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Satellites

by Sea Couch

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Crow (free) 04:51
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Once i packed my bags, made my escape out west, but Oakland looked just like old Curtis Bay. Now I'm driving east on Church Street with this tune stuck in my head and this old time feelin, and my hands are freezin, but I've stayed where I want to stay. I've had days stare at the walls and sit and I've had loves I just wish I could forget, but you're smiling at me, baby with a love that doesn't quit. You made the call, warts 'n all- that's the long and short of it. Used to talk when i was young like the world was going to end. Struck me yesterday how young i was. Just limp along, just like this song with no reason and no rhyme- the past forgot, a blurred ink blot we're repeating all the time. Seems there's nothing I ain't supposed to do: make some money, make a home and keep friends too, but you lean on me, baby, and I'm leaning on you. You made the call, warts 'n all The foot just fits the shoe. I've lost things I never should have kept and built a fire where i never should have slept, but you know I love you, baby so much it's incorrect. You made the call, warts 'n all and I'm just gonna accept.
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Absorb (free) 03:59
Help, reach out yor hand. I can't stand where people know me. I've never knelt before the cross, but I've lost what was bestowed me. To He who hasn't got a name, I beg absorb this fated pain. When I was a curly-headed babe, they'd say, "The world's for your takin.'" Now, my hair is coarse and gray. I've no faith, but I feel forsaken. To He who hasn't got a name, I beg absorb this fated pain. In the darkest hour of night, I fight these dreams that haunt me of how I lived before she left. Bereft of all but what taunts me. To He who hasn't got a name, I beg absorb this fated pain. To heaven I have not a claim, but Hell and Earth feel much the same.
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Hannah 03:30
Why don't you just go down, Hannah? Don't you rise no more Back behind the Susquehanna Don't you rise no more You only ever shine on sorrows Don't you rise no more I don't want to see tomorrow Don't you rise no more See that water rollin' freely? Don't you rise no more Ain't that just the way you treat me? Don't you rise no more You only ever shine on sorrows Don't you rise no more I don't want to see tomorrow Don't you rise no more Go down, Hannah - don't you come back Don't you rise no more Can't put a busted train back on no track Don't you rise no more You only ever shine on sorrows Don't you rise no more I don't want to see tomorrow Don't you rise no more See that freight a-heavy tippin'? Don't you rise no more Ain't that the way that I've been livin? Don't you rise no more You only ever shine on sorrows Don't you rise no more I don't want to see tomorrow Don't you rise no more Go down, Hannah, you're turning red Don't you rise no more Tomorrow I'm gonna wake up dead Don't you rise no more
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Had a good day: hit all the greens, made records time (whatever that means). Had a good day: didn't have to work, went alone to see a movie, got my money's worth. Had a good day: it didn't rain. Wasn't all that nice either, but I can't complain. Had a good day, but it's not like I'm keeping score - made the trip out to Thurmont, where all my stuff was stored. Had a good day. Couldn't tell you why - it's been 27 days since you lost the love in your eyes. Had a good day, good as my days get: didn't even say your name once, Babe... Ah, shit.
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Tired Train 03:30
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Wash Works (free) 04:12
Turned on the car, quarter to 3. Clock's flashing 12:00 like you never held me. Forgot how to pray, so I'm singing "Suzanne." Quarter after 4, can't steady my hands. Even the moon stays for an hour past its use- come on pretty babe, what's the rush to shake me loose? And I'm more cracked up than all of Howard St. It's 11 in the morning, still can't rise up to my feet. Bought a case of Boh and a pack on Winston reds like I'm in a race to know where I'll end up when I'm dead. Even the moon stays for an hour past its use- come on pretty babe, what's the rush to shake me loose? And I'm more torn up then the letters that I sent. You've got sins on you too, babe, but I doubt that you'll repent. Yeah, it's all over town - you've got it in for me. Well revenge is best served cold. I like mine with irony. Even the moon stays for an hour past its use- come on pretty babe, what's the rush to shake me loose? Britain won a war in 45 minutes flat. You won me with 3 words babe, but you can't blame me for that 'cause me I'm not strong, I ain't the fighting kind - I'll plant an olive tree where we used to test the lines. Even the moon stays for an hour past its use- come on pretty babe, what's the rush to shake me loose? Even the moon stays for an hour past its use- come on pretty babe, what's the rush to shake me loose?
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I'm out here in the freezing cold, I've got a smoke in hand. I feel as if I've grown for old just tryin' to understand. Got a head that's pretty level, a heart that loves to hurt; I fell in love with loving you and got my just desserts. Well, I've read Albert Camus, I've read the Tao Te Ching enough times to realize this shit don't mean a thing. "Shit don't mean a thing," I say, "it's all in how I think," so I'll sing a happy tune and fix another drink. Well, I'm in here with Patsy Cline on the radio, hating the things you didn't say as I watched you go. Starting to resent some shit you didn't even do. What you done was bad enough, but still I'm missing you. Well, I've read Albert Camus, I've read the Tao Te Ching enough times to realize this shit don't mean a thing. "Shit don't mean a thing," I say, "it's all in how I think," so I'll sing a happy tune and fix another drink. It's a feeling that I could do without, it never really leaves. I'm finding it cannot be solved the way they done with thieves. I know I can't stay with you, but why I can't recall. I have a way with the past - I think I love it all. Well, I've read Albert Camus, I've read the Tao Te Ching enough times to realize this shit don't mean a thing. "Shit don't mean a thing," I say, "it's all in how I think," so I'll sing a happy tune and fix another drink.
9.
Buffalo 04:46
Got your letter in the P.O. box this morning. There was a dotted line where I was supposed to sign, and there's a book that you got me for my birthday on the coffee table, and it looks too good there for me to move, I guess now that I'm just stuck with it, and I'll think of you every time that I pass by. Well, everybody's bound by their possessions, but, as for me, it feels a bit more like "trapped," and there's a sofa we picked out together, it feels like forever ago now, and it's just too new for me to go and chuck it, I guess I'll just have to test my luck and dream of you every time I steal a nap. You know, I spent a good hour just reading that awful letter - staring at that goddamn dotted line, and there's a brand new coat of paint in this kitchen, my darling, my dear, and I can't change it while the coat's still wet, and besides it's the color you liked best, even though I can hardly stand to sit in here. You know, it feels like it's rained every day since I got your letter. In fact, I've barely ventured out of bed, and there's a spread of Italian linens we bought on vacation years ago, and they're just too fine for me to sell, and in the closet is your dressing gown, oh I'm living in a burning hell, ever since you left town, Suzie. Where'd you go running this time? No, I can't get you off my mind, and I'll never sign that dotted line.
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Holy 04:52
I'm on the path, I'm on my own Old Kerouac's carving in a stone I'm content, but it's well-known that men love byways like rights and wrongs, joys and woes, citadels, embroidered clothes - it's only holy, it ain't holy repetition. Then vines pile up and just add on, Old Kerouac's dead and gone. I think some nights, "It must be premonition, and to love or hate, reap or sow, turn up late or never show - it's only holy, it ain't holy, calculation." So I'm up at 5, the sun's still down - the paper boy ain't come around. It's winter, but soon it may be spring. Gets cold, gets hot, I'm up, I'm down, stay here and rot, pack up, leave town - it's only holy, it ain't holy confusion. Is that all there is, oh lord above? Give me a sign, I've had enough, and then there's silence and a stand with my guitar. Well, to be held still by the world, to ebb and flow (it all unfurls) - well that's the holy, it ain't holy deception. To make up the words as we go, to contemplate and never know, well that's the holy, it ain't holy resolution.

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released November 4, 2011

Sea Couch is Dan and Amanda Dorsey.
Additional Musicians on "Holy": Fletcher Smith - bass, Geff Stewart - fiddle, vocals, Jason Reed - percussion, vocals.
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Nate Pauzenga.
Cover photo by Jane Rufo.
Front and back art by Sea Couch.

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Sea Couch Baltimore, Maryland

Sea Couch is an acoustic folk duo from Baltimore consisting of husband and wife, Dan and Amanda Dorsey. They write and play melancholic folk songs focusing on stark instrumentation and soulful lyrics / harmonies. Their catalog of songs have been called “pretty and rustic,” “poignant and humorous,” and “inspiring without being sentimental,” by the Baltimore City Paper and the Shatterered Wig Press ... more

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