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KICK THE DIRT

by RYAN PURCELL

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1.
Enough 05:13
Enough There's a certain kind of story - this is how it is begun there's a house that was once a home - it has somehow come undone probably in the basement there's a skeleton or two one's someone you don't recognize - the other one is you. I've been lying to myself, trying to be somebody else and I love you baby but it ain't enough - I'm forty four I got all this stuff The smoke drifts down the valley, spreads out across the town you can tell - there's a certain smell - when someone's house is burning down when the brush gets knee high, one spark is all it takes in this world everybody's free to make their own mistakes So let it all go up in flames - kick the dirt over what remains let the sparks rise and fill the sky - think a shooting star needs a reason why? I've been lying to myself, trying to be somebody else and I love you baby but it ain't enough - I'm forty four I got all this stuff and it ain't enough, it ain't enough, it ain't enough Let's fill up some churches - tear down some governments Send some kids to the desert to die then wonder why they went say a prayer to the darkness, the storm clouds overhead that they might pass on over us and strike someone else instead Now it's time for the setting sun to go ahead and finish what's already done pull the plug and turn out the lights blow me a kiss and then say goodnight I've been lying to myself, trying to be somebody else and I love you and the kids but it ain't enough - I'm forty four I got all this stuff So let it all go up in flames - kick the dirt over what remains let the sparks rise and fill the sky - think a shooting star needs a reason why? I've been lying to myself, trying to be somebody else and I love you baby but it ain't enough - I'm forty four I got all this stuff and it ain't enough, it ain't enough, it ain't enough
2.
DON'T STOP 03:18
Don’t Stop Pour me a glass of Mr. Daniels give me a shot of that liquid fire don’t give a damn how the old bitch handles as long as there’s a little air left in the tires but don’t stop, pour out that last drop I got a thirst I can’t explain So pour me some whiskey or some wine I’m feeling down in the dumps I cannot quite make up my mind I got this feeling I been sunk guess I owe myself a drunk Never liked the taste of pure spring water never found that it could quench my thirst always thought that things’d be getting better never figured on them just getting worse So don’t stop, pour out that last drop I got a thirst I can’t explain Pour me some whiskey or some wine I’m feeling high as a kite I cannot quite make up my mind So I’m gonna do as I like and, as the English say, get tight Let me taste the sweetness of your body let me drink the water of your tears fill me with a vision of our future I’d like to catch a glimpse before it disappears Just don’t stop, pour out that last drop don't stop I know I've already had quite a lot Don't stop baby give me all you got I got a thirst I can’t explain
3.
Palmer’s Pick Up Blues Could have been the whiskey might have been the gin Could have been the state that I found myself in The state of Alabama borders on Louisiana or anyways both of them are far from home I got those low down Palmer’s pick up blues I’ve gambled everything I had to lose On Palmer’s pickup blues Could have been the rough road or maybe just the tough grind or the fact that I have trouble making up my mind Should’a would’a could’a been a little more like Buddah remembered what I’d left at home I got those low down Palmer’s pick up blues I’ve gambled everything I had to lose On Palmer’s pick up blues Could have been the perfume or her underlying scent or where it was it seemed that those legs went could have been the “I wanna” or the marijuana or the fact I was long way from home I got those low down Palmer’s pick up blues I’ve gambled everything I had to lose On Palmer’s pick up blues What is it that smells so sweet? Flowers blooming in the cracks of the street They’re just like me and you They’re gonna find the sun somewhere Just like lovers they don’t care Somehow they’re gonna get their share I can see them blooming... everywhere I got Palmer’s pick up blues
4.
When Was The Last Time (The Bottle Let You Down) When was the last time the bottle let you down? When was the last time there wasn't one around? When was the last time I was sober? I can't remember where or when And I hope that when doesn't come around again Been drowning my sorrows with an icy bottle of beer This one has gone empty wish I had another one here Bring one for yourself and a couple more for me My sorrow is a big one it will not drown easily When was the last time the bottle let you down? When was the last time there wasn't one around? When was the last time I was sober? I can't remember where or when And I hope that when doesn't come around again Down at the mission you can hear that ringing bell The Reverend's going fishing but only time can tell If you'll wind up in heaven or just a mouldering in some grave or burning up in hell below cause you just could not behave Chorus Don't you treat your lover the way lovers often do do your best to treat her right do your best to be true don't you treat your lover the way my lover treated me or you'll find that liquor starts to go down easily Don't put your faith in politics or in the laws of man I've had lessons from the two of them from the backsides of their hands don't be no man's jailer or a prisoner you'll be there's many a man who has become what he pretends to be When was the last time the bottle let you down? When was the last time there wasn't one around? When was the last time I was sober? I can't remember where or when And I hope that when doesn't come around I hope my belly starts to settle down I hope that when don't ever come around again
5.
Hit Parade 03:03
Hit Parade Gave up her bed of roses now she lays her head on straw If she had a doubt she's drowned it out with drugs and alcohol There's one too many stoplights on Sunset Boulevard There's a man on the corner with a Laker's hat you could pass him but it's just too hard Welcome to the hit parade don't say you got it made - don't say you got it made She got one good friend too many, they come round late at night but they don't look so pretty in the morning light She says that she's a cocktail waitress she makes good tips it's true makes 200 dollars doing what a girl's got to do Welcome to the hit parade don't say you got it made - don't say you got it made In the city of Los Angeles angels aren't hard to find You can see them pushing shopping carts there's heaven in their eyes They're trapped down here on Earth these days They're looking for some shade They'd like to sell the story rights just wait till they get paid Welcome to the hit parade don't say you got it made - don't say you got it made Let's empty all the swimming pools, let's fill them with champagne Let's take those sandy beaches, make them sweet cocaine Let's bring our boys back home tell them the war's been won Let's slap a medal on them and go start another one Welcome to the hit parade let's say we got it made - let's just say we got it made
6.
You Better Start Coming Around I wish I could lie in your arms tonight I wonder if I'd married you would I still be as lonely as tonight It's hard to say what's filled my heart I'm trying to pull it all together baby but it just falls apart You know someday baby, love is coming you won't know where or how and if you can't see what's going down you better start coming around Do as you're told you'll get your reward I wonder if there's something else that we could do with all these swords Am I making sense? Is there any way to tell is there anyway to fade away or maybe pray to try and break this spell You know someday baby, love is coming I don't know where or how and if you can't see what's going down you better start coming around And could I kill? and still sleep with you at night could I look you in the eye and say that I did just what I believed was right And would it change the way you look at me And would you say darling it's strange but you're not the man you used to be You know someday baby, love is coming I can’t say where or how and if you can't see what's going down you better start coming around Another day out on patrol these days it's kind of hard with all the heat to keep your self control I've tasted sweat - gunpowder and blood There's a body lying leaking in the dust and turning it to mud I did what I did - I'm not afraid to die and if you believe that last line well I'm sorry but it was a lie Step out into the dark - the wonder of it all Will I see Jesus or Mohammed - is there heaven? or just nothing at all You know someday baby love is coming - I can't say where or how And if you can’t see what’s going down if you can’t see what’s going down if you can’t see what’s going down
7.
Sunshine 04:02
Sunshine When will the sun shine on everyone The same as falls the rain When will the sun shine on everyone the same Took a trip to Washington to wander through those halls raised my voice a time or two it still seemed kind of small Saw a stature of Lincoln there carved in marble white and the names of men who died doing what they were told was right When will the sun shine on everyone The same as falls the rain When will the sun shine on everyone the same And as I walked some rain did fall onto those steaming grates and trickled down the avenues and spilled upon my plate Soaked right through the blanket I was using to stay dry Pelted down on those who passed me by When will the sun shine on everyone The same as falls the rain When will the sun shine on everyone the same There's fields out in Arlington where crosses bloom in white and the tombs of the Kennedy's are blazing in the night Somedays the sun does shine somedays the rain does fall Rain or shine it falls on one and all When will the sun shine on everyone The same as falls the rain When will the sun shine on everyone the same When will the sun shine on everyone The same as falls the rain When will the sun shine on everyone the same
8.
GUANTANAMO 03:03
Guantanamo We got a secret prison in Guantanamo It's the kind of secret everybody knows We've got ourselves an emperor who doesn't have no clothes But when your fighting a war there's no way to win that's just the way it goes If you wake up early in the morning why not just go back to bed There's nothing in the morning papers better to nurse your hangover instead We've got a secret prison in Guantanamo the things that they do there no one wants to know the rotting corpse of liberty is starting to decompose But when you're fighting a war there's no way to win That's just the way it goes I truly think that things are getting better eventually I'm sure you will agree In the meantime why don't you just get a move on There is really nothing here for you to see We've got a secret prison in Guantanamo A president who won't admit he used to do some blow We've got this dirty little secret that everybody knows Yeah we're fighting a war there's no way to win another one of those Why do people get worked up and worried Maybe they have got something to hide? I've heard they're selling pot to all the neighbors It's a slippery slope let's just enjoy the ride We've got a secret prison in Guantanamo, Guantanamo, Guantanamo It might be time for you to visit there's room for more, you know when you're fighting a war there's no reason to win That's just the way it goes
9.
The Decider 04:16
The Decider Hey Hey Hey he's the decider Everything he decides is right is wrong Hey Hey he ain't getting any wiser Probably won't wise up till the day he's dead and gone First things first: Don''t start a fucking war If you do figure out what you're fighting it for Don't start things off based on some lies don't dishonor those you've sent to die Just because you're the president doesn’t mean you can be an incompetent You don't know it all - Hell, you don't know anything chorus Secondly we've got a government that's been described as a great big tent Make damn sure that everyone gets in Not just those who cheat to win Abrhamoff's bulging wallet It's corruption man that's what I'm gonna call it But oh that's right - you have no shame Hey Hey Hey he's the decider Everything he decides is right is wrong Hey Hey he ain't getting any wiser Probably won't wise up till the day he's dead and gone And I can't wait that long Thought I'd write him this song Help him figure out right from wrong I can’t wait that long Thought I'd write him this song Help him figure out right from wrong There's so much shit I don't know where to begin What to leave out what to fit in Abu Ghraib... now torture's legal Cheney, Rumsfeld are they dumb or evil Walter Reed, our veterans hurting record profits for Halliburton If killing's our business then business is good Someday somewhere under a sky so blue We'll begin to forget all about you We'll forget that stupid smirk We'll do the hard work that you shirked Then we'll elect a different millionaire Who's convinced us he's a guy who really cares and maybe he does - and maybe not. Hey hey hey we're the deciders Everything we decide is right is wrong

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"Following the tradition of songwriters like Steve Earle and Johnny Cash, Purcell's battle-scarred vocals lead the singalongs on topics like whiskey, gambling, Alabama, marijuana, beer, Jesus, mud, lying to himself, politics, being forty-four years old, gin, sweat, gunpowder, blood and just flat out anti-war rants” Mark at 75 words or less

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released October 10, 2008

PRODUCER: JOHNNY SANGSTER
MARK PICKEREL - DRUMS
JIM SANGSTER - BASS
TY BAILIE - KEY'S
EVAN PURCELL - GUITAR/VOX
RYAN PURCELL - GUITAR/VOX
MAGGIE BJORKLUND - PEDAL STEEL

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“A perfect Country Rock record. The title track shimmers.” Mike Seely: The Seattle Weekly

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