For John

by Library Voices

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Written for, inspired by, and dedicated to John Farrell (March 4, 1950 – March 25, 2013)

He was one of the greats.

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released June 10, 2014

Produced by Library Voices & Orion Paradis
Recorded at Soul Sound Studios in Regina, SK

Available on Prairie Shag Recordings (SHAG02)
prairieshag@gmail.com

Illustrations by Ola Volo
www.olavola.com
Layout by Michael Dawson

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Track Name: Some Mezcal Morning
Some mezcal morning
Los Muertos beach
The sun screaming like a banshee
The birds singing themselves to sleep
I am laid out like field dressing
Reeling in the heat

I’m an easy kill
I’m an easy kill

I’ve got daydreams inside of my daydreams inside of my daydreams inside of my daydream

My love, please come home
Track Name: Antimatters Of The Heart
John
That long, slow arc of regret
Stretches on and on
Over those letters that I should have sent
Drag me like a cigarette, it’s criminal

You know I see you sometimes
Out of place somewhere
You know I see you sometimes

I know we never showed you what we could have been

Vultures picking at the bones of better days
Come on (and on and on and on)
Oh John

You know I see you sometimes
Out of place somewhere
You know I see you sometimes

Anti-matters of the heart
My head in the clouds
Chemirical …
Chemirical…

Our love, our love forever changes.
Track Name: John Farrell Buffalo
The bible props open a window
On the second floor of a 2 star hotel
3 fingers of single malt in a coffee cup
Praying morning never comes
But a thrush is singing like a starlet
Shadows are stretching like a harlot
And we’re running out of cigarettes

John Farrell Buffalo
The Golden Age of radio
We still believed in rock n roll

There's an empty seat on a greyhound,
Leaving the big smoke headed southbound.
I'm listening to Forever Changes with your ghost,
I won't burn my miracles.
Curled up cowering like a comma,
The pause before a broken promise
(I won’t be daring from a distance) I’ll find myself a trade wind.

Maybe Heaven doesn’t exist
Maybe it never has
Or maybe just for doubting it I’ll be damned
Track Name: Use Your Allusion I & II
The skyline like a stale pepsi cola
The western place, the wilds of nowehre
Smoke stacks coughing up clouds
A siren out on the asthma town
She’s in the graveyard getting high
Some old fling with jealous thighs
Cruid oil and cruel lovers
Fools gold for a prairie summer

You can’t fake it for long, You can’t fake it.
The days are rusting like that mustang you keep up on blocks

Cursed in church, prayed for rain
Burning diesel while you wait on trains
Another crop circle mystery
I saw your name in the mercury
Chemical nights and mineral rights
Air dums and chine whites
Playing roulette with a loaded girl
They say that love is a barn on fire

You can’t fake it for long, You can’t fake it.
The days are wasted like the foreman belly up at the bar

I don’t think it was that drink she nursed
It must’ve been that mickey in her purse
Make up smudged like a prison tattoo
They carried her out like Christ on the cross
Every love story is a ghost story
How do we sleepy when our barns are burning?


You can’t fake it for long, You can’t fake it.
Your days are numbered like that beast
Your days are burned out like those kids hanging out behind the mall
Track Name: Windsor Hum
13 years old
cross legged on my best friends bed
we were summoning spirits
we were trying to raise the dead
we had a Ouija summer
yea, we had a Ouija summer
someone answered our questions
(the medium is the message)
we never spoke of it again

Death singing in the back of your head
Haunts you like the Windsor Hum.

30 years old
stark naked on an unmade bed
we were digging up the past
we were burying the hatchet
I miss that Ouija summer
Yea, I miss that Ouija summer
I have a bluebird on my shoulder
I have the devil on the other

Death singing in the back of your head
Haunts you like the Windsor Hum.

{rant}
What if it’s all just a hoax
Some cruel elaborate joke
Life’s just some young charlatan
Preying on sentimental gentleman
I’ve got scars to mark my faults
The origin myth of a death cult
Heresy hearsay dressed up like Sexy Sadie Mae
Vagabonds and iconoclasts
Heavy metal pentagrams
A spirit world hot line
“This LP Crashes Hard Drives”
Stick and poke skeletons
Focused decks, western medicine
Chem trails, Delirium tremens
Manhattenhenge, Bosnian Pyramids
We are all just stardust and other stuff
We are all just stardust and other stuff