Nothing Rich

by Soft Jolts

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about

Recorded and Mixed by Chris Kralik at the Armitage Shanks in Chicago, Illinois, on April 1, 2012.

Mastered by Carl Saff at Saff Mastering.

credits

released 21 April 2012

Dan Duffy: Guitar/Vocals
Jim Duffy: Drums

tags

tags: rock Chicago

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Track Name: Gone Fishing
from the mountains to the sea
in empires built on sand
there are marvelous bodies
with bottles in their hands

they're lighting up their eyes
and slowing down their roll
they're silencing the tides
and losing all control

it began with a laugh
and with a laugh it will end
and the poison will remain
in our veins even when

we give our
whole lives
every day

the laughter of the kids
the attention of the mules
the sobriety of virgins
the arrogance of fools

we give our
whole lives
every day

decadence
madness
science
violence

so let us bury in the dark
the glory and the doom
and what began in disgust
will end in a riot of perfume
Track Name: Big Black Jewel
the night was like
a big black jewel
and I was a
thieving fool

and the street looked like the sky
on the night you said goodbye

the tide washed
over the sand
and the cranes
went lookin' for land

and the clouds laid down and cried
on the night you said goodbye

there was a boat
all full of the stars
like the headlights
of passing cars

and the moon looked me right in the eye
on the night you said goodbye

your memory like a fanned flame grows
in the soft dark, the smell of clothes
like the powder from a matchlock gun
it's gone with the rising sun

a passing plane
caught a moonbeam
as its passengers
awoke from their dreams

and something inside of me died
on the night you said goodbye

and something inside of me died
on the night you said goodbye
Track Name: Everything is Stolen
I had to let that one go
she held on too tight
I had to let that one go
and now I'm with you tonight

it's been a long, long time
that the stone's been rollin'
don't you know by now
that everything is stolen

there's more than one kind of smart
there's the part that you borrow
that's why there's nothing today
that there won't be tomorrow

so draw me a picture
I'll write you a song
take it out on the street
bring your sculptures along
we’ll paint up our faces
and fracture our bones
bring out the wolves
and leave the bunnies at home

it's been a long, long time
that the stone's been rollin'
don't you know by now
that everything is stolen
Track Name: After the Flood
as soon as the idea
of drowning had passed
we sought higher ground
and said prayers to the grass
and all the precious stones
they began to hide
as the flowerbells swayed
in the approaching night

after the flood
black palls and organs
lightning and thunder
rise and roll

in the dirty main street
they set up the stalls
boats hauled to the sea
past the water-stained walls
a slaughterhouse circus
as pale as your soul
as beavers built damns
and blood and milk flowed

after the flood
black palls and organs
lightning and thunder
rise and roll

soldiers drank coffee
with brandy in bars
children in mourning
looking up for the stars
in the village square
a boy waved his arms
like a wild weather vane
on a wind-whipped barn

after the flood
black palls and organs
lightning and thunder
rise and roll

a bartender played piano
old women went to church
as the moon heard jackals
howling down in the dirt
and out in the orchard
the violent budding trees
signaled it was spring
and brought me to my knees

after the flood
black palls and organs
lightning and thunder
rise and roll

the beauty was unbearable
the queen in her fancy robes
the witch lights a fire in her pot
but won't tell what she knows
Track Name: In Your Belly
he says "you must be joking"
you say you are sincere
he shrinks back into his lawn chair and cracks open a beer
a kiddie pool and a Weber grill, wet laundry on the fence
he stares up into the sky in total silence

"it's your son or your daughter, you know"
as around him a darkness grows
and you sit there and wiggle your toes
and watch your small patch of grass grow

'cause with or without him you'll survive
the thought makes you feel so alive
like the first time you shot daddy's gun
you feel like some kind of chosen one

and there's a thousand rays of sunlight in your belly

you see the road
straight and wide
some gasoline
and an evening drive
with nothing to lose
and a life to gain
hitch up that pony
you're not afraid
you're not afraid
you're not afraid

he sleeps out on the lawn
you pack up all your things
you talk into the mirror as you take off your ring
a flannel shirt and dozen tees, a raincoat and some jeans
you pull your boots out from under the bed and you wipe 'em clean
Track Name: Side Show
they are very sturdy rogues
adept at exploiting the world
with no needs, and in no hurry
plenty of money and cornfed girls

they are god fearing men
eyes vacant like the night
decorated with stripes and stars
faces distorted and teeth so white

what a side show

some of them are young
and flush with terrifying dreams
they're sent snaring out on the town
tricked out with nauseating luxury

what a side show

they pose in improvised costumes
in stores and under manicured trees
they shake hands and hold ripe little babies
on the covers of our glossy magazines
eyes flame, blood sings, bones swell
and there are always some tears
the clowning and terror lasts a minute
or entire years

what a side show

they are very sturdy rogues
adept at exploiting the world
with no needs, and in no hurry
plenty of money and cornfed girls

what a side show
what a side show
Track Name: Temples
out there on the summer lawn
there's the neighbor's son
his name is Paul and he's
waiting for his dinner

on the kitchen floor
back behind the door
the bird dog Bob ain't
getting any thinner

carolyn wipes off some dishes
says something about her wishes
then her hands hold biscuits
wrapped in cellophane

and outside Jack joins Paul
the roadside grass is tall
and out o'er the fields
the sky, it looks like rain

each body is a temple
but y'know it's not that simple
'cause the door is known to open
once the sun goes down

a sad bulb shines out in the night
on the porch, they watch the fight
their bellies full of bacon
their minds alive

the sweet science of fist to face
as ghosts surround the place
and the featherweight
gets knocked out in round five

eat some supper, boy
better eat up your beans, boy

people from all over town
come on over to the sound
of a party in the country
a bottle and some dancing girls

and death is everyone's last name
but don't let your face hang
don't let your arms fall
you're alive in the modern world
Track Name: The Good Fight
no one speaking
floorboards creaking

fan blades twirling
wood grain swirling

put on your jacket and step outside
hop on your bike and go for a ride

sunset, light rain
red clouds, freeway

the city behind you
the horizon a soft moon

everything open and everything free
wheels over land like driftwood on the sea

country, cornfields
kitchens, hot meals

farmers' headlights
fighting the good fight

a life in a moment, a flash in the pan
she stands in a driveway, a leash in her hand

get lost, white lines
side roads 'til sunrise

dead weight lifting
sorrow drifting

head for the night as it runs for the hills
time is no object, it changes at will
Track Name: Empty Pages
a light turns on in the back of my mind
while i'm giving all i've got to give
early in the morning before the demons have a will to live
while the city sleeps and the dogs dream of a life out in the country
where the rooster crows and a cool wind blows and the apples fall from the trees

the light is a hall of books
and the hall is the city
and the books are all the people
and the people are all you and me
and we're on these shelves together
and we're bound in battered leather
and we're checked out one at a time
and we're brought back never

in the quiet room of a dusty house
on an evening in the ghetto
we're finding ourselves in the dark
and we're fighting to take it slow
we're pressed up cover to cover
and we've got no sense of time
so let me fill my pages with words from yours
and yours with words from mine
Track Name: Ready to Go
I've got you on the phone, sitting all alone at home
I've got you on the phone, sitting all alone at home
I can hear the neighbor screaming and there's music on the stereo
and I can tell by the way you say nothing
that you're ready to go

there's nothing going on in the streets of that little town
there's nothing going on in the streets of that little town
there are a few nice people, and a few that like to get around
but most of them have already
dug themselves a hole in the ground

and you're the mayor
and your the watch dog
and your the big brother
but it's not too late
to be a dreamer

the streets are only scary when you see 'em on the evening news
the streets are only scary when you see 'em on the evening news
it's a bill to New York City, we can meet on Bedford Avenue
I've got a friend who just moved out there and he tells me that there's plenty to do

but you're the mayor
and your the watch dog
and your the big brother
but it's not too late
to be a dreamer

the streets are only scary when you see 'em on the evening news
the streets are only scary when you see 'em on the evening news
it's a bill to California, we can meet on Melrose Avenue
I’ve got a friend who just moved out there and she tells me that there's plenty to do

or you can go to Paris
or Mexico City
or Tokyo
or Madrid
or Sri Lanka
or Amsterdam
or Buenos Aires
or Santo Domingo
or to the North Pole