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All songs written by Emilie Steele (SOCAN)

All music arranged by Emilie Steele & The Deal

Recorded by Greg Dawson @ BWC Studios, Kingston ON  

Mixed and Mastered by Greg Dawson

Album artwork and design by Benjamin Nelson

Emilie Steele: Vocal, Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar

The Deal:

Jack Lockridge: Baritone Guitar, Mandolin, Lap steel, Pedal steel, Bass, Electric guitar  

Jon Irwin: Drums, Smiles

ABOUT:

Gratitude and respect for the shared traditional territories of Huron-Wendat, Anishinaabe, and Haudenosaunee, on whose lands this record was conceived, arranged and recorded. Thanks to the inspiring Kingston arts community, Virginia, Deena, Duncan, Melanie, Benoit, Ryan, Jill, Jayce, Benjamin, slick butter pie, the Wolfe Islander III, The Grad Club, the listeners, dancers, show-uppers, go-outers, and everyone we’ve shared a stage with. You are the ones that make us the real deal! Special thanks to Greg Dawson of BWC Studios for your support in making this album a reality! To our siblings that built our resilience, our moms and dads for believing in us, and our pillars of strength #1 Fran Berish, Lauren MacAlpine, and Astroman, Kevin McKenna. WE LOVE YOU!



Lyrics

Hard To Hold: It’s hard, hard to hold on/ When the ropes be rubbing your hands to raw/ You pulled me into your salt stained arms/ That kiss was licorice, I was parched/ With midnight's hair and raspberry lips/ A tornado trainwreck your expensive coffin/ But you you broke the moat/ Lost that liquor bottle a little too far down your throat/ But all our patience laid out with the linens/ Of lust and love and losing you/ You know I lost it baby/ The car crashed and I started sinking/ Taking on water faster than you can bail out/ Woooo Woohoo Woohoo Woohoo/ Here we are ‘round the nights table/ Old friends with shiny new lady loves/ Our talk is cheap, our talk ain’t tall/ Our words aren't painted in those teenage pastels/ But all our patience laid out with the linens/ Of lust and love and losing you/ You know I lost it baby/ The car crashed and I started sinking/ Taking on water faster than you can bail out/ Woooo Woohoo Woohoo Woohoo/ Did you see those fireflies/ That lonely lost Vegas skyline/ Behind the racetrack/ In the dead of night/ Go ask Alicia/ She caught one in her eye/ But all our patience laid out with the linens/ Of lust and love and losing you/ You know I lost it baby/ The car crashed and I started sinking/ Taking on water faster than you can bail out/ Woooo Woohoo Woohoo Woohoo/ Woooo Woohoo Woohoo Woohoo

 

Austin: You’re just back from Austin baby/ Got a heart stitched on your sleeve/ You’re just back from Austin baby/ In that fine embroidery/ Whoa Whoa Whoa/ She said you were looking for someone like me/ Freight train daddy-o/ You just rolled right by me/ You’re a landlocked lover babe/ You fled to that port/ out to sea now you’re in it deep/ Longing for that shore/ Yea yea yea / She said you were looking for someone like me/ Salty dog daddy-o/ You go and swallow up those seas / Woohoohoo Woohoohoo hoohoo/  Woohoohoo Woohoohoo hoohoo/ The king is rosey that queen has heart/ Cracker jack and the paisley prince/Tip your hat go drink to that/ Another round of that goodness/ Whoa Whoa Whoa/ She said you were looking for someone like me/ Rockin rolling daddy-o /You got your heart on your sleeve/ Woohoohoo Woohoohoo hoohoo/ Woohoohoo Woohoohoo hoohoo/ You’re just back from Austin baby/ Got a heart stitched on your sleeve/ You’re just back from Austin baby/ In that fine embroidery/ Whoa Whoa Whoa / she said you were looking for someone like me/ Freight train daddy-o/ You just rolled right by me


Gold: Baby I’m my father's son/ He left this world when I was far too young/ Put on his boots/ Still a little too big for you/ I’m my father’s, my father's son/ So baby I’m gonna find some gold/ Down in the valley is where I am told/ With my two hands, an old map of the land/ Baby I’ll find me some of that gold/ Starting at that old trailhead/ Down the mirth of the rivers mouth/ Around the bend of that Salmon Arm/ Heading up into those mountain belts/ So baby I'm gonna make some dough/ Not the kind we knead the kind that you owe/ With my two hands/ An old pot and a pan/ Baby I’ll find me some of that gold/ Starting at that old trailhead/ Down the mirth of the rivers mouth/ Around the bend of that Salmon Arm/ Heading up into those mountain belts/ Baby come, come on home/ My bed is empty and my bones are getting cold/ The garden did grow, in comes the first snow/ And I wanna claim you for my own/ Starting at that old trailhead/ Down the mirth of the rivers mouth/ Around the bend of that Salmon Arm/ Heading up into those mountain belts

Spring Song: Let’s turn to prunes standing in bath water/ Our skin so thin without the sun to kiss/ Spring is running off with what’s left of winter and/ The cistern toasts “to the thaw of it all!” /Oh oh/ Clothes pegs inch out one by one like soldiers / Lay your life out on the line/ Wind is picking up from a western horizon/ Go hang your weary mind out to dry/ Out to dry ohhohhh, Out to dry oh/ I don’t know you/ but I’d like to/ see what‘s eating your mind/ That soil is soft/ Those snow drip-drops/ You are easy on the eyes/ Her rivers swell like a blossoming bust line/ You wanna drink from it/ I’ll bring my cup if you bring your optimism/ Then the water table washed us away/ Washed us away ohhhh oh/ Washed us away ohhh oh

 

Hollow Man: There’s a hollow man/ In an empty suit/ That leather chair/ The timbers of Resolute/ He’s not going to stop ‘til he breaks on through/ Pour yourself some scotch/ Some liquid gold/ On those rocks you’ll sell your soul/ A toast to all of those who made me profitable/ Down on your knees again/ Praying into the palm of your hand/ Tethered to a server/ You traded your freedom for an identity/ Whoa whoa whoa/ Master of war/ Murder of crows/ Tease your food pick your teeth with their bones/ They laugh all about it on the way back home/ Down on your knees again/ Praying into the palm of your hand/ Tethered to a server/ You traded your freedom for an identity/ Oh you traded your freedom for the sake of archiving/ Whoa whoa whoa/ And the spider lords/ Will spin their webs/ There are tangled truths and you got caught up in it/ We are consuming all of those targets that we are fed

Take It Away: Well I’m tongue tied/ Barely left, barely left alive/ Rolling down that garbage hill/ Recycling your good will, yeah/ You take it away, away ,away, away from me/ You take it away, away, away, away from me/ As far as I can tell/ You’re going to push me down you're gonna wish me well/ Your arm is out just to see/ if I’m gonna reach for your company, yeah/ You take it away away away away from me/ You take it away away away away from me/ But I can see that it’s not up to me/ not up to me/ In between a bullet and the beast/ But I don't have the appetite/ You’ve got my back against the wall/ But I’ve got my houndstooth on/ You’re gonna pat me down and pick me apart/ Dog is eating dog you better toughen up, yeah/ You take it away away away away from me/ You take it away away away away from me/ But I can see that it’s not up to me, not up to me/ In between the bullet and the beast but I don't have the appetite, the appetite