Low Spokes

by Lucas Van Lenten

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about

Recorded and mixed at Hell’s Kitchen Recording,
Axis Sound and The Basement Studio.
Engineered and Produced by Lucas Van Lenten
and Daniel Weintraub.
Mastered by Garrett Haines at Treelady Studios.

Infinity thanks to: Daniel Weintraub, George Mel,
Apostolis Sideris, Quentin Jennings, Dave Spinley,
Anna Swank, Jason Broome, Anthony Austin,
Jeff Johnston, Matt Kinsey and Greg McMullen for
your contributions and inspiration.
And, as always, humble gratitude to my wife Stacey
for your endless patience and support.

credits

released 08 February 2013

All songs written and played by Lucas Van Lenten with:

San Sebastian
drums - George Mel
piano - Quentin Jennings
moog - Daniel Weintraub

Pocketful of Blackbirds
bass - Apostolos Sideris
chorus vocals - Anthony Austin,
Jason Broome, Daniel Weintraub
and Nicola Van Lenten

Animal Behavior
drums - George Mel
bass - Daniel Weintraub

Gold Monkey
drums - George Mel
bass - Apostolos Sideris
piano - Quentin Jennings
clarinet & sax - Dave Spinley
violin - Anna Swank

Speak of the Devil
drums & extra vocals - Daniel Weintraub

Taxicab Blues
drums - Daniel Weintraub

Hatful of Bees
drums & bass - Daniel Weintraub

Out in the Streets
drums - George Mel
moog - Daniel Weintraub

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Track Name: San Sebastian
up and down the lighthouse stairs
who's gonna break your fall
the ghost of san sebastian has his own problems

and still you seem to brightly glow
an overheated radio
that can't be heard but keeps on tryin'

and at night you left the light on
shining for the enemy
his broken sails will not keep him away
despite the allegations
timing isn't everything
it don't exist
there's no such thing anyway

and on the beach
i stand my bloody ground for you
and watch the waves come closer to my feet
closer to my feet

no telephones, no tv, no microwave ambitions
you'll get used to these conditions
one of these days
up in the tower
there's no clock to strike the hour
just the creep of deadly flowers on the stairs

and on the beach
i'll stand my bloody ground for you
and watch the waves come closer to my feet
come closer...
Track Name: Pocketful of Blackbirds
you can wash your hands 'til the sun comes up
spit your prayers into a paper cup
you can count the minutes on a broken spoke
but you can't climb to heaven on the holy oak

a worry's like a wish that you can't shake loose
you can hurry up to catch it but ya miss tha goose
and cryin' is for babies and the born again
a feather in the window - a dollar for the hen

you can fill the blanks 'til your luck runs out
you can light the fuse - you can put it out
you can ask for mercy - it won't do ya no good
you can learn to beg - yeah i knew you would

when the influenza hits - and it will by and by
first ya ask for mercy - then you start to lie
a pocket full of blackbirds and a diamond in your eye
a locket full of ashes and an iron-clad alibi
Track Name: Animal Behavior
a baker's dozen
snow-white roses
picked for no one
on the steps of
the yellow chapel
where they live happy ever after

and the stones are slowly falling
they're losing their last battle
like a boat without a paddle
drifting back where they came from

and if you lock up your doors and windows
shine your toxic halos
you'll be doin' us all a favor
if you keep your animal behavior
to yourself
Track Name: Gold Monkey
read 'em and weep the world's gone crazy
and i might be a fool but there's one thing i know
we're in too deep and we're much too lazy
we'd rather fight and sink than swim to a new plateau

it's like oh ho ho...
read 'em and weep

read 'em and weep is this party busted?
the roof's falling down and this drink tastes all wrong
and what's this song? the music's all rusted
everybod'y yellin' and the lights just blew
and that's my cue, when the panic sets in
but the doors are locked and they pulled the pin
so what do we do while the end gets closer?
just sit back brother and enjoy the view

it's like oooh hoo hoo
read em and weep

last one standin' gets to keep the gold monkey
and a shovel full of ashes in a bird-dogs hat
first one landed in a pile o' cash money
honey can you fake it if you wake up fast asleep

read em and weep
Track Name: Black Veruza
take your mind off the money
it only makes things worse
it's just too slippery to last you
longer than the 1st

take your time but don't waste it
there's no shame in falling down
it's just the consequence of failure
so get up an stand you ground

and look around
there is no magic in the air
no lost and found
no silver cup no truth or dare
only now that we've found love
what are we gonna do with it

make your mind up this instant
no time to weigh the odds
there's too much accidental fitness
sickness in the yards

wake your line up in a sunrise
a catapult of lead
no simmering fortress for the headlines
an honest man is dead

the black veruza, short salty
bless her tricky heart
she caught the poacher's in the basket
the fingers in their game

and it's a shame
the roof is leaking like a well
it's still the same
a mind that rings clear as a bell
and pass the fame
you won't be needing it in hell
you'll fan the flames

and it's a gas
the fact police are taking names
and kicking ass
they want to beat you at your game
if they could ask
they'd be so surprised the holy size…. of your brain
Track Name: Speak of the Devil
speak of the devil and he'll walk right in
with a shit-eating grin
ready to rumble

believe in the myth for a long long time
it can blow your mind
or you can stumble

and baby that's why
the blues come out at night
and sonny that's why
your shoes don't fit you right

talk to your shadow year after year
you can disappear
as the sidewalk crumbles

you can laugh at the lions
and cry like a boat
but it's a complicated ocean
the further out you float

and there's a map in the sky
made of millions of stars
but you're trying to draw conclusions
on a napkin at the bar
it ain't easy

oh how we try
to find the missing piece
the days go by
and still it's incomplete

so i've givin' up hoping for the world to change
to re-arrange
just to please me

speak of the devil and he'll walk right it
with a shit-eating grin
ready to rumble
Track Name: Taxicab Blues
space all kinds of stars
melting suns and candy bars
they all end up in our shoes
in our liver and in our blues

blood, chocolate, dust and sperm
all is borrowed, all returned
they come down slowly
through the atmosphere

and they all come down
like rain into us
we’re born of stardust and luck

creep and wail
we hail a taxicab
we fail our SATs
and never look back

and we’re all made of dust
lust and regret
we create our illusions
when we place our bets
Track Name: Hatful of Bees
up go the gates
and we're all redefined
and we swing like the chandeliers
and no one is happier than
I own the world
i'm gonna smash every girl
'cos were not gettin over
no we're not slipping under the door

but you gotta sigh
cos were all going down

walk like a tramp
on the spinning trapeze
with a hat full of bees
and a long, black limousine for
we own the night
burn the car, run the light
everybody thinks that we're going down
but there's no good help 'til ya hit the ground

for sure that it's not alot to ask for
yeah, we're sure that it's not alot to ask for
Track Name: Out in the Streets
out in the streets
you'll find money drugs and creeps
ain't it funny how the other half sleeps
while you sit scheming

careful what you say
loose lips slip away
sneak back up on you one day
as you lay dreaming

all the junk
in the can
just a punk
in a band
and a fight for the sidewalk right of way

just a bird
in the hood
with a badge
made of wood
it's no good if they're giving them away

quicken up your feet
things gets sticky when ya feel the heat
it's a tight tricky rap to beat
but you already knew that

so do we hang up our gloves
'cos we believe in love
but sometimes love just ain't enough
in the city

all the junk
in the can
just a punk
in a band
and a fight for the sidewalk right of way

just a bird
in the hood
with a badge
made of wood
it's no good if they're giving them away

out in the streets
Track Name: Toledo Facedown
hey man
you wanna go
downtown
toledo
face plant
in the tender night

small change
price to pay
damaged
but still ok
bounce back
a bender all right

and other crimes
and other shiners
another dime
another winders
we'll be alright
despite all-nighters
and oooh

hey man
you wanna live
face down
a drifter did it
countdown
the minutes til they come for you

hey man
you wanna go
downtown
toledo
face down
in the tender night

and other crimes
and other shiners
another dime
another winders
we'll be alright
despite all-nighters
and oooh
Track Name: Shake the Bells Down
laid out on the living room floor
panic at the front door
and the damage is done

made out to an 80's soundtrack
you can keep your comeback
shake the bells down

sing me through another's voice
slow jams and the art of noise
heavy axe and a timpani
midi teenage symphony

fade out - hiss and then a false start
hard to get the right part
in the right place

played out, this is where the tape jammed
this is where we held hands
shake the bells down

sing me through another's voice
slow jams and the art of noise
heavy axe and a timpani
midi teenage symphony
try so hard to fill the space
every note is in it's place