me find my space girl
I went to the drive-in and she was not there.
Just some green faced big eyed ghoul in a rocket chair.
I went to the TV and she was nowhere.
Just some junked up boys with guns and slicked back hair.

Help me find my space girl
Help me find my space girl
Will I meet her in the backyard digging arrow-heads?
Or maybe on the midnight highway - or some truck stop instead?
Won't you help me find her?
Does anybody know what she looks like?
Does anybody know what she looks like?
Does anybody know what she looks like?
Does anybody know what she looks like?

Help me find my space girl
Help me find my space girl
Help me find my space girl
Help me find my space girl
Help me find my space girl
Help me find my space girl
 

Sweet Violet

Tim Easton - guitars, vocals & foot taps
Brad Jones - bass, harmonium
Teresa Fyffe - violin

Always in the eye of the storm.
Always a purce and often a home.
Strong and calm when everything's gone wrong.
Sweet Violet.

When I was on the darkest road.
When I was tired and all alone.
And I thought that everything was lost
Sweet Violet.

When I look in your eyes,
I can't put up a fight.
I would drive all night to see you
Sweet Violet.

When they took me downtown
and they locked my wheels down.
When I'd fallen for the thousandth time
Sweet Violet, Sweet Violet.

When they call the number 
I'll be two steps from your door
Sweet Violet, Sweet Violet.
 

Hey Rosine

Tim Easton - acoustic guitar & vocals
Matt Surgeson - bass
Sean Beal - lead & baritone guitar, backing vocals on bridge
Mickey Grimm - percussion loop

Hey Rosine don't offend my reason. Just keep your candies burning.
Youth will not be wasted on you.
Hey Rosine, put your pretty on. Let's go out a walkin'.
The summertimes will  never leave you blue.

Hey Rosine, I'm not asking you to wait around.
Nobody's gonna hold you down.
Youth will not be wasted on you.

It's a long day when you're so far away from town.
It's a long, long night when you're just nowhere to be found.

Hey Rosine, you got your mama's worries
and your daddy's trigger finger.
Don't question if I'll always be true.
 

Rewind

Tim Easton - acoustic guitar & vocals
Matt Surgeson - bass
Ross Rice -drums
Sean Beal - electric guitar
Al Perkins - pedal steel
Brad Jones - hammond B3 organ

Jimmy's got this thing for my woman.
She's not really mine - she's just all that I have.
She drives me to work in the morning.
I wash her dishes at night. Together we are something.
Together always fighting like lovers.
You know every single day we love and hate each other.
I am sane because I told my self so.
Quite sane as I watch her walk around the bar.
She buys my friends drinks because they love to drink.
She is weak, or at least she tells them so.
She is tired of letting me spend the night 
and when I get look into her eyes she tells me 'go and get a life'.
So I kill myself each and every night
and I don't even know what I want.
Or maybe what I want is what you hate.
What you hate is more is all of your friends telling you
how to live your life because nobody know.
Just you - you and I - now rewind, let me watch it all over.

If I buld a world on top of your word,
then we'll have a running game.
And if this game should ever end
then I will know that it's time for bed -
but you don't sleep tight when you've been alone too long.
So turn to me now and rest your face in my hand
because he and they will never really know
what does sink and what does float.
So as you lay down next to me I pray your memory
to keep on rewind, rewind, rewind,
now recline, said rewind, let me watch it all over,
all over, it's all over.

Jimmy's got this thing for my woman.
Well, she's not really mine - she's just all that I have.
She drives me to work in the morning.
I wash her dishes at night.
Together we are something.
Together always fighting like lovers.
You know every single day
we love and hate each other.
But now Jimmy's got this thing for my woman.
Well, she's never been mine.
We've just killed alot of time together.
 

all song written by Tim Easton
copyright 1998/Last Heathen Songs/ASCAP