Building 6

Album Info

Lyrics

  Holiday

  Medicine Show

  Lucky Seven

  Joe McCarthy's   Ghost

  A is for Angus

  Dent in the Fender

  5 AM Bus Drop

  Open Road

  The Works

  Lost Your Town

  Bklyn-Qns Lullaby




Album Info

All songs except "Open Road" and "Dent in the Fender" recorded May 2006 by Mitch Rackin at Tone Float Recording, New York, NY
"Open Road" and "Dent in the Fender" recorded July 2005 by Avan Pal at SD Studios, Brooklyn, NY
Overdubs recorded June 2006 by Jim Bentley at The Fort, Brooklyn, NY Engineered and Mastered by Mitch Rackin
Art and design copyright 2006 Monte Antrim credits
released 2006
Derek Denckla: Guitar, Piano, Backup Vocals
Carl Hum: Bass, Backup Vocals
Karen Meara: Backup Vocals
Paul Parkhill: Guitar, Vocals
Dan Spagna: Drums, Xylophone

All songs Copyright 2006 Paul Parkhill
Long Arm Music
Arrangements by Building Six

Thanks to: Helen Kapstein, Lara Vapnek, Daphne and Angus, Lana Hum, Ethan Davidson, Jay, Cory and Nicky, Leah Archibald, Dave Rick, Monte Antrim, Jason Fickel, Laura Imperiale, the F.o.C. everywhere, Ayan Pal, Mitch Rackin, Jim Bentley, Mike Pradieu, Kevin DeMaria, Cousin Chris/Uncle Bic, Annabelle Gill, Lee (Magnetic Field), Kiva (Trash Bar), Wide Right, Dirty Excuse, The Martinets, Lungs of a Giant, Chad Parks and the Near Death Experience.


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Lyrics

1. Holiday

The Witness at the front screen door
Keeps you company when the others leave you bored
But don't tell him where you come from girl
Unless you want a conversation til the end of the world

This house is full of sleeping ghosts
Come out at night by electric light
This house is full of half formed thoughts
I left behind and then let slide

Dive into a sea of green
Hold tight to your bottle of dramamine

My love she ain't no open book
She's a long slow read, you better take another look
Your friends confirm all your worst fears
Then disappear for another twenty years

So Take heed of the western wind
One more day and we're on the road again
The voices caught inside my head
Origniated here, will whisper at me till I'm dead

Step into another time
Hold tight to your bottle of red wine

© Paul ParkhillPublished by ASCAP
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2. Medicine Show

Here's a story of self-creation
A friend who rolled into town
Selling bottles of inspiration
Hard not to drink it down

Dirt road to nowhere
Birds stare down from the wire
Back up the trailer
Preach to the choir

Take out your rage, darling, take it out on me
Shout down from the stage about your sad fantasy
I take down the snake oil every once in awhile
But make no mistake, brother; it don't make me smile

Sixteen tons of your healing potion and
Only deeper in debt
Keep on waiting for revelation but
Hasn't come to me yet

Out on the highway
Tune in the radio
Those angry voices
Won't let you go

Take out your rage, darling, take it out on me
Shout down from the stage about your sad fantasy
I take down the snake oil every once in awhile
But make no mistake, brother, it don't make me smile.

© Paul ParkhillPublished by ASCAP
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3. Lucky Seven

Up on the redbird snaking west to town
Past where they burned that warehouse down
Look out the window one way, Babylon
Look out the other way it's dawn

I got a little girl two miles back
Born with a tiny broken heart
I don't care how far down this stretch of track
I've got to go to do my part

You never know the price you can afford
You never loved this much before
She is my Alpha, my Omega, lord
You'll have to wait back by the door

Forget your careless ways
Your misspent time
You can't cash in those days
For one thin dime

Now I've got this rail yard and these factories
I got this busted skyline view
Just have to defer all these reveries
I got too much damn work to do

© Paul ParkhillPublished by ASCAP
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4. Joe McCarthy's Ghost

Nineteen years thought this place was sublime
Came here broke but you worked all the time
Thrown in jail, never charged with a crime

Close down your gas station
Suspect occupation
Take a long vacation

Gang of suits late one night at the door
Acting like it's 1954
Come with us, you don't live here no more

Close down your gas station
Wrong denomination
Say goodbye to the nation

Got no right these days unless you're right
They make sure these things don't come to light
Middle class, but you'll never be white

Close down your gas station
Dreams of liberation
Gone for the duration

© Paul ParkhillPublished by ASCAP
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5. A is for Angus

A is for anchor tied onto my ankle
Hold on sweet child of mine
Born into this world not at the best of times

Can't control nothing, take that as a lesson
But you can always whine
Hard as your life seems your worries ain't like mine

But it's not your problem just yet
Drink deep kid

Tell me the story of your life
Take your own deliberate time
Tell me anything you please
Down on the waterfront at night
There's a sad religious light
Brings the whole town to its knees

A is for Angus, my sweet tempered angel
Working it all on out
You know as boys go we're not the first to shout

The time is ripe now, step away from something
Come back it's so sublime
Love comes right at you just in the nick of time

But it's not your chapter just yet
Word up kid

Tell me the story of your life
Take your own deliberate time
Tell me anything you please
Down on the waterfront at night
There's a sad religious light
Brings the whole town to its knees

Not born at the best of times, Neither was I
Not born at the best of times, Only close one eye
Not born at the best of times, Under the gun
Not born at the best of times, Sometimes it's better to run

© Paul ParkhillPublished by ASCAP
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6. Dent in the Fender

Didn't I make amends when all I wanted was a fight
Didn't I take it back when we'd been drinking half the night

Every day it starts all over, 6 AM the arbage truck
6:15 baby wants Grover, Saturday you're out of luck

One more dent in the fender and
One more return to sender and
One more ill advised bender I'm on

How long can we keep this up til something in our hearts is gone
Every little plan we make starts promising and turns out wrong

One more crack in the plaster here
I can't move any faster, dear
This place is a disaster, I know

We'll get old, we'll look back at this like it was some big romance
We'll get older, lose out minds and give ourselves another chance

One more big game of lotto and
Reserve some leafy grotto and
Go gentle into blotto, old man

© Paul ParkhillPublished by ASCAP
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7. 5 AM Bus Drop

Welcome back, you all, to Hell's own plaza
Step this way, the drop-in folks are here
No work, no home, tabula rasa
Take your fare and get your ass in gear

5 men in for small narcotics
2 more for petty larceny
Went in punks, came out psychotics Bad case of Hepatitis C

5 AM Bus Drop
5 AM Bus Drop
5 AM Bus Drop

I know you're here in this same station
I got my donut, I got my wooden seat
Chances are you'll break probation
Chances are you'll die before we meet

5 AM Bus Drop
5 AM Bus Drop
5 AM Bus Drop

© Paul ParkhillPublished by ASCAP
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8. Open Road

Seven Caesars here to tell you kiddies, do your homework
That aqueduct they'll try to sell you, the lead makes you crazy!
So many years of innovation, market domination
Think you're the lord of all creation, never gonna fail

Go spend your money fast
Believe your luck will last
Pretend it's all a game, a little game of your own making
Don't take no prisoners
Don't see no visitors
You only need your friends, your little friends and relations

Nothing but open road before you from here to Nevada
You never let it up and bore you, this land's for the taking
A hundred mining towns abandoned spotted down the highway
Cyanide sunk in the sand and real cheap alcohol

Go spend your money fast
Believe your luck will last
Pretend it's all a game, a little game of your own making
Don't take no prisoners
Don't see no visitors
You only need your friends, your little friends and relations

It's time to leave behind the snipers, your kids can go home now
Just barely made it out of diapers, straight to the helicopters
They never made it to the ground, man, shot down over Mosul
Too late to turn this thing around man cause we hit the wall

Go spend your money fast
Believe your luck will last
Pretend it's all a game, a little game of your own making
Don't take no prisoners
Don't see no visitors
You only need your friends, your little friends and relations

© Paul ParkhillPublished by ASCAP
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9. The Works

Always be careful, that's what the sign says
You step there you're going to lose your toe
Take a green shower, go think about nothing
Men who are making America know

Was servant and master, then organized labor
Then the smelter was gone, crew cut to the bone
For twenty years now, the gates have been padlocked
Plant moved to El Paso, address unknown

Circulator
Meter man
Motor Man
Hot Sheet Man

My friend the trespasser worked in the ruins for art rats
Smokestacks were giant, the buildings were spare
But it's all gone now, turned into a moonscape
Craters in slag and a stench in the air

Circulator
Meter Man
Motor Man
Hot Sheet Man

© Paul ParkhillPublished by ASCAP
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10. Lost Your Town

Come out and feast your eyes upon your hissing new south lawn
You might have called it country once but those days are long gone
Look left, look right, imagine subdivisions out of sight
It's the same every lawn you're on

Box for sale, nothing down
Forsake your big old dirty town

You went and found yourself a neighborhood with scrap yards, trucks and rats
Came home one morning to the smell of coffee, goodbye to all that
Loft here, club there, a thousand condos rising in the air
You know it all just leaves you flat

Colonize borderlines
Plow Under everything you find

And when you wake up and you find that you lost your town
And when you go out and there's no one you know around
And when you show up and the party is over
It ain't just ground

And now your chance is over, you can't stay here if you're broke
You never could afford the rent but now it's a big joke
27 stops from downtown, that's where you'll hide
Spend your whole life underground doing the backslide

Millionaires at the door
There ain't no room no more

And when you wake up and you find that you lost your town
And when you go out and there's no one you know around
And when you show up and the party is over
It ain't just ground

© Paul ParkhillPublished by ASCAP
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11. Bklyn-Qns Lullaby

Sleep Tight
The streetlights are on
The planes are in flight above
Dreams of enduring love
And Gowanus dogs

Monday dragged on
Tuesday its gone

Match done
Bolivia won
The honking will last all night
Your room a bite of the moon
And Turkish delight

Brooklyn well fed
Queens go to bed

© Paul ParkhillPublished by ASCAP
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