1. |
Count the Sunrise
04:16
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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
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2. |
Little White Lies
02:49
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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
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3. |
Landlocked
02:35
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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.
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4. |
Bad Penny
03:06
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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
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5. |
Better Off Ashes
03:22
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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)
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6. |
No Line in the Sand
02:13
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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
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7. |
Weekend Holiday
02:51
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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
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8. |
Porch Song
03:05
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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
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9. |
4508
04:44
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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
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10. |
Year of Palindromes
03:34
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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
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11. |
Moving Shadow
02:44
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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...
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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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