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Songs from the Spare Room, Vol. 1

by Justin Parson

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1.
I need a new guitar, all light and fancy; one that you can dance to. 'Cause all our friends they like to on every Friday night. It's got to be smooth, fast, and make me feel like Johnny Cash and make the friends that came to see us feel like starting up a fight. I need a new guitar to sing my songs to; one that I'll belong to. One that I can crawl inside of when I am all alone. And a brand new voice for singing that sounds like church bells ringing, a brand new set of songs to sing through a brand new microphone. I need a brand new mind for thinking. This one's ruined from the drinking. The beer and all the Hennesey have take quite a toll. Wouldn't it be nice for once to feel straight and not show up late; for once to have some money, not be forever in the hole.
2.
Can't We All 03:09
Well, I tried to write a letter to the king of all creation and I got a postcard saying, "Well now, boy, don't you think it's time?" I can tell by the absent old command and that it's written in my own bold hand that I think I must be guilty of some existential crime. But aren't we all? And in three days, they will build a brand new temple to the dollar and I know if I can't be there on the day the doors swing wide I will know I've missed salvation's clearance sale and destined, sure enough, to fail. We want to but we cannot stem the ocean tide. But can't we all? I can tell just by my busted lip that time and all intentions slip into the black box, full abyss, that keeps us standing still. But if I had my faith and one more chance, I'd grab my family and dance and shout out loud these last few words from my worn windowsill. But can't we all?
3.
Don't be blue, baby. I've heard news that maybe the sunshine will break through the rain. Don't be blue, baby. This might sound crazy, but pleasure don't come without pain. So I'm painting blood on the doorpost to frighten away all the bad ghosts. They're the difference in all shades of gray. They're the nighttime that follows the day. (Chorus) Darkly the looking glass shines the brightest and darkest of time. If you take all the darkness away, you're left with a lifetime of day. (Chorus) In the thirty years you will write her that the black night made the morning sun brighter and weep for the joy and the pain and wash off that blood-colored stain (Chorus)
4.
The sunlight-dappled walnut leaves, the angels singing in the trees; Life can't be broken down if it keeps growing up around you all the time. The daylight will suffice most times to make the darkest summer wines. If you make it just to make it, then you've done it. And who cares about the rest? But the broken pieces come back around. We cannot last forever so just lay your body down. The red light stares me in the face as I plead to it the natural case. Things are going to change. I'll make them change. If things don't ever change, I'll stay the same. (Chorus)
5.
Hello, fall. Cold and all. I've been sitting here, just waiting for your call. Where you been? What's his name? I'm been sitting here just looking 'round for someone else to blame. We get broken down, broken up, and broken by the golden cup whose heaviness always outweighs your thirst. But you can sit and write another verse. Winter's come and we're on the run, trying in the dark to stand under the sun. With some time, you'll read her mind and be surprised with everything that you will find. (Refrain) Hello, spring, and other things. I can't believe I've gone another year without just sprouting wings. It comes to me how all this works. Just because you know it's true, that doesn't mean it never hurts. (Refrain) Summertime, the weather's fine. You learn that living big or small just comes with time. We settle in. We live in sin. We sit outside the house just waiting round for something to begin. (Refrain) Hello, fall. Cold and all. I've been sitting here just waiting for your call.
6.
You and Me 03:50
All that she could tell me was it wouldn't be the same. All the action pointed to a turn. There weren't any other indicators visible, so maybe we'll just watch the whole thing burn. But you and me, we'll go strolling. You and me, we will hide. And if they think they can hold us, we'll be ready for a fight. A broken-down gun can be useful for stoking fires or a crutch. An expert could invent as many, but I just cannot think of much. (Chorus) For a fight is what we are after if a fight is what they are after. She says she could see to heaven if it wasn't for the rain, but one thousand things block my vision and one thousand things bring her pain. (Chorus) For a fight is waht we are after if a fight is what they want.

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Recorded during summer 2010 in the spare bedroom of my home, this EP is the product of playing my own songs around at local bars, restaurants, and firesides. It's something that I've always wanted to do, and I hope that you enjoy it.

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released August 20, 2010

Justin Parson - all instruments and vocals
Jody Hetrick - vocals on tracks 5 and 6

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