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Eight Weeks West

by Eyes Like The Sky

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1.
Hello Terminal Five, I waved farewell to my father I left a job, two cats and a mother, sister, brother I dropped the cans onto my ears, relaxed with a shitty movie We drank cheap orange juice from cups and cheers'd to the future I'm on a plane to a dead man, a plane to a dead man's port I couldn't see the sea below, as the dark night surrounded me Then the orange lights seeped in, and it was home and I wasn't scared I'm on a plane to a dead man, a plane to a dead man's port With it's streets arranged in grids, and endless pissed off drivers All the little tourists lost, how I want to go back I'm on a plane to a dead man, a plane to a dead man's port
2.
You pronounce it "BOARSTIN." Over beers at Cheers we convalesced We hit the common everywhere the duck tours blessed us with their presence We did Fenway Park Peeked through the nets, to my distaste there weren't any wickets Boarded the Constitution No cannon could pierce that hull, so the sailors screamed: "HUZZAH!!! She's Made of Iron!!!" It had the lowest ceilings And an old dear kept asking questions like: "Did she just say hogging?" He had the thickest arms Such a young face made it even more entertaining when he screamed: "HUZZAH!!! She's Made of Iron!!!" "HUZZAH!!! She's Made of Iron!!!"
3.
I put my feet down on the spot where Forrest Gump gave his speech No one heard him and no one heard me, I faded out of shot The tourists crawl up the ancient stairs to see an old man made of stone I shake his hand and tilt my head, he tells me a secret I forget Mr President how are those cornflakes? Do you like living down in the dirt? The reflective pool is as green as grass, Jenny didn't wade through that Another hotdog might cure the blues, can't believe this is the capital of the west Mr President, that's a swanky, swanky dressing gown Do you like living down in the dirt? Yes-siree-bob I think Washington's a dump All that land laid to waste A thousand bums patrol the turf The President's out of town Mr President, that's a swanky, swanky dressing gown Do you like living down in the dirt?
4.
The Quarry 03:42
The stomach was full with a burger or two and the air was as thick as a blanket A sign by the path said: "There's a mile to go." til you make it down to the water Walk through the woods with the snakes and the birds and the sweat behind your knee caps and you'll know You're in Durham Down at the quarry, by the Eno river Well I put on my shorts, they were brighter than butter and I jumped into that water A hundred-foot deep, and it's riddled with catfish, crayfish and minnows So I strapped on my gills, and my flippers and fins and joined my new friends at the bottom Well I knew I was in Durham Down at the quarry, by the Eno river
5.
When I'm thirty seven, you'll be fifty two Where will I be, and what of you? I'd never met a woman who could keep up with my drinking But there you were calling the shots like they were numbers The dusty streets of Nashville witnessed another drunken liaison You're my Nashville predator, tonight You took me to a bar, we left out friends I doubt I'll ever drink that much whiskey again Then you leant over the bar and planted a kiss Said: "Baby, are we going back to mine or yours?" A rundown hotel off Broadway witnessed a drunken liaison You're my Nashville predator, tonight I hit the street with a cigarette blazing, I was laughing You're my Nashville predator, tonight
6.
I could taste the history in the air, when those tribesmen hunted the buffalo They said down, down, down - down in the hole Is where you'll find the river that leads to the sea They said down, down, down - then up at the stars Is where you'll see the moon and a thousand mysteries Don't fall down, watch your feet, the sky's a beautiful sea Don't fall down, stay with me, sweet contentment Well there's a gaggle of tourists perched on the cliff And a sinister salamander looks at me He says: "down, down, down - down in the hole, push them off the cliff and throw away the key. Down, down, down - now get off my land." And then he cracked a smile Don't fall down, watch your feet, the sky's a beautiful sea Don't fall down, stay with me, sweet contentment Well if you look over the edge you will see, it's glorious!
7.
$26 Beer 03:57
Hello old Las Vegas, how'd ya do? To tell the truth I wasn't sure about you So I stood and watched the gamblers win Thought I might just learn something So when it came my time to sit down Got five losses, three draws from eight hands That's twenty five in bucks to you and me Plus one to tip the little lady So I held my $26 beer high, a trophy of another funny night Hello old Las Vegas, how ya been? How many fucked up drunks have you seen? You can chalk me up on your endless list A billion tourists just come to get pissed So I held my $26 beer high, a memory of another funny night We're off to California, the sun and the sea over me
8.
Lake Tenaya 02:47
9.
Dropped the bags down at the Adante hotel, then we hit the streets Waltzed up through Union Square, into Chinatown, Grace Cathedral Park Over to Washington Square, on to North Beach, then we made the wharf The smell of a million tonnes of barking flesh held the Friscan air There ain't nothing crooked about you, Lombard Street San Francisco Jumped in a taxi cab, asked for 23rd and Mission, please He said: "I won't take you there, you'll get shot in the ass - try Valencia." Well we ended up at an Irish bar on Geary Street Drank with Irish Mick and a Liverpudlian, then we made our escape Sang songs with a homeless guy, we sang Let's Get It On San Francisco Made our way across that famous bridge To that little town in the hills Then to Ocean Beach, the Gate's Park Whilst the windmill watched over us Then to hippy land, full of junked-up fiends Seemed like a different place Then I shared a smoke with the Buster-man He was quite a find, San Francisco I've walked the streets that Kozelek's walked Drank in bars where Eitzel's been drunk I've stood the ground where Milk stood his For peace in his heart San Francisco
10.
The plane looked as if it wanted to crash on the trees below First stop an Irish bar and everyone sounds Canadian There we met a little strange girl, she was drunk on red-red wine She poetry and wanted to blow her own head off Is this expected behaviour up here? Then we hit another bar, mirrors on the walls alluded to a packed room when in fact there were only thirty or so Met a girl with backwards eyes, her friend was obsessed with banking, and growing up and up and old Is that expected behaviour up here? We found no Eddie Vedder No Kurt Cobain No Chris Cornell And where is Frasier Crane? No Griffey Jnr. No hip parade You gotta stand up on the hotel roof and watch the boats out in the bay The Sub-Pop shop was long gone There were no fish flying in the market A guy sold t-shirts advertising the festival of rain It runs from the 1st of Jan, til the 31st of December and that's all year, isn't it? Is that expected behaviour up here? We found no Eddie Vedder No Kurt Cobain No Chris Cornell And where is Frasier Crane? No Griffey Jnr. No hip parade You gotta stand up on the hotel roof and watch the boats out in the bay
11.
Chicago 03:55
You rained all day, left my t-shirt stained The ground was grey, and there he stood He said: "I've got twenty dollars, man, I just need change." He saw us coming, the clever guy A Married woman takes her seat at the bar She says: "What song you want, honey, I'll get it for ya." So she stole someone's money, gave it to the man He'd already played that song twice that day In Chicago, sweet evil Chicago The wind cuts through, Millennium Park This ain't no place to be a drunk At the top of the tower all we saw was mist and tiny toy cars getting lost In Chicago, sweet evil Chicago Well they tell me you can see four states from here on a good day, but this ain't one No wonder the Cubs keep on losing but the place still has a charm Chicago, sweet evil Chicago
12.
Fuck 'em 02:22
Do you remember the days of old? When nothing could ever get by us Then the people came with their money Preservation got kicked out of the bar And is this how I grow old? They run boats from either side of the banks They charge too much - they never get close When I'm angry they will know Building casinos won't stem my flow And is this how I grow old? And oh he knows, I've three sisters they're close And oh he knows, the three islands I'll call home And oh he knows, the tacky crap they sell ain't gold And oh he knows, I'll still be down here when they're gone
13.
Last Train 03:45
I'm on the last train from Buffalo to that big old apple Going past those little towns, with their European names And two months goes too quickly Good things end, I'm living on hope again I'm on the last train down from Buffalo and the conductor's got a nasal voice Now I'm eating in the lunch cart, like in those black and white movies Good things end, I'm living on hope again On the last train, the last train out of here
14.
Don't think I want to go home I'm starting to feel like I was really living a life But although we've got to rest We can always pick it up next time Goodnight, little miss, farewell, see ya next time You can make a thousand friends You might never see them again But it's in these fleeting moments That you'll feel love, so never-mind Goodnight, little miss, farewell, see ya next time And if I only had one choice I'd watch those golden leaves fall on Broadway And we'd be back soaking up your wonder So until next time Goodnight, little miss, farewell, see ya next time

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4 chums travelling around the United States of America, circa late summer/autumn of 2009.

For Watto, Jonks, Bobby and all the weird and wonderful people we met along the way - thank you

xoxoxoxoxoxox

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released May 1, 2011

Everything written, performed and recorded by Rob Holt

Recorded at The Damp-Shack in early 2011

Copyright 2011 Rob Holt/Dirty Communist Records INC

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Eyes Like The Sky Brighton, UK

Eyes Like The Sky is the music of Brighton based Rob Holt.

Songs and instrumentals that ruminate on regret, the unstoppable passing of time, and good old romance.

Honest music for the wee small hours.

"Brilliant...follow the sound of the piece into the depths of the sea." Fresh on the Net

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