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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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Track Name: Basilica
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
Track Name: Youngblood
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.
Track Name: Josephine
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
Track Name: Mad as Dogs
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
Track Name: Persephone
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...?
Track Name: Three Months / Three Years
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
Track Name: Poor Eyes
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
Track Name: Burgundy
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.
Track Name: Wildlife
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
Track Name: Old Brown Dog
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
Track Name: Whiskey and Wine
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
Track Name: Home
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
Track Name: Sticks and Stones
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
Track Name: Sycamore
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