STALLED PARADE
| THRILL JOCKEY | THRILL085 | 2000 | U.S.A. | C.C. |
| Produced By | EDD |
| Mixed/Recorded By | John McEntire |
| Recorded At | Soma Electronic Music Studios, Chicago - February 2000 |
TRACK LISTING
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1 | Stalled Parade |  |
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2 | Ice Storm | |
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3 | On Ramp | |
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4 | Interstate | |
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5 | Valrico74 | |
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6 | In The Style Of... | |
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7 | Ground Point Zero | |
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8 | Bite The Hand | |
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9 | Way Too Early On A Sunday Morning | |
PERSONNEL
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Rick Rizzo | Guitar, Vocals |  |
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Douglas McCombs | Bass, Guitar | |
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Janet Beveridge Bean | Drums, Guitar, Vocals | |
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John McEntire | Keyboards, Percussion |
| Special thanks to Bettina Richards - her integrity, devotion and commitment has been inspiring. | ||
| lyrics: ice storm sometimes iím glad just to get home alive past the twinkling of the ice no eyes upon me we die alone thatís why you cried when i said i donít need anyone to see i donít need anyone to see the lights will you see like me with the eyes of a storm calm at the core or are you the storm every light is a wish all i see is a blur an oncoming dream a nonsensical stirring i woke up with your feet on my back you followed me here i welcomed you in the ice melts in the morning the ice melts in the morning... in the style of... upstream there was a scene yesterday i predicted there would be contradiction the surface slowed the undertow pulled me home conversation soft then it goes (chorus) exchanging breathe breathing life exchanging breathe over a line vacant streets waiting for us both people walk past me alone if you were here what may have been right or wrong it wonít begin (chorus) interstate out on the interstate the tree shadows pass long and low like camera flash iíve seen it before and iíll see more and more the moments donít ever amass where have we gone where have we been get back get back anywhere but here i thought of you as i turned on the dial scanned for a station as i searched for denial but to seek was in vain because nothing was playing and the numbers rolled by all the while get back get back where have you been get back get back anywhere but here we meet on the interstate same curves and same bends weíve been here before and weíll be back again here on the interstate here on the interstate been on this drawbridge itís a recurring dream it only rises i donít know what that means iím inclined just to say that thereís no easy way it never works out how it seems get back get back where have you gone get back get back it wonít take long the stalled parade now the riverís turned brown as the rain belts down pulls mud from the bottom and mutes every sound as it rages past the rushes canít be kept down pulling mud from the bottom as it mutes every sound (chorus) save yourself save yourself if you save yourself if you save yourself you might save me the chocolate river lays still, under a haze itís a stalled parade floats past unseen seen not to save save yourself if you save yourself if you save yourself you might save me... way too early on a sunday morning birds are waking up one by one black is turning grey so much lingers on my mind but weíre running out of things to say we drove west as fast as we could trying to outrace the day the sun is rising over my shoulder and i know iím going to have to pay (chorus) itís way too early on a sunday morning way too early to join the fight way too early on a sunday morning but itís not too late for a saturday night by this time of the day there is no going back where i could always collect myself youíd be off the track no rest for the bleary-eyed unclearly looking past the el train is empty except for one with his back pocket slashed (chorus) as an outsider to the madness i canít know how it feels to be so lost i used to walk away from trouble turn my back on confrontation turn my back at any cost now iím asked to do battle as a brother arm in arm you ask why do they do this to you but there is no revolution there are only revelations and a point thatís only waiting to be proved (chorus) |
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