Belong to the Land

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1.
Basilica 05:49
Change is comin' around the bend A shotgun wedding and a story penned About a bishop who gave up his soul To feed a girl from the finger bowl Next time you step up for the intinction, Remember most the great distinction Between your life and stories told About the deeds that made you old Oh, shatter me, sweep me up into your hands Then scatter me with the seeds upon your lands Oh, burn me down, let me wear your golden crown So when I meet St. Peter I don't let you down I'm rich in heart but poor at prose, Can teach you to rhyme but nobody grows A slap in the mouth and a push off a cliff Sit on the sea and let yourself drift Break my grief and pull me out Of a heartbreak hole but leave some doubt About the good that you can do for me They say in life ain't nothin' free Oh, shatter me, sweep me up into your hands Then scatter me with the seeds upon your lands Oh, burn me down, let me wear your golden crown So when I meet St. Peter I don't let you down Lend me a quarter, I can teach you a rhyme About three nickels and a shiny dime Break me a dollar, I can give you a clue About the change comin' back to you A different ending has begun to show So choose your adventure and let me know Which way to rock and which way to roll Who keeps the gate where I'll pay the toll Fresh limbo squeeze and a pull from the side Mopped in a corner with a surly divide, Nowhere to go, not invited to stay Poetic license fades into grey Oh, shatter me, sweep me up into your hands Then scatter me with the seeds upon your lands Oh, burn me down, let me wear your golden crown So when I meet St. Peter I don't let you down
2.
Youngblood 05:21
well i hopped over the mountain about a thousand years ago the city called me, mama told me "boy, you gotta go more than a stone's throw away" since that day, my best friend has been this rotary telephone it's the next best thing to a southern hug from the mama that i left all alone Farmer Youngblood, treat my mama right Farmer Youngblood, take her out tonight they say you're the talk of the town, that you got plenty of seeds in the ground, Youngblood. well you can't start a fire with wet wood no and you can't keep a good dog down my advice to you, mister mister is to cool your engines down. round town it sounds like you're a pillar, you're a pocket filler, spillin' favors from your whirligig but my mama ain't no coin, ain't no sweet sirloin that you can spend, chop and waste like a snot-faced kid Farmer Youngblood, treat my mama kind Farmer Youngblood, harvest not the pith nor the rind as the crow flies i'm miles away but as the son flies i'll be there faster than you can say "Youngblood." well there's more than a handful of ladies baggin' groceries at your general store who've called your bed their own they'd like to call it that once more. they tore my mama from a cloth that with all you've bought you could never ever afford so go rotate your taters, tell my ma you'll see her later and get cozy with your corn Farmer Youngblood, leave my mama be Farmer Youngblood, mind your Qs and peas don't make me come down south and wash that dirty mouth, Youngblood. i said i'm talkin' to you. but God rest your soul, Mr. Youngblood.
3.
Josephine 02:45
I don't go in for understandin' when you are away Can't use my heart to think away the time In my room I will await you and so soon I will relate you And tie your finger right on up to mine Sweet Josephine, you live in my dream And sleep right by my side I bid you well forever my belle You'll always be my bride Patience is a virtue that I practice all the time I can't prepare my heart for joy sublime In my room I will attend you and my heart it will defend you Broken records keep in perfect time Sweet Josephine, you live in my dream And sleep right by my side I bid you well forever my belle You'll always be my bride I'm not one for consolation, never second best I'll practice til' I get you right my dear So know that I will love you as my heart sings high above you And takes away the doubt I have of fear Sweet Josephine, you live in my dream And sleep right by my side I bid you well forever my belle You'll always be my bride I'm on the road with you I'm told My partner never bought or sold So hold my hand and join my band While helping me grow old Sweet Josephine, you live in my dream And sleep right by my side I bid you well forever my belle You'll always be my bride I bid you well forever my belle You've always been my bride
4.
Mad as Dogs 05:41
you got a pretty poison you got an animal skin your house is right on the edge of the echoes that itch your man went back into town stitching seasons in brown and blue i could never open up to you you got a pretty stone chair and i will show you just where my knife will hide in your neck and how my blood will react the snake, the grass, and the corn there's a ghost in your horn, it's true i think i could open up to you i didn't wanna know you but you can tell that i'm mad as dogs in the mountain rain i didn't wanna feel you but you could tell that i'm mad as dogs in my foreign brain you've got a lizardy wind that moves your animal skin you say you're tied to the tracks with the spear in your back this creature's all that i've had felt its fur make me mmm, you do i could open up that face for you i didn't wanna know you but you can tell that i'm mad as dogs in the mountain rain i didn't wanna feel you but you could tell that we're mad as dogs in my foreign brain my heart is in your yard you've buried it in cards and ran over it with that mound of tin revolving fields on the floor, my eyes don't see no more and i will most certainly not be your engine
5.
Persephone 05:39
She sat in her garden in an old pair of jeans and she smiled at the sun and the pale olive trees. She wiped the dirt from her hands as she stood up to leave and the earth opened up, and she was taken from me. Oh, and I'll think of you when the rain fills my shoes, when I'm lost in the wind, when I'm wet with the blues, when my head's in the clouds, when my toes touch the sand, when the sun stains the skin where you once held my hand... She fell through the earth that she cared for so well and she smiled at the flowers, and they wept as she fell and with a groan and a sigh, the earth closed up again and she was gone where she'd gone, yeah, she was gone from me then. Oh, and I'll think of you when the songbirds fly south; of your ghostly-white arms and your apple-red mouth when the branches bend down, when the leaves breathe their last, when the moon sheathes the sun in the shadow she cast... They closed off her garden with bright yellow tape and they kept out the press and they padlocked the gate and they drew a chalk outline where her last seed was sown and the seed took its root, and the earth grew a stone. Oh, and I'll think of you when the fire won't start, when the frost owns the night like you once owned my heart, when the day drinks the dew, when the sun settles in, when the dewdrops dry up, when the frost comes again... Down below, the dust settled and they gave her a crown and a garden of gravel and a grey wedding gown and she smiled at the cypress, so cold and so fair and she tilled the scorched earth, and they worshipped her there. Oh, and I'll think of you when the red rooster cries, when the dawn greets the dark; when the last sunset dies, will I see you again where the sky meets the sea when the earth turns at last, when the earth swallows me...?
6.
Ain't gonna sleep for ninety days Gonna shiver and shake in my sheets We said our goodbyes with a pair of tombstone eyes Cast in the color of unfamiliar streets And I ain't gonna breathe for ninety days Lord, I'm sure I'll turn blue But the wind makes a choice, it imitates the sweetest voice And it breaks your heart in two Oh darlin', sweet lover, if your lips are parched Please do not quench them with your tears For I'll return with lips that burn When three months becomes three years And I ain't gonna dance for ninety days Can't do it without my blue light And though the river may call, it's just a river, that�s all I'll just retire into the night And I ain't gonna drink for ninety days Poor boy can't fill his canteen But I'll wear a disguise, even I can tell lies But where am I supposed to lean? Oh darlin', sweet lover, if your lips are parched Please do not quench them with your tears For I'll return with lips that burn When three months becomes three years To some it's not long, but I've written this song There's a reason the ink is still wet We're still in the flood like we're bounded by blood And I'm forever in your debt And I ain't gonna be the same for ninety days Hope my heart can bear the load But I made you a bed, so rest your weary head And look for me on some dreamy road And I ain't gonna be the same for ninety days I need my brothers and my sisters so sweet And to each and every friend, I'll see you soon around the bend And to you I can only repeat Oh darlin', sweet lover, if your lips are parched Please do not quench them with your tears For I'll return with lips that burn When three months becomes three years
7.
Poor Eyes 05:54
I walked the path across the stone that I laid Stared at an unmade bed where I no longer stayed Unlocked the gate and it screamed at me Said, "boy this ain't the place that you can be" Carried the pictures that hung on our wall And I read your letter, 'cause I am too scared to call. I took the ghost train to the other side of town Think I need a pick me up, 'cause I am falling down And I get so fucked up 'cause I don't want to trace The choices that I've made and the expression on your face And some would say it ain't the coldest that it's been But I ain't been this cold in I can't remember when When February comes I can't stand underground Taste of your skin is the only sound Train heaves a sigh and my head is a bed of weeds Ice gathers round my eyes and my tongue, it bleeds Yeah it bleeds, yeah it bleeds Work all day long and at night my hands smell like wood You said, "babe, don't dare wash them" and I understood You kissed the sawdust right off of my chest Said "this is the way that I love you best" Love you best, love you best, this is the way I love you And I get so fucked up 'cause I'm too tired to sleep Think about the words that are no longer mine to keep And some would say it ain't the coldest that it's been But I ain't been this cold in I can't remember when And you cry and you cry and you cry You cry and you cry and you cry You cry and you cry and you cry Your poor eyes I cry and I cry and I cry I cry and I cry and I cry I cry and I cry and cry My poor eyes We cry and we cry and we cry We cry and we cry and we cry We cry and we cry and we cry Our poor eyes
8.
Burgundy 04:10
my lover's hands were burgundy when last she came to me her fingertips dripped rubies that bloomed upon her sleeve the harvest moon, an ivory wound that spilled its ghostly stream. my lips formed a question; this she told me: "your father's hands were wandering, his eyes were on my frame. when you went out a-riding, his heart burst into dark flames. your miner's axe was howling, black thunder cracked the sky. the blood on my hands is his, God's doom is mine!" my lover's hands were twined in mine when plans i spoke with pain. "we'll run where hounds can never be found, where love comes down like rain." our pathway wound through skeletal trees, leaves twisted, foul, and fell. behind us, the soul of Time was bashing his bell. oceans eat and wildwoods clothe, you're born and then you die. my father's hands, they showered my mind, my love stood lit by the sapphire sky, our coupled hands were burgundy, the waves below us burst -- the hand that pushed was mine, the scream was hers.
9.
Wildlife 00:46
Lord, Lord, Lord you come and gone Lord, Lord, Lord you come and gone Lord, Lord, Lord at the break of dawn Lord, Lord, Lord, you come and gone
10.
Welcome all ye strangers to the great divide Welcome all ye strangers to the great divide They say salvation's on the other side, some will run and some will hide Welcome all ye strangers to the great divide There's fire down below and the devil, he don't like rain There's fire down below and the devil, he don't like rain He built a fire stacked with pain and all our sins they shall remain There's fire down below and the devil, he don't like rain Well, there were three babies born and one of them couldn't see Well, there were three babies born and one of them couldn't see Well, it's just one out of three, I wish that baby it was me There were three babies born and one of them couldn't see And the good book says you'll fall like rain But my dear Lord, I hear the train And if I go and go alone Will you still roll my heart of stone? Well, if you want to hear the truth, you better take it to the street Well, if you want to hear the truth, you better take it to the street And if your toes fall off your feet, well, don't you dare make no retreat If you want to hear the truth, you better take it to the street I found a ten dollar bill and it was smiling at me I found a ten dollar bill and it was smiling at me Well I'm as human as can be, but the whiskey, it ain't free I found a ten dollar bill, and it was smiling at me I saw a bow legged woman and a long legged man I saw a bow legged woman and a long legged man And I didn't understand, I could've walked, but instead I ran I saw a bow legged woman and a long legged man And the good book says Yahweh is near I dig a hole and have no fear Bury my sins, fall to my knees Had a crucifix, now it's just a tree Jesus turned the water into wine That kind of miracle suits me well I'm not looking to fill my empty pockets And I'm not looking to sell And I'm not looking to buy a soul These two arms can't carry much And you can hold a shadow's hand But it's still something you can't touch 'Cause when he died, where did he go? Well I've been told, but I just don't know And when he died, where did he go? Well, I've been told it was a hell of a show
11.
I been up and I been down all over this here town For far, far too long Just give me a shed to cover my head And I'll say that nothing is wrong Oh, but I love you, Brooklyn You've been like a mother to me You're the shape of my heart And my blood, it runs towards the sea But I've been known to wander Straight and narrow is a very thin line I can't seem to pick a side So blame it on the whiskey and wine Whiskey and wine Whiskey and wine Tell my mother I'm fine It's just whiskey and wine And I been up and I been down all over this goddamn town I fall so low I've been the ghost at the dance, no chance at romance And it's always my time to go But I need you, Brooklyn You're a lover in my time of need In the dead of the night I always follow your lead But I been known to wander Straight and narrow is an invisible line I can't open my eyes So blame it on the whiskey and the wine Whiskey and wine Whiskey and wine Tell my lover I'm fine It's just whiskey and wine And when the sun goes down and I'm wide awake My toes start to curl and my hands start to shake But when the sun comes up and my lips are stained ruby red There's a fire in my belly and there's a storm in my head Whiskey and wine Whiskey and wine Tell my mother I'm fine It's just whiskey and wine Whiskey and wine Whiskey and wine Tell my lover I'm fine It's just whiskey and wine Amen
12.
Home 04:22
I went down to North Carolina Realized there was surely nothin' finer Stopped into a tiny highway diner Met the daughter of an old coal miner She said 'oh.....take me home' She said 'oh.....I wanna go home' Left her right outside of Birmingham Runnin' from the law, out on the lam Sent my mom a wire telegram Told her I was caught up in a jam I said 'oh......take me home' I said 'oh......I wanna go home' Well, the longest part of bein' on the road isn't measured in miles But the shortest path to get back home comes in smiles... she beguiles Headed West straight for Little Rock Felt my heart tick against the clock Pawned my soul and drove around the block Went straight back and bought it outta hock And it said 'oh....take me home' And it said 'oh....I wanna go home' Well, the longest part of bein' on the road isn't measured in miles But the shortest path to get back home comes in smiles... she beguiles
13.
Sticks and stones, broken bones An old tree groans and an old man moans It's a long line to tow But the moon and sun are on the run It's a smoking gun, but it's so much fun It's a neverending show And there's no way that you can stall The man in black when he comes to call He's still gonna hold your hand So don't let your thoughts go six feet deep It's a long way down and the road is steep Just remember you belong to the land You'll always belong to the land
14.
Sycamore 05:28
meet me by the sycamore if you wanna see me run meet me by the crossroads with your father's fancy guns meet me by the waterwheel, make the call of a meadowlark meet me in the shadows, and we'll fall down in the dark meet me by the riverbank, meet me by the fair meet me in the valley for no one tarries there meet me by my ankle and i'll meet you by your mouth meet me on a compass rose and i will lead you south meet me after sunday school, my belly hid from sight meet me in your overcoat fastened up so tight meet me on my back porch as light dies on the land meet me in my father's den and ask him for my hand meet me by the altar for what you think is yours meet me by our marriage bed, across your gilded floors he'll meet me when you've gone away and i will lie with him meet me by the sycamore and we'll start all over again meet me by the covered bridge before i count to ten meet me by the sycamore, and we'll start all over again

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This album would not have been possible without the love & support of countless people. The band would like to thank the following by name:

John & Marilyn Paarlberg, Gary & Kay Saxvik, Jodi & Eliot Wickersheimer

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Suhlle Ahn, Jennay Blackwell, Britannie Bond, Doug & Heather Conway, Mike Dominiak, J. Ryan Graves & Jill Dombrowski, Michelle Fowler, Tori Galatro, Ashley Grombol, Stewart & Loaine Hagerty, Brandon Hazen, Mama Heck, Christine Henry, Hope College Theatre Dept, Hope is Ready, Anastasia Krylova, Poppy & Joyce Kurtze, Jill & Ken Kwiatkowski, Patrick Kwiatkowski, Cynthia Mace, Joey Miller, Lauren Molina, Sue Ellen Morrison, Michael Olson, Kate Paarlberg, Jony S. Perez (jpcarrier.com), Pete's Candy Store, Phil Pickens & Laura Jo Schuster, Michael Propster, Chris & Eileen Raphael, M. Kilburg Reedy, Chris Raschke, Miranda Rooy, Michael Sadler, J-Sax, Aaron Schechter, The Sidewalk Café, John & Marilynn Tammi, The Tocco family, Blaine Turk, Jay Turton, Kathleen Verduin, Eli Walker, Kara Wilson, all our friends & family & everyone who pledged via Kickstarter.com

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released August 9, 2011

BELONG TO THE LAND
the debut album by THE HOLLOWS

Jeffrey Kurtze - basses, vocals
Daniel Kwiatkowski - banjo, guitars, vocals, harmonica
Rob Morrison - mandolins, guitars, harmonica, vocals
David Paarlberg - pianos & keys, harmonica, vocals, guitar, dulcimer, accordion, trumpet
Erik Saxvik - guitars, pianos, vocals, harmonica, accordion

with Timothy Heck - percussion; alchemy

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Quinn Blandford - drums
Graham Galatro - additional guitars; magicks
Jim Bertini - additional percussion (tracks 4 & 8)
Lauren Molina - cello (tracks 5 & 8)
Chris Aiello - saxophone (track 13)
Britannie Bond, Ashley Grombol, Michael Propster, & Michael Sadler - additional vocals; percussion (track 13)

Engineered by Jim Bertini with Graham Galatro & Eli Walker
Mastered by Robert Hadley with Doug Sax at The Mastering Lab
Recorded & mixed by Graham Galatro
Produced by Graham Galatro with The Hollows

Artwork by David Kvam

Main tracking at The Clubhouse in Rhinebeck, NY (Nov. 6-9, 2010 & Jan. 4, 2011)
Additional recording at The Thumperdome in New York, NY (Mar. 7-8, 2011)

Manufactured & distributed by Disc Makers, 7905 N. Route 130, Pennsauken, NJ 08110

All songs written by The Hollows; © & ℗ 2011 Lonesome Ghost Music (ASCAP). All rights reserved.

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A contradictory, harmonic melting pot that takes all its roots, twists them around, and produces something else; something new. With no frontman (or six frontmen), the result is a veritable junkyard of instruments and musical personalities, a carnival on wheels, a one-man band in six bodies that owns the stage with all the mobile, rhythmic ease of a seasoned railroad gang. ... more

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