A Place to Rest My Head

by The Lost Weekend

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Hardcore Dave wrote these songs over years of travel and experience. Crafted over time with help from producer Paul Fig. These songs were played in hotel rooms, stages, bedrooms, parties, and every and anywhere to realize the truth behind them. Tracked entirely live In a whirlwind two day recording session at Dave's Room, the musicians assembled and the machines running, these boys and girl put together an album that sends the listener on a emotional roller coaster.

Each musician dived in with the same heart Hardcore Dave at times barking and other times soothing vocals guide your emotions. Joey Ponchetti keeps pounds through the rockers and guides through the softer ones as Rob Douglas completes the rhythm section. Parker Richey and Eli Wulfmeier keep the electric guitars blaring from both speakers. Richey returns only to caress the listener with the lap steel and pull on the heart strings or drive it home on dobro. Carl Byron, never to be under-estimated, fills the songs out with his delicate counter-melodies on the piano. But the real magic is his ability to layer upon layer playing the harmonium, organ, and accordion. Jennifer Goodridge comes through with a very necessary feminine counter to Hardcore Dave's husky vocals, and adds some beautiful harmonies.

All-in-all this is really unique performance by a very unique band. Very non-traditional song structure but easily accessible. it'll keep your toes tapping and your heart breaking, just the way a record should.

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released November 18, 2015

Hardcore Dave - Vocals, Harmonica
Parker Richey - Guitars
Joey Ponchetti - Drums
Carl Byron - Pianos
Eli Wulfmeier - Guitars
Rob Douglas - Bass
Jennifer Goodridge - Vocals
Jason Moore - Back-up Vocals
Stephen Bradley - Horns
Bryan Brown - Percussion

Produced, Mixed, and Engineered by Paul Fig
Recorded at Dave's Room
Mastered by Michael Hateley

Album Design by Ian Richer
Photo by Dennis Apergis

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Track Name: The One You Keep
Call me lover boy
Won't you call me sweet
Call me anything
Just call on me

I ain't asking be the only one, just the one you keep

I built you a castle, baby
I built it on a lake
Built with these loving arms you can't break
Now I ain't asking be the only one, just the one you keep

I've been gone a long time now
I been out on the road
Slept on the streets of NYC
And with half of Hollywood

I ain't asking be the only one, just the one you keep

I'm stuck in New Orleans and I ain't got nothing to eat
There's catfish on the floor
Who smashed my guitar?
There's a 7 year old screaming, she's stamping here feet
and i'm crying on the line, baby be the one you keep

I ain't asking be the only one, just the one you keep
Hear me, baby
I'm crying, calling, pleading
To be the one you keep
Track Name: Don't Call It Your Own
The thing about wandering
Is ya hafta return
You can hold on for a little while
But don't you call it your own
Don't you call it your home

And when she's singing them love songs
She aint singing them to you
Well, I'd rather just believe it
Then spend another minute alone

She took me on a rollercoaster ride
On her side of town
And her friends they were screaming
Your too high come on down

And its true the tracks they were wobblin'
And the car, spinning out of control
But if I was so close to dying
Tell me why, lord, did I feel so warm

if I was so cloase to dying
tell me why, did I feel so warm
Track Name: Berlin Blues
The rain it came pouring down
Soaks through the same holes of my shoes
Swiging back round after round
Trying to shake off these berlin blues
Feelin' like shit
Well, what else is new

My letters are lies I'm the same routine
Spent all my money and I'm drunk again
Looking around
and it aint no good
Are ya thinking of me?
while I'm dreaming of you
Even after all that we been through

What did I leave behind?
A few broken-hearts
Well they're mostly mine
Wonderin' what I coulda done
Son, you can't shine all the time on everyone
Sun you can't shine all the time

Flowers bloomed I didn't what to think
Been alone so long
I began to shrink
Seductive smells begged baby come inside
But all I could do was just run

What did I leave behind?
A few broken-hearts
Well they're mostly mine
Wonderin' what I coulda done
Son, you can't shine all the time on everyone
Sun you can't shine all the time
Track Name: Pretty Hair
all that i need right now, is lying here in my arms
and all i wanna feel right now
is your soft snore whispering by my ear

and i think this world wasnt made for folks like us
taking a little more time just to figure things out
so wont you put your head on my lap
and i'll caress your pretty hair
as we both fall fast asleep

ahh last night we went all out
when we're together things get outta hand
but oh baby, baby didn't we laugh out loud
You were my best kept secret, and i?
Your sweetest affair

and don't you find it so insane
how are lives became such a game
first we're up, then we're down, then it spins all over town
we get up, do it all again
(one day) we'll do it all again

its so much colder now
you ain't gotta tell me all your reasons why
but ohh there ain't no room for me
dry your eyes, baby let me hold you one last time

this world that wasnt made for folks like us
taking a little more time just to figure things out
so wont you put your head on my lap
and i'll caress your pretty hair
as we both fall fast asleep
Track Name: Proud to Be Country
I'm what you call a city slicker
Tall buildings concrete leads me everywhere
Now I never cared much for hunting and fishing
Til I filled my lungs with that sweet
Tennessee air

Where everybody's proud to be country
From the hills of old virginny
To the stars over alabam
Everybody's proud to be country
And if you're country and you're proud
Won't you raise your hand

Now we got trains
They call em subways
Everybody's cramming and fighting
Just to find a seat
Now I wanna ride them trains d hank sang about
Over the mountains through the valleys
Into the sea

Where everybody's proud to be country
From the hills of old virginny
To the stars over alabam
Everybody's proud to be country
And if you're country and you're proud
Won't you raise your hand

Now I had some good times
Between New York and LA
That knife in my back
It didn't hurt in any way
Sometimes I just don't know where I belong
I close my eyes strum this guitar
And it sings me back home to

Where everybody's proud to be country
From the hills of old virginny
To the stars over alabam
Everybody's proud to be country
And if you're country and you're proud
Won't you raise your hand

Everybody's proud to be country
From the California farm hands
To those dry Texas Lands
Everybody's proud to be country
And if you're country and you're proud
Won't you raise your hand
Track Name: No One Here
My beard's gone shagggy my hair is natted untamed
boots worn down
and these blue jeans are feelin the same
more wholes than shirt
these dark shades hide my shame
mister you can knock all you want
there ain't nobody here by that name

Now I can't remember what happened the night after last
By my empty pockets it seemed i had quiet a blast
If you ever see those girls again
Tell them I did my best

there was one from Missouri
And one from the Rio Grande
They loved it when i played them sweet songs by The Band
But the booze got the best of me
I hope that they understand

That my . . .

My beard's gone shagggy my hair is natted untamed
boots worn down
and these blue jeans are feelin the same
more wholes than shirt
these dark shades hide my shame
mister you can knock all you want
there ain't nobody here by that name

The Dor busts open its a red-faced Sheriff Perdue
He says, "Boy, we got six counties out here looking for you"
I said, "Sheriff, I'm right here. Where the fuck were you?"

My beard's gone shagggy my hair is natted untamed
boots worn down
and this jail cell is feelin the same
more wholes than shirt
these dark shades hide my shame
mister you can knock all you want
there ain't nobody here by that name
Track Name: Why Do I
Why do I say I love you
Is it to hear that you love me too
When I'm all around you
There ain't nothing that I can't do

I see you with your lovers
Do they know that you're around
Did they take you to the skies tonight
did they leave you lying flat on the ground

Trying to get off these city streets
I keep getting drawn back to you
Romanced so many
Why with you am I always the fool

Maybe that's all I am
I just don't know
Maybe I should just walk away
Like some other
Fools i have . . .

When your lips curl and you twirl your hair
I forget others are in the room
Empty bottles and wornout scenes
Did we even make it to the end of June

I'm thinking bout you all the time
So much that it rattles my brain
Drink myself to another place
Where you show up and you sober me up
Again and again
Track Name: Money River
Hard times they come and go
Work here has gotten slow
Looks like i'm gonna get back on that road
Find out, where that old money ever flows

Now i ain't asking you to be true
Sometimes cowgirls get the blues
Sometimes good people, they don't know what to do
All i ask is when i'm home the sheets smell only of you

Its The Lost Weekend again
Can't tell ya where we been
Lord, everyone that sees us, knows we're drenched in sin
I'm just looking for a place where i can rest my head
I'm just looking for a place where i can rest my head
You look like a place where i could rest my head
Track Name: Trips to Spain
She lived in a trailer
With five younger brothers
They played all day in the yard
They weren't city folk
They slept beneath the stars

He lived in a mansion
Just his toys and his servants
Took for granted things shed never afford
5th Ave
A lullaby of horns

Yet they spoke of running away to Spain
Reading books only lovers
Could ever explain
It's not forbidden
But we always said it was

They traveled the country
Just asellin his stories
played guitar blew the harp sang the blues
Every night on stage he'd sing his songs for you
Everynight he came a bit closer to the truth

Still they spoke of running away to Spain
Reading books only lovers
Could ever explain
It's not forbidden
But we always said it was

The days they got longer
They got so much harder
He did what any daddy would do
Hung his guitar up
Said "son my time is you"

Your mother she loves you
You know that she ought to
Lets go visit get at the fair
Tonight we'll sleep beneath the stars
Tell me all you dare

So you say you wanna runaway to Spain
Reading books only lovers
Could ever explain
It's not forbidden
But we can pretend it always will be
Track Name: The Fall of November
The fall of november
Had our first sips of wine
So caught up in living
Didn't notice the time

And our love songs
They roared from the highest peaks
and all my pety agonies
fell silent at my feet

And I thought I'd be
the one to call you my wife
Found to be the one
Never able to read your signs

And when the dust cleared
I had bled to much to run
From over his shoulder you winked at me
Raised your arm and fired the gun

What did you say, What did we say
Track Name: It's Over
There's no more trying
Can't do more lying
There's no more bending we can take
This just ain't living, you
Always for giving me
For what I do and what I say

Its over babe
And I'll see ya around the way

We're like a hurricane
Thunder and swirling rain
No one could see what was wrong

And when the day shone
The storm moved on
Our house it wasn't a home

It's over babe
And I'll see ya around the way

It wasn't enough I didn't inspire you
But you you were never here when I was loving you
It's killing me to say that
I don't want you anymore

There's no more trying
Can't do more lying
There's no more bending we can take
This just ain't living, you
Always for giving me
For what I do and what did i say

She whispered "it's over babe and I'll see ya around the way"
It's over babe
And there's nothing left to say