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Quiet Hollers

by Quiet Hollers

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Aidan62
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Aidan62 A rather bleak topic (like for the whole album) but an excellent song. Favorite track: Mont Blanc.
ivanerik
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ivanerik Took me a while to actually "pay" for this and add it to my collection, so I guess I must've had a few initial doubts. But since then I've been playing this again and again and again and it just keeps on growing and growing and growing on me, musically and lyrically. Highly recommendable :-) Favorite track: Mont Blanc.
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skarobot Some of the most beautifully crafted songs I have ever heard. Favorite track: Mont Blanc.
Mubla Na Thguob
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Mubla Na Thguob You might call this alt country, but that would be doing this album a disservice as it doesn't speak to the myriad of influences that creep into the album or the fact that the lyrics are some of the most creative ever written in any genre. Lest you think I'm exaggerating, listen to the album and read the lyrics as you ponder how the hell this band isn't huge. Favorite track: Aviator Shades.
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1.
I wear my aviator shades navigate into the grocery maze I'm gonna murder my weekend in a haze I wear my aviator shades Sarah, can't you hear me fadin? (fadin) You know I stay like this for days (fadin) Sarah, can't you hear my voice from far away behind my aviator shades and I put my clothes on in the dark it takes a little while all my fashion statements missed the mark by a thousand miles was there something I was supposed to do today? O, god, I can't recal don't leave me wandering through the fray lest I lose my grace and fall Sarah, can't you hear me fadin? (fadin) You know I stay like this for days (fadin) Sarah, can't you hear my voice from far away behind my aviator shades (I wear my aviator shades) and who puts these hurdles in my way? (navigate into the grocery maze) spreading me so thin over every day (gonna murder my weekend in a haze) and I can't be held to the things I say (I wear my aviator shades) behind my aviator shades
2.
Mont Blanc 04:36
I know I planted those seeds down too deep they'll die and never see the sun my fault for that one I was a city boy before no excuses anymore I'll try to learn and to keep us fed shed a tear for the books I shoulda read and I'd seen all the warning signs on the TV, in the Times but I had you to hold at night and so it took me by surprise we had so many things back then I had a silver Mont Blanc pen I'd write for hours about nothing that makes any difference now and I used to worry what clothes I had on the school recitals and the manicured lawns and I had a laundry-list of people I could count on if it all went wrong... and then the bomb now I take precautions for my peace of mind I don't know what difference it might make to hang on any longer but I cut the tree across the drive spend the daylight hours inside trying to make the place look empty so as no-one comes around I thought I saw them again last night those same distant headlights sweeping back and forth across the empty shells of the summer homes and if the bastards ever come promise me you'll take the kids and run I may be weak and I may be frail but I can throw them off your trail and I used to worry what clothes I had on the school recitals and the manicured lawns and I had a laundry-list of people I could count on if it all went wrong... and then the bomb shed a tear for the books I shoulda read
3.
Liar Song 03:33
I was born a liar thrown into a fire raised in anger like a gun beat down into the mire and my first steps on crutches I stumbled into their clutches and it never crossed my mind to resist they told me I was born for this just change the channel for a while I'll be asleep here soon I do not care to know what's happening outside this room you drink your tea and I will sit here stoney-eyed if we can make it through this one I think we'll be alright I tried to say I'm sorry but it came out all wrong I told you not to worry and then the liar came along put your blue party dress on and I'll wear my one good suit and we don't even have to talk to anyone just drink their wine and eat their food I was born a liar apprenticed, trained, and sired conceived outside romance I never even had a chance I tried to say I'm sorry but it came out all wrong I told you not to worry and then the liar came along I tried to say I'm sorry
4.
Côte d'Azur 04:14
Livin out of luggage ain't so bad I remember the problems that I used to have I would trouble myself with them all day now I take my bag and my gun and I walk away and living in a hotel room ain't hard if it gets too lonely, you can break into the mini-bar put it on the company card all last night I was dreaming about the Côte d'Azur and though I wasn't sure where you were O, it was a good old time for sure I had a colourful shirt on I was watching the dancing swans in a fountain made of blue neon I was on a highway, drove through Cannes I was on a highway, drove through Nice I was seven hours in the South of France I could see the crystal water from the traffic jam and from the trunk I could hear his voice begging for his life like I had a choice said he had a wife and two little boys and so I turned up the white noise I turnt up the white noise I keep a leather suitcase, clothes all black so I don't ever have to think, I just put on the clean one and dress myself for Scene 1 I was on a highway, drove through Cannes I was on a highway, drove through Nice I could see the distant crashing waves I could hear the sirens of police But I was dreaming of the Côte d'Azur and thought I wasn't sure where I was man, it was a good old kind of buzz I had a colourful shirt on I was watching the dancing swans I was at home among the bons vivants
5.
Summer Song 04:34
the old man took the keys away again he always says that he can tell just where I've been and I was down at the freight yard throwin beer bottles at trains until it rains until it rains you know he didn't have to talk to me like that I would've brought her back without a scratch and I only go to the drive-in anyway not for the movies but for the rare dashboard lights that cross her hair my summers used to last for years they died like flowers and disappeared and that's how days turned into years the old man, he used to drive me all around that's how I know every sidewalk crack in this town and it was there at the Exxon that I first asked for her name and she laughed, her eyes like flames (and I swear to god) my summers used to last for years they died like flowers and disappeared and that's how days turned into years and years O, how time can pass you by...
6.
Flood Song 03:51
All the drunks under the freeway are waiting for some flood to come around and its so hard to keep my head above water sometimes I just wanna let go and drown I live down where the river trash washes up all the way to street and every once in a while I find something worth keeping but I still ain't never found my feet and I never paid much mind to storm warnings I say what's coming is coming all the same and its a perk of living under the freeway that you never get caught in the rain my whole life they've been talking about the big one but I never thought I'd see the day when I tidal wave worthy of biblical remembrance would come to wash this whole city away and you can try to hold your own against it you can stack them sandbags ten-high I'll be floating down Main St on a life raft watching those barricades drift on by they don't hide hope under that freeway just one last stop on your way underground and, no, I don't mind the thought of dying with the city if we've all gotta drown 'cause there's a peace that comes with drowning I think I read that once anyway a rush of a thing called dimethyltryptamine that comes right as your lungs give way and you can try to hold your own against it you can stack them sandbags ten-high I'll be floating down Main St on a life raft watching those barricades drift on by
7.
I'm so bored of being ignored completely when I put on my smile, so nice like some kind of a fake-ass jesus christ persona non grata they treat you like you just don't matter well I... I'm just sayin the motherfucker wouldn't shake my hand O, lord! I'm so abhorred O, lord! Don't know what for... I really don't Born to fail My invitation must've got lost in the mail how they must abhor me the sliding doors wouldn't even open for me I wasn't lying it was just a strangely worded question but I took him up by his neck-- I can't get no good reaction I was standing in the middle of a crowded room screaming at the top of my lungs I was just trying to get through to someone you didn't even have to ask 'em twice must be nice... must be nice and I wrote letters asking what could I do to make it better I get no reply man, I can't even get a courtesy lie O, lord! I'm so abhorred O, lord! Don't know what for... I really don't O, lord! I'm so abhorred O, lord! Don't know what for... I really don't
8.
No Good 04:10
well beware, my friend for I am a shell of a man- an insect's discarded exoskeleton I am nothing compared to what I could have been and I'll never be happy with the man that I am cause I'm no good for anyone no, I'm no good for anyone you take away my booze, you're gonna find out I'm not so fun I'm no good for anyone and you can tell my friends I'm real sorry that I could not stay tell my mama it ain't her fault I turned out this way and I thank god that I have them but I curse him that I was born when I run from this house with my apron strings torn, singin I'm no good for anyone no, I'm no good for anyone and I wish to god that I was not your only son I'm no good for anyone and nothing gets any better you just get used to living with the pain and all those things you thought you might be see them melt like the snow under rain under the soft spring rain I'm no good for anyone (take away my booze) and I wish to god that I was not your only son I'm no good for anyone
9.
Midwestern 04:59
all the drugs are all gone now and all your friends are gone, too and now you face the day alone with no-one to blame but you and you might say "how did I get here? they said I had so much potential..." out here in the cold where the rain and the snow are always torrential and now you're calling out to the sky sometimes you pray to god to die and didn't we used to say we'd rise above it all some day you're a far cry from sixteen on the back of some delinquent's motorbike you said your town was too small for a girl to be whoever she likes so you came here to the city with its midwestern offerings of culture and when the vices found you on the walk home from school they descended like vultures and now you're calling out to the sky as your life passes you by and didn't I used to say some day I'll be digging your grave all you learned here was pity all you ever knew how to do was drink but in the back of a police car you might have a little time to think you might say "how did I get here? they said I had so much potential" out here in the cold where the rain and the snow are always torrential and now you call out to the sky but would you stop to reason why? and didn't we used to say we'd rise above it all some day some day
10.
Departure 06:00
when I was a bright young man walking these quiet streets I always had some friends waiting somewhere for me and people would pass me by and say their good evenings and I'd take for granted I could even exist here as the girls go by on their shining bikes three at a time in perfect synchronicity their laughter falling in the rain and I feel like such a stranger and I feel like such a child and I feel like such a stranger wish I could just be someone for a while when those bright fathers and their lovely wives come home from dancing looking so much alive when those same young mothers have to, walking, pass me by only their children ever look me in the eye as the girls go by on their shining bikes three at a time in perfect synchronicity their laughter falling in the rain and I feel like such a stranger and I feel like such a child and I feel like such a stranger wish I could just be someone for a while I passed my reflection in the the pretty little gallery windows and I tried to paint a picture of what it was that I used to look like before age and its vandals took an icy wind to my face and I could walk these silver streets and not be a stranger to this place

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released October 23, 2015

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Quiet Hollers Louisville, Kentucky

Quiet Hollers are a band from Louisville, KY formed by singer-songwriter Shadwick Wilde.

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