Hard Pan to Chaos

by The Old Smugglers

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1.
Bramble 01:42
In a village by the seaside Across the drunken bramble Lay a restless feeling kept awake From all the mindless chatter In the pit of every stomach In fluttered and it festered And boiled out of the words that spilled From the cracked and bleeding lips It was caught in every net that lay From Sunshine Point to Ratchet Bay And every bastard worth his salt will say "You gotta give back all you take" When the words lay retched up on the floor In the sawdust and regret Remember Who always shoots first.
2.
Boilermaker 02:26
I got a toothache, a side of beef, White knuckle triumph, and a glass of relief. It's gonna hurt me more than you Still gotta face the morning with a heaping of truth. No amount of cotton the doctors apply Can stitch up the scars I try to hide inside. I love the sugar but hate all the sweet I got a toothache, a cell mate, and a side of beef. I'm a boilermaker. I got fistfulls of fire, Just a furnace of feelings of misplaced desire. I use vinegar and piss to spit in your eye I pack a punch like a pistol and a railroad tie. Kicking and screaming, covered in lead, Hammering out the demons from the side of your head. Drink it down, sound the alarm I got an ass or two to kick on this prison farm. I got a toothache, a side of beef, White knuckle triumph, and a glass of relief. I got a toothache, a side of beef, White knuckle triumph, and a glass of relief.
3.
Great Divide 03:06
I fight for my voice on this sinking canoe Armed with a pack of smugglers with nothing to lose. We got booze, and balls, and vigor, and trawls To fish out all the traitors with their bullshit cigars. I said hey, boss man! You eyeballing me? You best open your mind So you can see I said hey, flat foot! You know what we need? A change of the guards 'Cause nobody can breathe. You got a lot of gusto and a lot of nerve To think I'll fall for your fashionable marketing words. You see our battle cry all through the countryside Won't stop until you understand we've tried and died Won't stop until you see we're all bona fide Won't stop until we heal this here great divide I said hey, boss man! You eyeballing me? You best open your mind So you can see I said hey, flat foot! You know what we need? A change of the guards 'Cause nobody can breathe.
4.
There's a letter man Who won't carry the mail anymore There's another man Gonna walk his route tomorrow The baggage got too light Gonna watch somebody else tonight There's another man in the TV set tonight Another man gonna walk that route Gonna wear those shoes 'til they wear out There's another man on the TV set tonight There's another man on the TV set They wrapped a tie around his neck There's another man on the TV set tonight.
5.
Been a long time coming for doctors to throw dissertations inside my skull. But as my body turns grey my thoughts stay the same and the days seems like one big lull. Before I close my eyes to the dying light and the darkness all but settles in, Borrowing happiness from tomorrow because I know I'll never be unforgiven. So I cannot stay as the ice dams swell and spill o'er the edge of the sky like damaged goods that washed ashore. After all it's just one long goodbye. Before I close my eyes to the dying light and the darkness all but settles in, Borrowing happiness from tomorrow because I know I'll only be unforgiven. Every woman has her secrets Every man has his pride If you peel back the sin and open the soul you'll see We're all just empty inside Them bones keep on burning and snapping and rolling as I toil and waste away. Of all the things that had been, it's everything that has happened again... While I keep digging my grave. Before I close my eyes to the dying light and the darkness all but settles in, Borrowing happiness from tomorrow because I know I will always be unforgiven.
6.
10:30 a.m. 03:42
I'm gonna tear you to pieces I'm throw you down the stairs I'm waiting in the darkness In the pounding of your skull You thought that we could be friends But I'm here to prove you wrong Cuz I'm holding you under water And I've been here all along Now you can try to hide under the covers Where air is stale and warm But I can wait for you all day yeah I can wait for you all day You thought that we could be friends But I'm here to prove you wrong Cuz I'm holding you under water And I've been here all along I was sneaking up the back stairs I know all the creaky boards Floating down the dark hall Up to your waiting door You seem unsteady on your feet boy So unsure what you can eat Can't kill the taste of copper Through the narrowed eyes of me Still looking for some purchase Why don't you just give in The hands are weak but constant And they'll be back again You thought that we could be friends But I'm here to prove you wrong Cuz I'm holding you under water And I've been here all along I was sneaking up the back stairs I know all the creaky boards Floating down the dark hall Up to your waiting door Where I shambled right in Held the air real tight And laughed throughout the night. I'm gonna tear you to pieces I'm throw you down the stairs I'm waiting in the darkness In the pounding of your skull
7.
Fell hard and broke To the dreaming of the night It's all I can do To watch it all run by And I cheer them along With a pocket of regrets Just keep me guessing I'm sure that I won't guess right Morning has come, I tried looking away Rise with the sun, I gave a wink and a nod and I'm Digging with my dinner plate, the dirt's good down here The wind never scolds me, and the dogs don't bite Well I know that ditch is welcoming It's comfortable and deep Wraps its arms to hold on real tight Some blurred-eye recollection From insomnia and gin Pulls me down, down, down Morning has come, I tried looking away Rise with the sun, I gave a wink and a nod and I'm Digging with my dinner plate, the dirt's good down here The wind never scolds me, and the dogs don't bite There's something to be said about earth in the nails It's tried and it's true Through the clatter of indifference So I'll be the first to call you with this Knock back all of your footfalls And dig through the night Morning has come, I tried looking away Rise with the sun, I gave a wink and a nod and I'm Digging with my dinner plate, the dirt's good down here The wind never scolds me, and the dogs don't bite
8.
Turning stones on open graves Black birds watch it all with heavy heads And you're haunted by the words you couldn't say Now they're etched for good, in Shadow's Fall Catching dreams in fever songs Cool earth resonates in dissonance Then a gust can catch you in your unawares Breathing cautiously, in Shadow's Fall Drummer's last tattoo is calling out from the gnarled woods Casting columns of light you find yourself so still And a chill creeps up to stand right on your chest Selling all the rest, in Shadow's Fall Whispering boughs bring eyes to tear and they tangle underfoot Full day's weight takes hold and drops you to a knee But the closer you get the dimmer lights intrude There's only one way in, in Shadow's Fall
9.
You dug that hole until the handle broke which you buried next to the trampled soul With shoulders slumped and nary a pause you held the blade with bloodied hands Now, now, now deeper and deeper the days fell away then the rust stood tall on your sunken chest Dirt in the lungs, blood in the eyes And the only way home is straight down Can't dig it up, won't ever stop You'll dig that hold back to the top The business in the right hand and blood on my left I wade through the river in my best double breast Salty goggles toward the sky will show that I'm torn with regret but you'll never know Can't dig it up, won't ever stop You'll dig that hold back to the top Can't dig it up, won't ever stop The splinter's grabbed hold tight Walking through town with one foot nailed down monkey's on my back got a ladder so he gets up high Now you buried that hole until your shoulders broke Couldn't handle the weight of the rusted soul Carved in deep a last confession Tricky fingers finger sticky sinners Can't dig it up, won't ever stop You'll dig that hold back to the top Dirt in the lungs, blood in the eyes And the only way home is deeper down
10.
Crow's Nest 03:18
Scratching down Gunnel to turn up Cleat Waking up the alley cats A one-seven-five steel cab take its toll Hoisted by the best intent Washed up and broken like a shipwrecked boom, weather-beaten hide to boot Rum soaked bones, sand etched throat Holding on to everything the wake upon your back and then you're Falling down from the crow's nest You lost your look of life and that's a shame There are times that you should know best Glassing the depths of yesterday... and you piss it down the drain You gotta chimney up the side of the Bowling Hall Just to catch a glimpse of the sun The water tower dribbles like "Old Man" Wiggers And you'll never get to sleep from the bugs It's like a slow madness filling up the cracks in the planks of a musty row boat Peeling off the paint of a bad idea That will wash itself down the gutter soon enough and there it leaves you Falling down from the crow's nest You lost your look of life and that's a shame There are times that you should know best Glassing the depths of yesterday... and you piss it down the drain Digging out the fog at the Last Ditch Pond Carving every notion clean Wade through the mire with a freshening gust Run ashore to snap the keel You gotta pull back the curtain, kick over the chair, knock a little sense in the room Ring a couple bells, crashing through the swells The long nines will keep you singing all the way down you're reeling Falling down from the crow's nest You lost your look of life and that's a shame There are times that you should know best Glassing the depths of yesterday... and you piss it down the drain
11.
Alone and buried in a drink of night Window casts a twisted face I've seen all my life But I see through it, from indifferent thoughts So now the water's warm enough to hold my breath Confused and battered in self-indulgent mire To chew on something rotten shut behind a door And you know it should taste good until it's all been drained Hammering out a pain, hammered up again Dimly conscious yet so all aware Heart holds out a sharp reminder Questions falling leave an unmistakable stain Have to get up soon, get up soon to be the To be the one you want to wake up next to To be the one you want to hold up to the sky To be the one you want to drag back down To the ground that never gives up its name To the ground that never gives up its name
12.
Sonuvabitch 04:41
I saw a man being true to himself Funny sight in the middle of the city He walked with pride, he walked with a big stride Kept his eyes all around He fell asleep behind the wheel (Of a large automobile) Of a large automobile And on his vest he wrote the words (The things that I like best) The things that I like best I found this man to be most interesting (A friendly man, a friendly man) He'd give you the shirt off his back the time of day Can't say why they want to run him away Just a little side note while I have the chance He had a tattoo on his arm that he could make dance And in his boot he carried a knife (I saw it once it looked sharp) Then one day he headed out Then one day he headed out I found this man to be most interesting (A friendly man, a friendly man) He'd give you the shirt off his back the time of day Can't say why they want to run him away With a tube sock filled with doorknobs I'm gonna knock some sense into your thick skull (Son of a bitch! I'll be your son of a bitch!) Panty hose filled with oranges I'm gonna tune that bruise til the learning sticks (Son of a bitch! I'll be your son of a bitch!) I'm gonna take that board of education upside your head and knock some stupid teeth out (Son of a bitch! I'll be your son of a bitch!)
13.
Awake 01:59
Don't you ever leave before me Little innocent hands rescued me From the void, up to the surface passed all regrets tarnished by salt and sea. And I wonder where they're going now Is anybody looking out for me? Will I ever sleep in the warmth of a blanket From someone who cares?
14.
A dark shape came crawling out of the drain And whispered a tune that no one should know A sharp stare sang the refrain from an empty chair across the room I feel into a glass through clenched teeth I held my tongue wroth watered eyes The stove pipe hissed and the faucet leaked a beat to rattle the bones The wind shook a chorus down from the trees that rained on the roof through the night And I skipped like a record to change my gait (May you always be shelter from the storm) You couldn't breakdown if you tried At long last held up to the sky And with the wake left to the shoal It held you down into the dark Covered in smoke and gasoline I less than three your time with me I never thought we'd love again but there you are inside my head like a canoe filled with hammers being dragged down an alley I will carve a place in your heart with a rusty hook into the deep dark, deep dark (May you always be shelter from the storm) You couldn't breakdown if you tried At long last held up to the sky And with the wake left to the shoal It held you down into the dark There was dream that I kept in a lamp oil jar buried in the yard by the swing set post written on the face of a jack of clubs that i carried until I was ten (May you always be shelter from the storm) I know it still waits for a shovel's embrace or a washout rain to see the sky again but everything that matters will find you sooner or later and the rest just swallow the dirt

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Hard Pan to Chaos was recorded in the hull of Shipwrecked Studio with reckless abandon and gritty fortitude. Everything that matters will find you sooner or later and the rest just swallow the dirt.

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released November 10, 2017

The Infamous Dr. Thunder
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The Old Smugglers Saint Paul, Minnesota

Scotch and coffee, smelling like smoke and grandpa, truckload of soup cans falling from the sky, Americana shanty sounds of regret and revelation.

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