Mercy

by Loose Freight

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***A limited quantity of the hard copy edition of Mercy are available, if that’s your thing. Just 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

Album Credits

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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Track Name: Livingston
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
Track Name: Sometimes
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
Track Name: Monroe
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
Track Name: A Girl in Bull Shoals
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
Track Name: I Do, I Do
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
Track Name: Valentine
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
Track Name: Sarah
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' its 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?
Track Name: Dream Good
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