KICK THE DIRT

by RYAN PURCELL

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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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Track Name: Enough
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
Track Name: DON'T STOP
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
Track Name: Palmer's Pickup Blues
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
Track Name: 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 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

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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
Track Name: Hit Parade
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
Track Name: You Better Start Coming Around
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
Track Name: Sunshine
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
Track Name: GUANTANAMO
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
Track Name: The Decider
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