Voices from the Moon

by Jack Hotel

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Bonnie L. Parish Its the perfect blend of great storytelling, e xcellemt artistry and its just plain wonderfully fun to listen to! Favorite track: Hattie Barlow.
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1.
Hattie Barlow, like the knife blade Sharpens when she draws across a stone Blood and thunder tear asunder Clean the marrow from the bone Clean the marrow from the bone She's a master haberdasher She can sew herself to anybody's side In the lowlands, in the quicksand She's the apple of my eye She's the apple of my eye She steps into the fire and her body is impervious to flame A rose is still a rose and Hattie's Hattie if she goes And calls herself by any other name Like a jigsaw on a seesaw When she gets a belly full of bootleg wine How I miss her sweet elixir I think about my Hattie all the time I think about my Hattie all the time She steps into the fire and her body is impervious to flame A rose is still a rose and Hattie's Hattie if she goes And calls herself by any other name If you don't know Hattie Barlow You can tell her by the saunter in her stride But if you see her, don't believe her She can hide a thousand years behind her eyes And live a thousand years with that disguise She steps into the fire and her body is impervious to flame A rose is still a rose and Hattie's Hattie even if she goes And calls herself by any other body's name
2.
Paint 04:17
I lay beneath an apple tree Watched the branches and the leaves The sun was shiverin' in the breeze Throwin' dapples on the shade And in the shelter I had made It was easier to believe That our love would never fade And that you would never leave I'd rather be the shadow shade Underneath your window sill Where the sun don't ever spill And the paint don't ever fade On the green side of the hill Well protected from the day Where the sun don't ever spill And the paint don't ever fade On the low side of the road Or the dark side of the moon Buried underneath a stone Hid away from common view Like a turtle in a shell Or a wish thrown in a well Or a secret you don't tell Because you hope it isn't true I'd rather be the shadow shade Underneath your window sill Where the sun don't ever spill And the paint don't ever fade People's hair grows white with age From white to yellow turns the page And the meadow turns to brown When the seasons turn around I'd rather be the shadow shade Underneath your window sill Where the sun don't ever spill And the paint don't ever fade
3.
If there's a book then someone has to number every page From the time you draw a breath, that's when they start to count your age First they'll count you up in inches, then they'll count you up in feet They'll teach you how to count, then they'll put you in the street And the first thing that you'll learn is how to count how much you own If you can count to ten, well, then you're good as fully grown You'll learn to count most everything that passes into view It's just as natural as the air that passes in and out of you You'll count the happy couples with their fingers interclasped And the men who line the gutter with all the other gutter trash And you will wake up in a cold motel, alone and drenched with sweat You'll count four and twenty blackbirds drawn in moonlit silhouette Four and twenty blackbirds drawn in moonlit silhouette Reflected in the broken motel television set Something's gonna happen, hasn't even happened yet Four and twenty blackbirds and you're cold, alone, and wet You'll fumble for the bedside table's partial cigarette It only cost a nickel, it's as much as you could get And the four and twenty traincars as they rattle on down the track All seem to rattle off the reasons you don't have the things you lack The moon is like the second hand while the seasons pass the hour Time's a cruel accountant sitting in some counting tower With money and hate and love and fate and the weight of your misdeeds And all the times you've tried and simply failed to succeed They're counting your alliances and counting your mistakes And if they give you something they'll keep track of what you take And you will wake up in a cold motel, alone and drenched with sweat You're divested of your plenty, you're cold, alone, and wet Four and twenty blackbirds drawn in moonlit silhouette Reflected in the ancient motel television set Something's gonna happen, hasn't even happened yet Four and twenty blackbirds and you're cold, alone, and wet One goes to the money, two goes to the show Kid, they'll gladly sell you tickets if you got enough to go
4.
Two-Bar Town 04:02
It's a two-bar town, seen better days No one comin' round off the interstate They moved the spot for the county fair The last thing you got is the getting there There's the getting lost, but no getting found There's no getting out of a two-bar town The old ferris wheel makes a silhouette Eight legs of steel on a red sunset You can walk the street from end to end Lots of folks to meet but not a single friend See the neon shine when the sun goes down There's no getting out of a two-bar town In a two-bar town, there's no night or day There's just sun comes out, sun goes away There's the getting lost, but no getting found There's no getting out of a two-bar town The old motel has a buzzing sign And you might as well stop and stay the night While you lie awake, you hear the westbound train Makes the glass to shake in the window frame It'll make your teeth to sweat, make your heart to pound There's no getting out of a two-bar town In a two-bar town, there's no night or day There's just sun comes out, sun goes away There's the getting lost, but no getting found There's no getting out of a two-bar town There's no getting out of a two-bar town
5.
Lightning splits the sky in two One side's me and one side's you Rain streaks across the glass It's quiet through the underpass I love to hear them drivers sing I love the sound of that big machine I hear the wind and I hear the rain I love to watch the storm From the window of a train Conductor's coming, making rounds An hour to the closest town I know that I am getting old 'cause I feel the rainstorm in my bones I love to hear them drivers sing I love the sound of that big machine I hear the wind and I hear the rain I love to watch the storm From the window of a train Lightning splits the sky in two One side's me and one side's you Rain streaks across the glass It's quiet through the underpass I'm thinkin' what you said was true How I always run away from you I love to hear them drivers sing I love the sound of that big machine I hear the wind and I hear the rain I love to watch the storm From the window of a train
6.
When I was just a little baby buggy bumper Daddy bought a ticket to the airshow And I wished that I was flippin' like a fighter pilot Way above the world somewhere Perfect teeth, perfect hair And I wished that I was flippin' like a fighter pilot Way above the world somewhere Frog on a lilypad, pocket full of river sand Heart like a bucket full of dewdrops You can see the rocks in the water And the water trippin' over the rocks Easy breeze, easy chair And I wished that I was driftin' in a riverboat Captain of the river somewhere Singer on a jukebox, mouth full of pop rocks Mama's belly up on the barstool She said you can be anybody that you wanna Don't you let 'em turn you into a fool
7.
Don't the days pass by like years and years pass by like moving trains Don't the pictures we remember turn to stories in our brains I could pick up all the pieces and arrange them in a line But I don't know what to do with all these memories of mine On the weekends I get blurry and I give myself away I never used to talk this much without a thing to say I never used to feel like getting lost and breaking down While I'm down here my mind's a thousand feet up off the ground I have memories of flying much brighter than a dream Where the curve of earth itself spreads out in gray and blue and green If I concentrate I see it from the corner of my eye I have memories of flying, I've forgotten how to fly You can tell me that I'm cray 'cause I do it all the time I know I've traded better angels for my whiskey, beer, and wine I don't know if I'm staying or if I'm only passing through I don't know what I remember or what I've been told is true I have memories of flying embedded in my brain I wonder where I've been before and whom I might contain I'm tired of tomorrow but it hasn't happened yet I have memories of flying I'm unable to forget I have memories of flying through the rubble and the rust If a man cannot believe himself whom can he truly trust I could see the tops of all the trees and brush them with my hand I have memories I forgot for lack of knowing how to land I have memories of flying, I tell it to you true When I'm bymyself they call to me like voices from the moon And they ring across the neighborhood, the mountains and the sea I have memories of flying you can't take away from me I have memories of flying you can't take away from me
8.
I got heartbreak by the bundle, I got pity by the pound I got heartbreak by the bundle, I got pity by the pound I got pity by the pound, step right up and come on down Everybody's talkin' 'bout what I got for sale My daddy was a brakeman, my mama was a train My daddy was a brakeman, my mama was a train My mama was a train, through wind and weather, shine or rain Mountain or plateau or plain, over hill and dale It's just as well, it's just as well Don't are if it's poison if there's water in the well It's just as well, it's just as well You can't buy love but it's something you can sell I've been climbing over fences and sleeping in my shoes I've been climbing over fences and sleeping in my shoes When I'm sleeping in my shoes, give me something I can use Bent and empty, broke and bruised, honey, can't you tell It's just as well, it's just as well Don't are if it's poison if there's water in the well It's just as well, it's just as well You can't buy love but it's something you can sell It's just as well, it's just as well Don't are if it's poison if there's water in the well It's just as well, it's just as well You can't buy love but it's something you can sell You can't buy love but it's something you can sell You can't buy love but it's something you can sell You can't buy love but it's something you can sell
9.
Sadie Says 04:53
Sadie says she's out of gasoline She has daisy chains tied around her sleeve She always stays up late, waiting on a sign But the days escape when she shuts her eyes She says, "I don't wanna wait for the light to change It's four in the morning and I'm feeling strange It rained all night and the streets are wet And the ticking of my heart is sticking in my breath I don't wanna waste another minute Wanna leave right now, wanna get back in it" Sadie laughs and covers up her teeth She has shaky hands and rubber in her knees She ties a lazy braid and fixes up her hair And writes her maiden name in the morning air She says, "I don't wanna wait for the light to change It's four in the morning and I'm feeling strange It rained all night and the streets are wet And the ticking of my heart is sticking in my breath I don't wanna waste another minute Wanna go right now, wanna go and get it" Sadie says as long as she is young She's only gonna pray with candy on her tongue
10.
The hospital in Jackson has an angel painted on the western side When I close my eyes I see a far horizon etched into my mind The sun goes down behind me and it's brightest right before it starts to die Then it rises up in front of me and breathes across my body like a sigh From Cheyenne to Buffalo, the mountains hangin' heavy in the mist With every inhalation I can feel the past and future in my chest December was the quickest way I knew to throw myself onto the pyre September is an ember at the bottom of a California fire The air up in the mountains is clean but it's also rarefied The hospital in Jackson has an angel painted on the western side My head's a glass of wine and my spine's as fragile as the stem There's a universe of stars and I am part of every single one of them I sat down with a cigarette and tried to put your letter to a song It said love can invent you if you let it represent you for too long It said love can overcome you if you allow that love to run you underground And when it's taken from you you're a driving wheel fallen out of round The roads that cross Wyoming are redder than a spiderweb of veins There's a park in Alameda where I spent a lonely night between the trains The hospital in Jackson has an angel painted on the western side I am bound that way tomorrow, babe, along the straightest path that I can find Because my memory is sharper than a breath but also harder than a bone When I got to Salt Lake City, man, I slept against a cemetery stone I spent a month in Reno with a girl who didn't know my given name All along I stayed a part of you like sparks are living particles of flame The hospital in Jackson has an angel painted on the western side What good are good intentions if you're living with a cancer in your mind What good is California if you're not allowed to leave your past behind The hospital in Jackson has an angel painted on the western side The hospital in Jackson has an angel painted on the western side

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released May 13, 2016

(c) 2016 Jack Hotel. Recorded by Matty Sanders. Produced by Günter Voelker and Joe Salvati. Mixed by Matty Sanders and Jack Hotel. Mastered by Doug Van Sloun at Focus Mastering in Omaha, NE. All songs by Günter Voelker.

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Jack Hotel Lincoln, Nebraska

Jack Hotel contains multitudes. A listen to their sophomore release, Voices from the Moon, reveals a range that encompasses Ry Cooder and Leo Kottke, Gillian Welch and Townes Van Zandt, Mississippi John Hurt and Etta Baker--but this band is no mere product of its influences. Since their start in 2012, Jack Hotel has proven itself one of the best, and most original, folk acts in the midwest. ... more

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