The Hollows

by The Hollows

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released 26 June 2012
THE HOLLOWS

Justin Aaronson - drums, percussion, vocals
Jeffrey Kurtze - basses
Daniel Kwiatkowski - electric guitars, banjo, vocals
Rob Morrison - mandolin, slide guitar, vocals
David Paarlberg - pianos & keys, accordion, horns, vocals
Erik Saxvik - acoustic guitars, vocals

Engineered by Tomek Miernowski with Graham Galatro
Mastered by Nathan James at The Vault Mastering Studios
Recorded, mixed, & produced by Graham Galatro

Artwork by David Kvam

Main tracking at Grand Street Recording in Brooklyn, NY (Jan. 10, 2012)
Additional recording at Galaxy Smith Studios & Galatro Productions in Brooklyn, NY (Jan. 24 & Feb. 3, 2012)

All songs written by The Hollows; © & ℗ 2012 Lonesome Ghost Music (ASCAP). All rights reserved.

Special thanks to The Deli Magazine and everyone who voted The Hollows "Artist of the Month," making this EP possible.

Additional thanks to Jim Bertini, Tim Heck, Ben Krieger, Cynthia Mace, & Ken Rich.

Dedicated to Levon Helm.

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The Hollows are a roots-rock group of multi-instrumentalists; a freewheeling hootenany of a band. A veritable junkyard of mandolins, banjos, guitars, accordions, horns, harmonicas, and various other musical doodads are in constant rotation. With no frontman (or six frontmen), everyone writes and arranges material, creating a diverse and uniquely blended sound. ... more

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Track Name: August
I walk along the path at night
I walk along the path at night
I walk along the path at night
In the holy garden,
Holy garden I have walked the path

The August sun
Will surely come
And when it does,
We'll see whose side you're on
Oh, whose side you're on
Oh, whose side

The trees have eyes like diamond rings
The trees have eyes like diamond rings
The trees have eyes like diamond rings
In the holy garden,
Holy garden I have seen them things

The August sun
Will surely come
And when it does,
We'll see whose side you're on
Oh, whose side you're on
Oh, whose side

I mow the weed and chew the thorn
I mow the weed and chew the thorn
I mow the weed and chew the thorn
In the holy garden,
Holy garden I have known of toil

The August sun
Will surely come
And when it does,
We'll see whose side you're on
Oh, whose side you're on
Oh, whose side
Track Name: Jepson Creek
Rancher was patient, chartered a dime
With an aspiration to board
Drafted a true one, smoked like a new one
Signaled hope right up to the lord, singin

Sacrifice levee
Rancher's daughter
Situation growing bleak
Prognosis heavy
Down by the water
On the banks of Jepson Creek

Floating steady, peaceful tide
Nothing short the calm of love
Silent drifting, reaper's bride
Giving life to all above, singin

Sacrifice levee
Rancher's daughter
Situation growing bleak
Prognosis heavy
Down by the water
On the banks of Jepson Creek

Rest all ye wicked, dying in vain
With the care deprived from you
Meet my Bessie, longing to reign
On the fields of morning dew, singin

Sacrifice levee
Rancher's daughter
Situation growing bleak
Prognosis heavy
Down by the water
On the banks of Jepson Creek
Track Name: Carried Away
The independence of this body is separating
Yeah, I can feel it pulling apart
There's an angel behind me and he's throwing circles
But he's been serving someone else from the start

Is this a nightmare dream soaked in gasoline
If I catch fire then I won't be cold
I've been a beggar for things that I've been given
And I've been a vendor for the things I've been told

The dead man falls and now everything's broken
But the blood looks splendid when the sun goes down
The moonbeams dance and their arms, their arms are stretched naked
It's just swimming pool for the flies in town

Oh, I'm getting carried away

My heartbeat rattles like my pocket change
The hands that hold it are beautifully pale
The snow's like thunder, every time it touches the ground
Like that hammer pounding on a coffin nail

And the bed you've been making for fifty-some years
Will come undone when I'm not around
But you will be well rested, no tossing and turning
In the bed they've made next to me in the ground

The dead man shakes and now his feet keep him moving
He's got an orphan's smile and time to kill
The moonbeams run and their arms, their arms are stretched naked
He's got a hole to dig and a grave to fill

But oh, we're getting carried away

I will hold this chair for you
Til I die I will do
Yes it's true
I will hold this chair for you
Longer than the sky is blue
Yes, it's...