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Thank You And Good Night (2013)

by The Young Republic

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1.
Desirée 04:07
You got that stare babe Dead aimed at me And you got that hair babe Red as can be I think I'm catching something Like a fool in the rain You got a way, babe To turn a boy inside out Men have written their plays, babe For less than your pout You're gonna get me into trouble Like an apple in a tree Defy gravity Float around my head Like a buzzin bee Slip into my ears Like a Mozart symphony I'll listen as long as you play Desirée So, what's your type of man babe? I heard you got six or seven Said you're in love with The Band babe Prefer Danko to Levon You told me his verse on "The Weight" It'll kill you every time So, you got me pegged babe Right down in a hole Caught by the leg, babe Snared by the soul You're gonna get me into trouble Like an apple in a tree Defy gravity Float around my head Like a buzzin bee Float across my eyes Like those Monet water lilies Now, I do not dare look away Desirée You're out of my league, babe That's just a matter of fact I field a pretty good team, babe But you got no salary cap I'm gonna drop your jaw like the '69 Jets You got it made, babe More brilliant than light You could waltz through a maze, babe Without blinkin an eye You're gonna get me into trouble Like an apple in a tree Defy gravity Float around my head Like a buzzin bee Cover up my skin Like some French linen sheets Oh, to lie in the bed wear you lay Desirée
2.
Baby lives in the middle of Texas Don't do nothin that could ever offend us Baby drives a nice, black Lexus new Around a town cut up and down by highways Wouldn't ever turn a good head sideways Baby's got them plain old, Plano blues Come on boys, let's me Apache Mozarts Screamin heads climbing through the Ozarks Red eyes, making mad love to the moon The sun illuminates the shrines of convenience The Gods of taste have gone to sleep or grown lenient I'm awake with these plain old, Plano blues I might be a singer Well, then give us a song I only got one tune to suit this mood Babe, I'm singing "Plain Old, Plano Blues" Camping out in a shopping mall parking lot Warmer weather than I ever would have thought Couldn't sleep, climbed a tree, cut my eyes on the view Nothin worth a nickel more than a milk shake Tracks of land could benefit from an earthquake I see why Baby's got them plain old, Plano blues I ain't a local, but I got a hunch That livin here's like eatin cold styrofoam lunch With a nice sprawlin side of no-ambition-stew Starin at suburban desert mansions Passin by the trash dump horse pen Give a fella these plain old, Plano blues I might be a singer Well, then give us a song I only got one tune to suit this mood Babe, I'm singing "Plain Old, Plano Blues" Five to a room in a no-star hotel I'm bleeding out at the slow bar ink well The road to hell is tolled by ladies wearing high heeled shoes See Baby dancin in a thrift store green gown Two different colored eyes, the left one is speckled brown The right one is just plain old, Plano blue Where there was once luck, passion and history There is plastic soul and the mystery Of why good folks let a nice place fall to ruin This ain't one isolated sell-out ghost town It's here and there and everywhere you look around Every city's got them plain old, Plano Blues
3.
Dual Voices 04:04
Well, I'm writing to tell you I'm leavin I'm headed out west for a while I'm sorry, I can't take you with me But I'm tired of being a child You've always been real good to me You kept me out of the rain But I can't sit here and take all this pleasure Without feeling some pain I'm headed just north of Colorado I'm told, it's my kind of place I'm takin some books and guitar I gotta go out and find her a case And you know when I get there I'll find a table for two And I'll just sit there and listen to old country songs And I'll order a whiskey for you You know livin' ain't easy And dyin' ain't all that hard I got lucky when they dealt out my hand Now, I'm gonna play every last card
4.
Spend all your time wishin that you were thinner A glass of wine with a microwave dinner Laugh with food in your mouth 'cause it's just the cat and you One prescription to make you feel glad Two subscriptions to cheap gossip rags No one likes a bitch who's not below a size two Sad, sad, sad, sad you At 28, you still act like a boy Rate each week by conquests and toys Bought a truck that makes a lot of noise just like you do Rent a condo in the Gulch like a winner A can of beer with your cheeseburger dinner Yellow wrappers on the floor that you'll eventually get around to Sad, sad, sad, sad you Sad, sad, sad, sad you Sad you Sad you Savin up for strollers and swings Go to bars looking for diamond rings Your clock is tickin, tickin, tickin runnin out on you Meet a man who has nothin to say No politics and a good job that pays You've never had so much in common with a dude, oh, it's true Sad, sad, sad, sad you Life still runs on fraternity rules You're not as handsome as you were back in school But now, there's money honey, so, the bunnies still play with you Lose ambition, compensate with a wife Who may, or may not love you all of your life Get bored, have kids, repopulate the zoo Sad, sad, sad, sad you Sad, sad, sad, sad you Sad you Sad you
5.
If you can forgive the past And trust a sorry thief You've got talent kid Even more than me No doubt that you will finish first It's your type of game Set your aim beyond the spot where I went up in flames Hang on tight Adrien Fight the winds, don't change your plans Steady your hand, bury the dead Move distraction from your head Hang on tight Adrien Be a humble and wide eyed son Lowest to the ground Be patient brother, do no rust Don't let a woman drag you down Take all of your former loves Hang em on the wall Come back after the long summer off Keep who doesn't fall Hang on tight Adrien Fight the winds, don't change your plans Steady your hand, bury the dead Move distraction from your head Hang on tight Adrien Take all of your former loves Hang em on the wall Come back after the long summer off Keep who doesn't fall Hang on tight Adrien Fight the winds, don't change your plans Steady your hand, bury the dead Move distraction from your head Hang on tight Adrien
6.
Love Sick 03:55
I'm feelin love sick in the best possible way I hear my heart tick, ain't no broken clock today Prolonging each hour Making each second sour I'm feelin love sick over the sweetest little girl I feel a strong grip pulling me back into the world You gotta be crushed to fit inside love Baby, help me figure this out You're a bowl of holy water And I'm a man in a drought! Oh, I said, Baby, now that my ailments you know Won't you give me the cure Or just let me go I'm feelin love sick, Lord, she's always on my mind Oh, it's a hard stick, ain't had it this bad in 5 years time I'm feelin shaky and hot My stomach's knots have got knots, yes ma'am I'm feelin love sick, uneasy, anxious and unsure I hear the gears click, pushing my every thought to her She's got me in a thick mess No answers, but a quick guess, yes ma'am Baby, help me figure this out You're a bowl of holy water And I'm a man in a drought! Oh, I said, Baby, now that my ailments you know Won't you give me the cure Or just let me go I'm feelin love sick in the best possible way Oh, it's a mean trick, but I'm so glad that it's been played You got to be crushed yo fit inside love Baby, help me figure this out You're a bowl of holy water And I'm a man in a drought! Oh, I said, Baby, now that my ailments you know Won't you give me the cure Or just let me go
7.
The Salesman 03:37
Stop, line and goodbye Shakes in your fingers, seein blue flames in the fire And it was business took you west From dancin with a sweetheart to a break that will never set It's a slow train when you're low Tears in Indiana cut your face til Idaho Now, your aim is changing tense Girls were born sprinters, they aren't made for long distance For your trials and receipts Rolling miles under feet Stop, line, close and send Old friends of the party had you fallin off the fence Into a blonde light on the lawn A ghost named Virginia under white stars, cold and drawn And then gold sounds touched your hear But the last time you listened only good things disappeared Half smiles are worthless bets Blowin by your chances, you stood faithful to the dead For your trials and receipts Rolling miles under feet Your last time for pine after pine Sign after sign Line after line Dime after dime Stop, styled and detailed Rollin by the pictures watch the world from a rail And you spoke to an empty seat "You are free if you're lucky. I am parts in this machine!" And then your mad road eyes went wild Breakin with a briefcase for the exit, the end of the aisle And on the outside of that train You let those papers go and then your body did the same
8.
Rogue Blues 05:03
Rollin in chains, the choke of the rope Tell your woman, I already sold your bones Take one look, and I take my time You're a good lookin boy, but no, you say, never mind Well, I moved over one for a woman in black Got nailed and now I'm never comin back I'll give you one more chance to make this whole case drop I ain't gonna swing, so, you really oughta make it stop Going down tracks against a rail in the rain Now, why should I move man? You let the other people change Get the blood off your shoes, wipe off the sweat I gave you a shot, that's all your ever gonna get I will bury your brother if you're looking to fight You said, "just leave the girls alone," But you shoulda seen your sister last night May I remind you, you're the one who came into this place When you go to meet your maker You'll be lucky if he can recognize your face You try to read my bluff, like some blank sheet of snow I went to kiss you goodbye when I saw that you fell But your partner was there, now, we're both kissin in hell I thought of how this all got started, it came to my head Don't ever for a second, trust a woman that'll take you to bed
9.
I met you some years ago, thirteen or so When your blue eyes still had something in their holes Now, there's nothing, just a husband you barely know You were solid, you were on it You still had red dirt on your soul But then college fell right on you And we broke You turned with northern eyes I mean, you cut your hair so short Of your accent and your absence I took note Don't you say never, you can come back again You can come back again Balance of heart, a balance of hand So, you forgot the place, I will learn you again You got caught up in his books You got caught up in his coke And he spun ya, til you were spinnin on your own You live in pirouettes and you danced right off the shore Don't tell me from time to time you don't look back at our door Cause you used to sing with me but now you go six other ways You were priceless in a white dress on your birthday Now, you're only worth the money that you make Don't you say never, you can come back again You can come back again Balance of heart, a balance of hand Distance tore us apart, I will swing til the end Cause I know (yes, I know) A southern boy will love you, thick or thin A balance of heart, a balance of hand Intellect is a dancing girl that no one will take home She'll spin you around the room until your friends all start to go Til you realize that it's just you on that road You can always, honey, always bring it back home Don't you say never, you can come back again You can come back again Balance of heart, a balance of hand I know that we fell, darlin, it's how you land Cause I know (yes, I know) A southern boy will love you til the end With balance of heart, a balance of hand
10.
Shine On 04:17
Just down the coast from here My boyhood lover Soon as the coast is clear I'm starting over Savannah, hang on Kissed my brother in a coal mine From there I've walked The red dirt and Georgia pines By fires of outlaws Burning wind send my sails Back on course I walked some miles in your shoes I found your smile, I paid your dues Recall the stained glass of Notre Dame We may not be lovers, but we can get along Left, right, day or night Shine on I may send you a line Might be gone forever One thing I can't tell is time Ain't no man so clever Virginia, I'm gone Hostess by the sea Suit my rebel intention Confederate shore so clean Like an eighth grade affection Burning wind send my sails Back on course I walked some miles in your shoes I found your smile, I wrote your blues Recall the stained glass of Notre Dame We may not be lovers, but we can get along Left, right, day or night Shine on Recall the stained glass of Notre Dame The band may be through, but we still have the songs Left, right, day or night Shine on Wrong, right, dead or alive Shine on

about

These are the last songs The Young Republic recorded together, circa 2009.

Dedicated to our band, a great little band from Boston.

Thank you to everyone who ever supported us, who ever took this music to mean something special to them. Who ever housed us, fed us, came to the shows, booked us, drove us, signed us, inspired us, believed in us. Who ever listened. Thank You and good night.

credits

released October 20, 2013

Kristin Weber: Violin, Harmony Vocals
Bob Merkl: Electric Guitar, Pedal Steel
Chris Miller: Bass
Nate Underkuffler: Piano, Percussion
Julian Saporiti: Vocal, Guitar, Percussion
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Matt Smith, Logan Linning, Joe Giotta: Drums
Rebecca Morris: Additional Harmony Vocals
Dan Lipsitz: Saxophones
Haley Dreis, Daniel Heacock: Violins on "Shine On"
Hamilton Berry: Cello

All songs written by Julian Saporiti for West Meade Music (ASCAP), except "Dual Voices" written by Wes Langlois with additional lyrics by Julian Saporiti. Songs arranged by The Young Republic including Katherine Neis, Jon Lee, and MJ Kim. String arrangement on "Shine On" by Julian Saporiti.

Produced by Julian Saporiti and The Young Republic at Sky Mountain Studios, Nashville, TN. Mixed by Chris Sturniolo and Julian Saporiti with supervision from Nate Underfkuffler. Mastered by Chris Sturniolo.

The cover photograph "The Most Beautiful Suicide" is of Evelyn McHale, taken by Robert Wiles and published by Life magazine, minutes after she leapt from the Empire State Building on May 1, 1947.

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