"Motel Americana"

by Bobbo Byrnes

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released July 28, 2017

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Track Name: Hold Me
We can’t stay here forever
These walls don’t lie.
We can’t hide from the sun
Just cause it burns us every time.

I know this life is killing us
I can see it in my eyes.
We need to sleep so deep
Until we find our blue skies

Hold me

I think of the sacrifice you made
Just following me
I’m a natural disaster.
And you’re the wine dark sea

Hold me

We can’t stay here forever
I want to knock these walls down
And run away with you
And never ever turn around.

Hold me
Track Name: Her Door
They got married early, never had no money
Then when he got laid off they really hit the skids
He started up his drinking, then they started fighting
He took it pretty badly, she took both the kids
She said: "I'm not standing by, to watch you slowly die
So watch me walking, out the door"
She said, "Shove it, Jack, I'm walking out the fucking door"
She went to her brother's, got a little bar work
He went to the Buttery, stayed about a year
Then he wrote a letter, said I want to see you
She thought he sounded better, she sent him up the fare
He was riding through the cane in the pouring rain
On Olympic to her door
He came in on a Sunday, every muscle aching
Walking in slow motion like he'd just been hit
Did they have a future? Would he know his children?
Could he make a picture and get them all to fit?
He was shaking in his seat riding through the streets
In a silvertop to her door
Track Name: APB
Jeffy came over late last night
Said “I gotta get out of sight.”
I said “Why? What’s there to see?”
Jeff said “Man, there’s an APB.”
There's an APB, there’s an APB
Jeff said “Man, there’s an APB.”

So I grabbed a case and headed down the stairs
To the basement room, “You’ll be safe down there.
Just lay low and I’ll look around,
Cause Jeff you’re better off underground.”
So I headed down to Grant’s Loan and Pawn
Figured he’d know what’s going on
He said “I saw the blues down by the lake.
What did Jeffy go and do with that .38?”
There's an APB, there’s an APB
Look out Jeffy, there’s an APB

So I hit The Well to grab a beer or two
Try and figure out just what to do
Everyone was wondering where he’d go
I knew too much is what I was told
I was shooting my mouth off when the cops walked in
Turns out harboring a fugitive is a sin
Later that night they took me home
But Jeffy didn’t know that I wasn’t alone

There's an APB, there’s an APB
Look out Jeffy, there’s an APB

Well I’m sorry Jeff, I didn’t mean to tell
Had a bit too much down at The Well
And I guess I’ll see you in seven to ten.
If you get out early, I’ll see you then
There's an APB, there’s an APB
Sorry Jeff, there was an APB
Track Name: Hate This Town
Well I dreamed that I was back
back in my hometown
and in my dream things were different
cause I stuck around
I dreamed of a house on a quiet little street
with a fridge full of beer and children at my feet

and I used to hate this town
oh, back when I lived here
in my dreams I don’t hate this town
I’m thinking I’m lucky I live here

well it seems in my dream
I’d taken my dad up on his offer
and took over the hardware store
and in my dream that old store
was looking better than it ever had before
I dreamed of a life lived in no rush
I dreamed of a quiet and gentle hush

Tell you, I used to hate this town
oh, back when I lived here
in my dreams I don’t hate this town
I’m thinking I’m lucky I live here

Well a few months after that dream
I found myself driving back
about all I could find of that old town
was a rusted out old railroad track
I dreamed of the difference I might have made
cause I dreamed of the difference if I had stayed

Tell you I used to hate this town
oh yeah, when I was there
in my dreams I don’t hate this town
I’m thinking I’m lucky I live here

Oh, why’d I ever leave this old town?
Didn’t want to work in no hardware store I wish I’d stayed.
Track Name: I may Never Know
There’s a storm behind my eyes
but you never hear a sound
it’s too late
to move to higher ground

I can’t tell you
what you want to hear
your mind has wandered
and mine ain’t clear

I’ve been waiting, waiting
waiting for the day
I can tell you, tell you
how it’s gonna be
when it’s coming, I
I may never,
I may never know,
I may never know.

I’m not gonna make this
a thing for you
my metaphors are thin
you can see right through

Force myself to tell a joke
to lighten the mood
but you’re not laughing
I’m always the fool.

I’ve been waiting, waiting
waiting for the day
I can tell you, tell you
how it’s gonna be
when it’s coming, I
I may never,
I may never know,
I may never know.



Solo

I know the words
to fix this
but they ain’t coming
across my lips.

I’ve been waiting, waiting
waiting for the day
I can tell you, tell you
how it’s gonna be
when it’s coming, I
I may never,
I may never know,
I may never know.
Track Name: Millsboro
Well, we set to working this grist mill with our hands
On the banks of Indian River just south of Maryland
Elisha said “Build a dam.” and we damned that riverbed
Water washed away the farm, I worked till my hands bled
In Millsboro

I can see my life spinning on this wheel
Grinding me away until there's nothing left to feel
I used to believe in the goodness of all men
Put my faith in God but now it’s growing dim
In Millsboro

Meet me down Old Landing Road where my farm once hid
Tonight we’ll steal away across the bridge
Of Millsboro

Goodbye Millsboro
Track Name: No Expectations
Take me to the station
Put me on a train
I've got no expectations
To pass through here again
Once I was a rich man
Now I am so poor
But never in my sweet short life
Have I felt like this before
Your heart is like a diamond
You throw your pearls to swine
And as I watch you leaving me
You pack my peace of mind
Our love was like the water
That splashes on a stone
Our love was like our music
Its here, and then its gone
So take me to the airport
And put me on a plane
I got no expectations
To pass through here again
Track Name: Nothing Needs To Be Said
It's 8 in the morning, the phone is ringing
someone must need a ride
it's my goddamn brother, I can tell by the ring
I just want to hide.

but the phone won't quit, so here I sit
bailing him out for the last time
the man in blue nods his head and says
"Can you pay his fine?"

I said "Man, where you going?"
Billy said "I don't know.
but these people round here are
all fucking crazy and one of us has to go."

I remember when daddy called him stupid
guess he took it to heart
It's 40 years on and he's still getting wasted
he's just playing the part.

Mom studied hard to be a nun
but she ended up a saint.
she taught me how some get more than others
and to take care of the faint

I said "Man, where you going?"
Billy said "I don't know.
but these people round here are
all fucking crazy and one of us has to go."

Now the air is cold, it cuts right through you
and it hurts to smile.
I look at my brother, he looks away
we walk for a while.

He said he don't know what he did last night
and rests his hands on his head
It's a quiet drive, Billy stares at his feet,
there's nothing needs to be said.
Track Name: 1, 2, 3
Got a tank full of gas and a pile of old maps of the highways
Gotta try and find my way
Across this big old country
Band broke up on tour, left me stranded just north of Corona
Traded my Telecaster
For this beat up old Ford

Now it’s one, two, three thousand miles back to you
Yeah it’s one, two, three thousand miles back to you

We were listening to Westerberg singing “Hold My Life”
The day I asked you to be my wife
“Time for this one to come alive”

Now it’s one, two, three thousand miles back to you
Yeah it’s one, two, three thousand miles back to you

Couldn’t take another day
Had to get the hell out of L.A.
Sun at my back and a sky so blue
My shadow’s pointing me home to you

I drove all night, now the sun’s rising over the Rockies
Three more days and I’ll be
Back in your arms and I’m never gonna leave

Now it’s one, two, three thousand miles back to you
Yeah it’s one, two, three thousand miles back to you

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