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Mercy (album)

by Loose Freight

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1.
Livingston 03:10
Tonight I can see for miles You’ve tossed the blind and turned a while And wild above your crooked smile There’s payphone in your eyes But now I’m all out of change And this receiver’s humming like the rain That’s strung out on the tension lines A choir stumbling through the sky Where this distance is not our own And it swings over every pier and silo As we’re counting ties, we’re counting freight And we’re counting time, we’re counting days Just to pay our way back home Tonight your raindrop’s time has come Driving south from Livingston The town of iron blanket flood Of Bitterroot off run Where the world upon itself is bending The Tetons' rearview mist is tempered By your temple On my homebound shoulder as I sing That this distance is not our own And it swings over every pier and silo As we’re counting ties, we’re counting freight And we’re counting time, we’re counting days Just to pay our way back home Just to pay our way back home
2.
Sometimes 03:01
Step inside out of the rain you’re too pretty to be so ashamed that the light that bent a seaside night all around you still surrounds you Sometimes and you get sad for the things you never had and all the things you lost along the way Between the windshield wash of crooked time and crooked dream your face will pass between all the distance that we’ve seen growing colder like the wind that breaks me down again that stares me down again when you come round again Sometimes and you get sad for the things you never had and all the things you lost along the way At the station where we wait faceless tears fall slow like light running down your night and the thoughts that seem so bright when I’m too far down the line to count the railway ties that I must cross this time until I’d say you’re mine This time and you get sad for the things you never had and all the things you lost along the way
3.
Monroe 05:50
Take this to heart Let somebody love you Before the colors Tangle the east Before the harvest Lays you down empty Call down your ponies Make for the coast Lord build me a side road To lead me ‘round Monroe Where my baby Lies alone Take me to Branford Set me up easy Pawn me shoeshine A new coat and hat Give me one try Lord Or lay me down easy One rib for a lady Who can love me like that Lord build me a side road To lead me ‘round Monroe Where my baby Lies alone By the time we reach Scarford We’ll need a plan A bump and a breathin’ Through the evergreen land Through two kinds of windows The ones where you long And the ones your reflection Can’t escape from Lord build me a side road That leads me ‘round Monroe Where my baby Lies alone
4.
Been working steamdrills, north of Springfield Slinging ash in the Cadillac dust When in the late summer haze A memory takes shape In the backfire of an Arkansas bus We had our lean times, we had our mean times But we had us a time or two, too And you’d left an open invitation To repave our damnation So now I’m southbound and fixing to find you So put 65 south in my windshield Some Hank 1 on my radio Cause there’s a girl in Bull Shoals With a 15 pack Stroh’s And my name on her lips whispered low But it’s still hours till, that quitting whistle So I’m signing your name to the road Shaped like the stars that I miss The way they play off your hips When you’d dance to the songs that I wrote you So put 65 south in my windshield Some Hank 1 on my radio Cause there’s a girl in Bull Shoals With a 15 pack Stroh’s And my name on her lips whispered low I’m stuck in traffic, north of Branson In the hell of the rush hour heat While she’s floating out the dock And she’s lining up the shots and she’s staring down the clock As I’m inching to the spot Where she loved me So put 65 south in my windshield Some Hank 1 on my radio Cause there’s a girl in Bull Shoals With a 15 pack Stroh’s And my name on her lips whispered low
5.
I Do, I Do 02:52
Well I'd tell you 'bout them Georgia nights when all the ladies looked so nice but there was but one ever on my mind and at the water when the last glow cast was moonlight on the sailboat masts my memory floating softly with the tide I said I do I do remember you when the midnight paints your name in shades of blue I said I do I do remember you on empty roads when the silence speaks of you Once I was in Tennessee in the springtime of her words to me when distance was a highway we both knew the sky hung in a velvet glaze of blue suede Memphis Graceland haze as I turned north and headed for your eyes I said I do I do remember you when the midnight paints your name in shades of blue I said I do I do remember you on empty roads when the silence speaks of you I sat up on a mountaintop and thought of the last time we talked my sighs filled up the valley floor below but grace was lifted from those trees and carried on the mountain breeze to deliver me and all my thoughts to her I said I do I do remember you when the midnight paints your name in shades of blue I said I do I do remember you on empty roads when the silence speaks of you
6.
Valentine 03:49
Valentine please forgive me, I was waiting too I thought we’d have the time, A chance to forget all the roads that I Met while leaving you Cause highways do not hold me Like you do, Like you do Valentine If you could not forgive in me The miles I spent away from this Know how much I regret that distance Valentine Valentine there is no time to waste No time to lie in wait for this No place to lay my head Between the promises we traded in The bedroom fades to black You are the reason I came back Don’t leave your heart behind There must be more to say My Valentine Cause we waste away each second Our silence is defined So tell me where to find you Valentine Valentine the night is moving And if it’s leaving us behind Then lead me to the daylight Where it’s stretched across the sky And tell me that I’ll hear your heartbeat Pressed again to mine Tell me you forgive me Valentine Till then there’s a part of me singing to your ghost Oh Valentine, please say you loved me most Oh Valentine, please say you love me most
7.
Sarah 04:08
Sarah did my letters find you Sitting on the old porch swing I can smell the daisies floating on the Santa Ana wind Well the easy livin' it's been hard The dust blew men in from afar And the workin' it's been hardly found So lately I’ve been driftin round Sarah maybe you were right That California's cold at night But what’s Ohio ever done for you? Well lately I've been sleeping out With a wind that slips inside the trees Like a hand inside a summer dress And then you move inside of me When the coffee in the kitchen's cold And when the lights above they're buzzing hard And when the wind pulls down from Michigan Don't you miss me in your arms? Sarah maybe you were right That California's cold at night But what’s Ohio ever done for you? Well time's like broken wings you know They’ll take you but won't wing you home Well I wish that mine had broken Long before I hit the coast Cause right now I'm a thousand years Of backwards glance and bad ideas I'm a locket full of misdirection Swinging by your heart So won't you fold your dreams, and fold your madness And clip them into paper wings And wing them to the Stockton yards And eastward I will be Cause Sarah maybe you were right That California's cold at night But what’s Ohio ever done for me? Sarah do you still remember me?
8.
Dream Good 03:36
Well I ain’t dreamed so good since I got leveraged from my home The man down from the bank said “it ain’t me, son, it’s the law” Now we’re sleeping in the Buick Three up front, three in the back I’m trying to get my dreaming back on track Trying to get my credit back to black Once credit was the merit that you earned by learning hard Slagging iron or laying tile like pa and his before When a man is judged again by effort Not by what he’s stole and stored I’ll dream better than I’ve ever dreamed before I’ll dream better than I’ve ever dreamed before Well I ain’t dreamed so good since I been seeking out some grace Cause it’s hard to gauge the changes anymore from place to place We got strip malls cut and pasted, we got one-trick radio We got roads to burn and nowhere left to go But we got minds that need some wilderness to grow But singing o’er the red rock, in the purple mountain wake In the amber of the ocean bended like the winded grain There’s still lullabies to live by you can’t buy in any store To set you dreaming like you never dreamed before They’ll set you dreaming like you never dreamed before Well I ain’t dreamed so good since I been scattered cross this land Become a man run ragged just to hold two hands of sand Well the third shift down at Goodyear they ain’t hiring anymore And my baby's in the backseat with a temp of 104 God shut the blinds and he ain’t unlocked the door But still my boots they love a factory floor Cause I’m the son of everything I’ve loved and built and made And I still trust my babies to the union to be saved So when I lay my heart and hammer at the providential door I’ll dream better than I ever dreamed before I’ll dream better than I ever dreamed before Cause my brothers and my sisters know the score They still believe this land’s worth dreaming for

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***A limited quantity of the Mercy hard copy are available. Email loosefreight@gmail.com with some kind of obvious subject line.***

Many thanks to Dani and Lyza for the support and perpetual borrowing; to Husk, Migs, and Sarge for the far-flung melodies; and to Walt Whitman and the Shortlongs for the courage and the mischief. Stephen, thanks for the wisdom and the ride home. And Molly, thanks for keeping the light on.

I hope you find these songs like wishes in the margins of an atlas folded in a car you ran away in once. They were culled from distance, but they were recorded in joy.

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released January 6, 2015

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Loose Freight is Marty Moran (guitar, piano, lead vocals), Bill Kerrigan (fiddle, percussion, harmonies) & Bryan Fox (guitar, mandolin, piano, harmonium).

Track 1 written by Marty Moran and Chris Mignanelli, tracks 2-8 by Marty Moran • Recorded by Josh Powell at The Map Room in Portland, Oregon • Mixed by Josh Powell and Loose Freight • Cover photo and design by Jackson Yellowtrane

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Loose Freight is Bill Kerrigan, Bryan Fox, and Marty Moran. They're on a geographically-mandated hiatus. This site has some of Marty's solo work, too.

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