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A Place to Rest My Head

by The Lost Weekend

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1.
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, that Lord, you just 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 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
2.
The thing about wandering Is you have to return You can hold on for a little while But don't you call it your own And when she's singing them love songs She ain't singing them to you Well, I'd rather just believe it Then spend another minute alone She took me on a rollercoaster ride Back on her side of town And her friends they were screaming You're too high, hoss, come on down Its true the tracks they were wobblin' 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 close to dying tell me why, did I feel so warm Oh, if I was so close to dying Tell me why, did i feel, so warm
3.
Berlin Blues 03:14
The rain it came pouring down Soaked through the same holes of my shoes Knocking 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 could of 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 Son, you can't shine all the time on everyone Son, you can't shine all the time on everyone Son, you can't shine all the time
4.
Pretty Hair 04:25
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
5.
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 fighting and cramming Just to find a seat I wanna ride them trains old 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 sing 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
6.
No One Here 03:12
My beard's gone shaggy my hair is matted untamed Boots worn down These blue jeans are feeling the same More holes 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 em pretty girls again You tell them I did my best There was one from Missouri And one from the Rio Grande They loved it when i sang 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 shaggy my hair is matted untamed boots worn down And these blue jeans are feeling the same More holes than shirt These dark shades hide my shame Mister, you can knock all you want There ain't nobody here by that name The door 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 shaggy my hair is matted untamed Boots worn down and this jail cell is feelin the same More holes than shirt These dark shades hide my shame Mister you can knock all you want There ain't nobody here by that name
7.
Why Do I 03:33
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 you have . . . When your lips curl and you twirl your hair I forget others are in the room Empty bottles and worn out 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 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 Yeah, you show up and you sober me up Again and again Yeah, you show up and you sober me up Again and again Yeah, you show up and you sober me up Again and again Sober me, sober me, sober me
8.
Money River 03:40
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 river 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 (The Lost Weekend again) Can't tell ya where we been Lord, everyone that sees us, knows we're drenched in sin (The Lost Weekend again) I play their game but just can't seem to win I play their game but just can't seem to win I'm just looking for a place where i can rest my head You look like a place where i could rest my head Come one, Sugar ...
9.
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 she'd 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 sang his songs for you Every night 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 Read books only lovers Could ever explain It's not forbidden But we can pretend it always will be ...
10.
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 petty 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 (What did she day)
11.
It's Over 03:01
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 Swirling thunder and 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 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

about

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.

credits

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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