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I Woke At The Station

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1.
Is it true the tower fell? Saint in armor, might as well Haunt the parking lots of Dallas Here among us, God at last speaks He was such a quiet man I barely knew him But I've grown to understand That I'm polluted By distraction If I only asked him how his day went If I could deconstruct the chords Til they are nothing but a noise Locked away in silent hum I could worship anyone And if I reach a violent end I deserve it Cause I've grown to understand That I'm imperfect So damn arrogant If I only asked him how his day went
2.
He leaves the ring, all cigarette ash and dive bar beauty, he sleeps beside his Friday bride, and hopes that she's eighteen. And oh my god, he'll tell you that his life's a movie, he fucks and fights, his name's in lights, and he can barely read. He should be dead Or at least dying But instead The world is kind And inviting Time and time again Friday night: the arena goes dark and I punch the clock, and I grab my things to cruise the street, looking for a date This ice hits cold, and this kid from Juarez, Mexico won't say his name but I don't blame him, I told him mine was Juan. And I'm not dead But I think I'm dying But for him The world is kind And inviting Time and time again They watch the brawl on a flickering screen at the usual bar, to go over the plan to rob this man for everything he's got "I got mouths to feed. Head back to the arena after everyone leaves, his manager's car is a Ford Capri parked along the side" But the night is long and the chrissy they smoked seems to be wearing off. They hold each other in a bathroom stall and slip off into dreams.
3.
Mancelona 03:25
Wake up Jacob I'm coming home This time tomorrow Bleached as bone I got the money Without a hitch All we've ever wanted Is within our reach On the greyhound I had a dream Endless solutions for Everything And resignation For what was lost I woke at the station And I wandered off Mind was vacant So I spent the night wasted in the shell Of a Super 8 motel by the freeway
4.
It always hurts to see you're not listening A carcass of sorts made of vine and milk thistle Most turn to dust but some turn to sketches in books And I’m too drunk to dance but it’s not my turn The boys come from Birmingham, Venice and Rome To bask in your ruin then ask to be ferried across In the years of the black heart It’s been a bad day, I don't ask you for much Cause sometimes when I wake I find all that I want In the microbes and dust that hang joyful in knives of bright noon And we all become this electric nothing The will of our god appears faceless and numb And I never looked back but I still turned into a pillar of salt In the years of the black heart Vacant Dark night The guardian of the whip Hablemos de amor Weightless Young blood I’m sick of all your shit I can’t bear it no more
5.
Terrorinside 04:30
I don't wanna be free I got a terror inside I woke up Mary just to see her eyes Said I had a bad dream that I died a poor man She spent her whole damn life just carrying him I drove myself to the auto parts store Doused a rag in gas and breathed it in Took my sawed off out, turned the sign on the door Took all the cash he was carrying Now the headlights streaking white across my view I keep screaming "my god, what's happening" When I get home Mary says "what's happened to you?" I say "nothing" but my shirt has blood on it
6.
Do you want to leave this place alone? Wipe that oil off your face and we'll go Wait here, brother Don't get out of the car I'm proud of you At the border Give this to the guard Grey light winter Don't leave nothing for those rats They ask for dynamite, you hand them sheets of paper When you shiver what is on your mind? All your daddy's friends have gone inside They lost interest Stayed here for the cash But that's their business I had children Generations pass But there's no difference You'll be left out in the cold You hold a paradox, a swift ascending anchor Don't leave nothing for those rats They ask you for a light, you blind them with your answer
7.
Petty Warned 04:14
"It began like this: I parked my car and walked into the drugstore. It was the opening shift, I had the place to myself so I had a smoke in the stock room. When I came back out I saw Freddy from down the block and a few of his friends. I don't know how, but he got his hands on the cash box and I watched as he emptied it. I was seeing red as they peeled out onto the highway, and I knew what I would do. (So much disrespect! I've known Freddy since we were kids, man, and he didn't even wear a mask.) See, Freddy lived with his mother at the end of my street. She's a junkie, just like my mom was a junkie. My mom would sleep all day, so I picked up some chains from the Walmart, and a tank of gas and a lighter with a rebel flag design. And I drove to Freddy's house. Put chains on the doors. Went out into the garage Dumped gasoline on the floors. I don't really want to talk about it any more. What about you? What are you in for?"
8.
Life is work and paying bills Another night in the city Memories of something real I found a bag full of money Josephine, I've seen your eyes I'm coming home this time
9.
Phoenix 06:06
How do you want me? I ain't got all day It's a steady situation I make more money in a week doing this than half your life straight It's no illusion It's just sleight of hand If you watch the cards moving I'll be nothing but a flash of a life that you lie with in bed I don't belong here But oh my god, I watch the sun rise each day And all that love I thought was retreating Comes to me with such overwhelming grace And then my life has meaning But then comes the shadow And I stand where I should And that stranger in my body Comes alive through the smoke and my ass on this cadillac's hood I'm not superstitious But I pray when I go I turn to fire in his engine And I rise through the vents in the dash and I burn through his soul I don't belong here But oh my god, I watch the sun rise each day And in my bones I feel something is leaving Something old that's keeping me in this place And that's the only thing worth believing

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"It's a pitch so overused that it should be cast in bronze and placed on a mantelpiece. I had the opportunity to go to an isolated cabin in the woods and record an album. I didn't shave and I packed lots of flannel, all the stuff you would expect from a folk singer in 2017. But despite the isolation and lovely autumnal setting, I knew from the beginning that I wanted to make a city album. An album for driving down the highway in the middle of the night under a sodium vapor glow. A collection full of distinct characters, overflowing with hardship and longing. They wake up, they go to work, they fall apart under the pressure, they dream and dream. The question I really wanted to ask was this: Is there dignity in desperation?" - Logan Farmer

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released February 7, 2018

All songs written and performed by Logan Farmer

Saxophone on 'Terrorinside' - Sean Culliton

Mastered by Mike Bridavsky

Recorded at the Hill House Artist Residency in Mancelona, MI
(provided by Crosshatch Center for Art and Ecology)

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