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Oh, how many more Autumns will I know Burning leaves next door Just before the snow Seasons start to blur Forget how to feel Something strange occurs Time isn’t real You’ve been trying me on for size As I try to be honest about my lies It’s become like counting the sunrise I sit here counting the sunrise Within these four walls Camped out for a cure It’s an overhaul Feel so obscure Thought I could escape Maybe break the spell Played the mystery tape Went from hell to well That look in your eyes seems to recognize It no longer comes as a surprise There’s comfort in counting the sunrise Let’s sit here counting the sunrise
Little white pills, Little white lies And you wonder why you meet suspicious eyes Little white lies, little white pills I hope you finally found how to be still An avalanche of disappointment Better than another night in jail A lonely stretch of unemployment Gone so cold along the trail (chorus) Now I see you through stained glass windows Walking down the street that bears your name I know you’ll just go where the wind blows You talk discreet and won’t be tamed Little white pills, little white lies You know you don’t have to die to lose your life Little white lies, little white pills I’ll keep a candle on my windowsill
Landlocked 02:35
What happens inside our heads When we’re no longer newlyweds? Can it compare to the affair before? Making up for made-up fights, Late nights, and lost appetites We’re landlocked but there’s an open door Ain’t it strange, ain’t it a mess We were just strangers more or less And then one day the stone fell from your ring Said I was fine, a return to form Hope I’m not just in the eye of the storm I’m landlocked but wouldn’t change a thing A morning like I’ve never known Taught me that I am not alone Got out on the first day of fall And dragged you under And I wondered Was it worth it all? Now our history has a place Between the cracks in your voice and the lines on my face I used to need a nudge, now it’s a shove One day soon we’ll run away Where the crow’s feet meet the grey I’m landlocked but at least I’m still in love.
Bad Penny 03:06
You flash a trashcan smile and disappear Preach to the choir and it falls on deaf ears A leprechaun whose crock of gold is gone Shane MacGowan without all the songs See you every time I come across town Like a bad penny rolling around I’m glad that you decided not to die What will it take to elevate your eyes? New lease on life but now the rent is due And Minnesota Nice is rather rude See you every time I come across town Like a bad penny rolling around Borrowing the sorrows that you drown Like a bad penny rolling around See you every time I come across town Like a bad penny rolling around What did you do with the class clown? Like a bad penny rolling around
Not a far cry from a barfly When you first came around Didn’t scare you off when I bought us a round Sunday mornings might forgive Saturday nights before It’s no excuse for waking on the kitchen floor (chorus) On the day I die, baby, burn my body down ‘Cause I’d be better off ashes than dirt in the ground I’ve been both parts of broken hearts Might have wrecked a couple cars I don’t trust someone without a couple scars Sweat down the small of your back, Pursed lips, and furrowed brow It’s too late to find a new normal now (chorus) Never meant to tell a lie Never meant to throw that punch At the bar I saw that guy and had a hunch In the rearview, reds and blues Meant I was going away For a year or two this time, they say (chorus)
Welcome to the second act We made a deal, we had a pact I can hear you counting down from ten Sorry I’m your chosen one The anxious and unfrozen one A letter somebody forgot to send A fraud was all you ever saw Applauding was the fatal flaw Gonna take a knife to my red pen It’s in the air, it’s in my cup It bums me out but sums me up Never gonna sink that low again No place for proclamations No helping hand No time for a vacation No line in the sand Further away from the end Better than I’ve ever been I know that there was no other way Spring and Summer slid away I hope Autumn is here to stay I reset myself at Galway Bay
Born on a Good Friday, my story ain’t half bad Could say I needed saving but that sounds really sad My hair’s a bird’s nest, my pocket’s falling off I’m a hobo professor, a slinger of songs My list of shortcomings is embarrassingly long Throwing pebbles at the window of your loft Let’s go on a weekend holiday Your hair color’s changed, your handwriting’s the same You’re mixing drinks and signals, and whatever became Of the gal who left her cardigan in my car Apocalypse slips from your lips As you straighten up and I come to grips With the fact I haven’t come that far Let’s go on a weekend holiday I say bootleg and you say boutique One could say we complement each other uniquely Living check to check, at least we’re cheek to cheek There’s no ring on your finger, no cuffs around my wrists Cigar box stuffed with memories you forgot existed An avalanche romance on a hot streak Let’s go on a weekend holiday
Porch Song 03:05
She walked with him through a purple patch Hellbent on content but with a catch Wondering why he would wander Even though she knows Absence makes the heart grow fonder Would she have let him go? Emerging in a gown without a sound He held her hand at the lost and found They weathered the storms together, Walked on broken glass A cracked lens of a memory Hoped for a better past Grieving for a soul without a name Leaves space for a whole new kind of pain When the loss becomes our albatross Growing thicker skin at such a cost Two thirds of a triangle Still carrying a torch To tend to homefires burning Light out on the porch
4508 04:44
When you went down I couldn’t be bright by your side My promise now Is to be along for your ride You’re so sedate And it hurts so much to move I showed up late And all that I’ve got is my love to prove to you When they closed the door And I was told I’d have to wait The whispering walls know more, Telling me how I’m supposed to pray Your body betrayed You when you seemed so strong We’ll get out one day Back to the family we dreamt of for so long I have visions of You on our wedding day There’s a decision love And what it is I can’t say This is not goodbye This is just an interlude I’ll be on standby Waiting in solitude for you I just never want to see the inside of 4508 again
Gaze upon the days long gone A self-made hero haunting your hometown Place your bets on your regrets A labor of love always lets you down Give my regards to the bonfire girls back home Welcome to the year of palindromes Was it love or lack there of That took away the wonder from your eyes? A bullet dodged was a mirage Honey, hear me when I sympathize That’s how it is when you feel all alone It’s hard in the year of palindromes I suppose we’ll decompose I don’t take stock in ticking clocks for now With hindsight, set our minds right Been so out of touch and wondering how To make amends with friends we thought we had outgrown Reliving the year of palindromes
Got the vampire sweats Waging war within Empty idle threats Stealing from my evil twin Had to stash my mind You can mine it when I’m gone I’ll respond in kind If you won’t leave the lights on I’m a moving shadow Pad around the house Drop the needle, crack the spine See her summer blouse Hanging on the line Please give me the grey Drown me in the bluest sounds Playing the long game Guessing you won’t see me around I’m a moving shadow It’s not a losing battle...


Lo-fi cardigan rock from songwriter Martin Devaney. What started as demos for a new band in December of 2020 became a little homemade basement record during that winter quarantine. Started as a live band in summer of 2021 and working on the follow up now.


released October 8, 2021

Thank you: Sean McPherson, Kevin Hunt, Tom Reinert,
Adam Kollasch, Ryan Otte, Matt Palin, Patrick Werle, Ellen Stanley,
Dave Campbell, Mark Stockert, Bill Caperton, Molly Maher,
Andy Holmaas, Noah Paster, Trivia Mafia, Rich Mattson,
Germaine Gemberling, Lucy Michell, Tony Nelson, Anders
Lindall, Dan Itzkowitz, Alex Lapides, Josh Peterson, Adam
Lamoureux, Tony Zaccardi, Eric Kassel, Tom Herbers, Mark
and Sue Blahnik , and Mary and Gerry Devaney. And my bud
Cooley for the constant companionship.

All my heart to Maggie

Recorded October 2020-February 2021 at Laboratory and
Lounge-St. Paul, MN

Mixed with and mastered by Tom Herbers in St. Paul, MN

Artwork by Eric Kassel

All songs by Martin Devaney © 2021
Martin Devaney Songs ASCAP

Martin Devaney-vocals, guitars, keyboards, toy piano, saxophone, harmonica, percussion, bucket drums

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Folios Saint Paul, Minnesota

Lo-fi cardigan rock/shambolic pop from songwriter Martin Devaney and friends.

“Dispatch echoes Elliott Smith and Robyn Hitchcock with a unique Minnesotan warmth and sense of resiliency.” -Minneapolis Star Tribune

“Charmingly rickety lo-fi guitar pop songs that combine an ear for hooks with a no-frills approach” -Bandcamp New and Notable
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