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Old Mill Sessions

by The Blushin' Roulettes

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1.
Sadness Thief You gonna be my sadness thief You gonna be my happy strong-arm Already are my clover leaf Already are my good-luck charm Baby man, baby woman Here it is, feel it coming Into the quiet night Walk with me baby Living an out-loud life Don’t mean maybe Tell you what, I been thinking Rule makers must be drinking If they think one of us is gonna give in We’ve got to shine this life we’re living Baby man, baby woman Take my hand, let’s go swimming Into the quiet night Walk with me baby Living an out-loud life Don’t mean maybe Baby man, baby woman Here it is, feel it coming Into the quiet night Walk with me baby Living an out-loud life Don’t mean maybe You gonna be my sadness thief You gonna be my happy strong-arm Already are my clover leaf Already are my good-luck charm Baby man, baby woman Here it is, feel it coming Into the quiet night Walk with me baby Living an out-loud life Don’t mean maybe
2.
You got a mean way about you but your heart is good You like to mess up, mess up the neighborhood You say come on, baby and we’ll take a ride But I’ll wait to see you on the other side When you come to me, dim your beams And wrap yourself around me in the gauze of dreams I’d go with you on your midnight ride But I can only be your mistress ‘cause the moon’s your bride You were born unlucky but you wear it well And when you shine your smile no one can ever tell You stay in all day although you wake at dawn You might like dancing in the shadows but you’re no one’s pawn When you come to me, dim your beams And wrap yourself around me in the gauze of dreams I’d go with you on your midnight ride But I couldn’t be your mistress if I was your bride You were born unlucky but you wear it well And when you shine your smile, no one can ever tell You stay in all day although you wake at dawn You might like dancing in the shadows but you’re no one’s pawn When you come to me, dim your beams And wrap yourself around me in the gauze of dreams I’ll go with you on your midnight ride I couldn’t be your mistress if I was your bride You say come on baby, and we’ll take a ride But I’ll wait to see you on the other side
3.
Wind and the Sand Roseanne, daughter of a man Watched him die at her mama’s hand Washed herself clean with the water and sand Mounted up when she could barely stand Across the dust and sage she flew Trying to find a place where she could start anew, alright Little old church made of straw and mud Lit up a candle for love and blood Lit up a candle for love and blood Little old church made of straw and mud Lit up the church, burned it down See it all the way clear to Whiskeytown, alright Wind and the sand, wind and the sand Changed my story like it changed the land, alright Wind and the sand, wind and the sand Changed my story like it changed the land, alright Whiskeytown ranger, dark and thin Saw that smoke, stank of sin Saddled up, got his men Rode through the night to rope her in She woke up roped up in her mind Saw their dust just in time, alright Wind and the sand, wind and the sand Changed my story like it changed the land, alright Wind and the sand, wind and the sand Changed my story like it changed the land, alright Roseanne, daughter of a man Her mama hung from the gallows stand The church that burned, she took the blame Though her crime was not the same Although her crime was not the same The church that burned, she took the blame, alright Wind and the sand, wind and the sand Changed my story like it changed the land, alright Wind and the sand, wind and the sand Changed my story like it changed the land, alright
4.
Jillian 03:11
Jillian Jillian, Jillian, you are fillin’ my cup With the ragged idea that things are lookin’ up Lookin’ up, lookin’ up past the cracked painted ceiling I’d do it again and this time with feelin’ Jillian, Jillian, you are fillin’ my cup And I never before liked the taste of the stuff But I’d drink one more round, I’d leave one more wet ring For the wantin’ of wearin’ those old amber wings Jillian, Jillian, you are cuttin’ me off I could hang my eyes over or keep this dry cough But there ain’t no grace in just drownin’ in the trough Jillian, Jillian, you are cuttin’ me off. Jillian, Jillian, you are fillin’ my cup With the ragged idea that things are lookin’ up Lookin’ up, lookin’ up past the cracked painted ceiling I’d do it again and this time with feelin’
5.
Let it Roll 04:17
Let it Roll Baby I am all worn out On all that we could talk about And all that we could talk about Could take the whole damn night And in the morning we’d still be On the way to Tennessee On the way to feelin’ free On the way to feelin’ right So let the start write it down Let’s let the moon roll in Without a single worried word About the state we’re in Let’s let the road wear our wheels Like a diva wears a stole Oh baby, let’s just let it roll We could put it eighty ways And still have plenty of words to say And all those plenty of words we say Might only strap us down So let’s just drive to Tennessee And in the morning we might be Closer yet to feelin’ free When we get to Nashville town So let the radio come up And sing it all night long ‘Til the hula dancer dancin’ on the dashboard Knows our song Let’s let the road wear our tires Like a fire wears a cole Oh baby, let’s just let it roll So let’s just let it set tonight Let our dreams sift dark from light I’ll bet our dreams sift dark from light Come the morn’s sunrise With a little time stamped on our minds And a little flesh back on the rind We’ll see it through the eyes of a lovin’ kind Underneath the clear blue sky So let the radio come up And sing it all night long ‘Til the hula dancer dancin’ on the dashboard Knows our song Let’s let the road kiss our tires Like the way you kiss on me Oh baby, let’s just let it be Oh baby, let’s just let it be
6.
It won’t bother me, my love When your hair goes grey When you’re hangin’ low and ripe I’ll love you more that way And all your doubts like spider webs Softly brushed away It won’t bother me, my love When your hair goes grey It don’t bother me, my boy When your mood goes blue It don’t bother me, my boy When your mood goes blue Pull down the shade, now, babe I know exactly what to do It don’t bother me, my boy When your mood goes blue It won’t bother me, my boy When your hopes go green And you believe in things That you have never seen And your words land light as Luna moths I’ll know what you mean It won’t bother me, my boy When your hopes go green It won’t bother me, my love When your hair goes grey When you’re hangin’ low and ripe I’ll love you more that way And all your doubts like spider webs Softly brushed away It won’t bother me, my love When your hair goes grey
7.
Calypso Lane 03:15
I’ve left you but I know I’m some to blame I can neither tame my mind nor my mane God knows I’ve tried, but now to loose the stain I take to walkin’ down Calypso Lane Crocuses have croaked, it’s long past spring Leaves have left the trees for the wind I might have stayed on with you but I couldn’t pull the sting Love can leave when he comes crashin’ in I’ve tried a thousand times to slant my mind Do you right instead of doin’ time Some people crash right through your thin sublime Unintending wardens of the mind Oh quiet man, you’re in my heart and in my head I try to knock, knock, knock on your door but I blow your house down instead How does one like me get wrapped in one like you? Tell me, what’s a woman to do? Oh quiet man, you’re in my heart and in my head I try to knock, knock, knock on your door but I blow your house down instead How does one like me get wrapped in one like you? Tell me, what’s a woman to do? I’ve left you but I know I’m some to blame I can neither tame my mind nor my mane God knows I’ve tried, but now to loose the stain I take to walkin’ down Calypso Lane
8.
On the plain, bones of home Shingles flap like leaves Grey cat purrs at the sound of wind Spur for memory Becky Ann, quiet, tan Barefoot for the touch Hums a line as the moon Swells the autumn husk Mama adds her old refrain “Don’t grow up so fast” Time sneaks like a garter Through the tall, tall grass Waking up to rain again Tapping on the roof One more year of living love Mmm, they’re living proof Wichita, ’42, Courted quick, said they do Coming years, coming kids Far from when they said they did She sings to them that old refrain “Don’t grow up so fast” Time sneaks like a garter Through the tall, tall grass Though every amber wave Won’t yield to grain Loving is it’s own reward Someday seed again Memories, edges frayed Crisp in white and black Humming wind, old grey cat And the phonograph Sings out loud that old refrain “Life goes by so fast” Time sneaks like a garter Thorough the tall, tall grass
9.
Shelter Cove 04:44
I met a man at Shelter Cove He whispered of his treasure trove He lost one warm late august morn Forever now his mind is torn Her eyes were clear, her heart was free He took her to the windy sea He took her there one August day She tumbled to the foaming grey He twisted up his gnarled hands He wanted me to understand He never meant to let her go Her charcoal eyes, her earthy glow Her rosy cheeks, her sun-flecked breast She was the girl he loved the best She drew the eyes of other men He tried but could not comprehend How one like her could love but him With ragged ways and crooked chin He never meant to let her go He said I had her eyes of coal He said I brought her memory My yellow hair, my ways so free My heart beat as if in a cage His crooked chin, his blue eyes crazed His blue eyes crazed to match the sea Seeing her, looking at me And just then as he looked away I pushed him to the foaming grey I swear to you and live to tell I watched the place he would have fell I watched the thick and salty air Nobody fell, he was not there An apparition or a dream I watched the crashing waves of cream I sat there at the Shelter Cove I sat there where the spirit dove I sat alone, the only one I sat with what I would have done
10.
11.
I was puttin’ my thoughts on the line to dry, now, baby Hopin' they’d air out soon in the nighttime breeze Callin’ on the dog in the back of my mind, now, baby Callin’ on him and he came to me Purple clouds in the night Soon enough ain’t it right? Ain’t it right? Round the bend where he sometimes meets me Even after the days when I only miss the mark Breathin’ in the path he leads me Pickin’ it up even in the dark Purple clouds in the night Soon enough ain’t it right? Ain’t it right? Purple clouds in the night Soon enough ain’t it right? Ain’t it right? Purple clouds in the night Soon enough ain’t it right? Ain’t it right?
12.
Coffee black night, half in a dream Milky way is only a splashing of cream I’m stirring awake, middle of night Sugar crystal specks of light Warmth of your shoulder, smell of your skin Edge of time grows on your chin Your whiskers tickle my backwoods dreams Always and never what they seem I’m stirring awake, middle of night Everything already is alright I’ve done everything that I need to do Only thing on my list was loving on you Same list for me, same list for you Same when we’re old, same when we’re new We’ll be then like we are tonight Sugar crystal specks of light Coffee black night, half in a dream Milky Way is only a splashing of cream I’m stirring awake, middle of night Sugar crystal specks of light Some big old mama gonna take a sip Leave a trace there on her lip Then these words like a song Been hanging there all night long She’ll wrap us in them, hair all wild Say “I love the morning, don’t you child?”

credits

released February 14, 2014

Angie Heimann: guitar, vocals, piano
Cas Sochacki: dobro, lap steel guitar, vocals
Buddy Stubbs: lead guitar, bass
Jubal Stedman: drums, percussion
Luke Stone: piano
Calvin Turnbull: bass on track 4
Kate Stone: cello on track 6
Gwyneth Moreland: harmony vocals on tracks 7 and 8
Bob Heimann: vocals, guitar on track 11


All songs written by Angie Heimann, except tracks 1 and 5 (written by Angie Heimann and Cas Sochacki,) track 3 (written by Angie Heimann, Cas Sochacki and Luke Stone) and track 11 (written by Angie Heimann and Bob Heimann.

All songs recorded and mixed by Cas Sochacki at Farmstead Studio in Mendocino, CA except tracks 1, 4, 5 and 6 recorded and mixed by Calvin Turnbull at Old School Studio in Caspar, CA.

All songs produced by Cas Sochacki and Angie Heimann except tracks 1, 4, 5 and 6 produced by Calvin Turnbull, Buddy Stubbs and The Blushin' Roulettes.

All tracks mastered by Calvin Turnbull at Old School Studuo Caspar, CA

Band photography by Pablo Abuliak. Album design and artwork by Rachel and Chris Holland.

Copyright 2014 Cinnamon Bones Music.

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