From the Swallows E.P. Clear Sky Relapse (2010)
Clear Sky Relapse
I don’t wanna come down
I’m riding high up in blue
Caught up in the jet stream
See the contrails drift behind me
Some strange clear sky relapse
A moment’s grace, a camera’s flash
Waiting for the crash
I can’t help but see the sights
Of a 12-gauge shotgun
Locked onto its target
I’m a bird without a future
A stone’s throw from the end
I could lift up and take flight
Try to save my own skin
But I don’t wanna come down
I don’t wanna come down
I just wanna be right
I just wanna be right
I just wanna be right here
No I won’t disappear
No I won’t disappear
I hope the wind will catch me
And carry me to happy
Where I stop repeating
Thoughts like records skipping
Forwards backwards jumping
Caught between the grooves ‘til I
Only hear the static
The sound of my heart pumping
The flutter of wings too weak to fly
No I won’t come down
I don’t wanna come down
I just wanna feel right
I just wanna feel right
I just want to be right here
No I won’t disappear
I just wanna feel right
I just wanna feel right
I just want to be right
Here
©2010 Crandall
Rattle Them Bones
Sleep, lay thee down to sleep
Cover your ears
The wild men out prowling
Tonight, the full moon is bright
The Harvest Home come
It’s time for rejoicing
So, don’t let them break down the door
Don’t let them rattle them bones
Tonight, old bogies will haunt
The vineyards will flow
The demons come calling
Mike beating on the trash can
Burn, their fires will burn
With reckless delight
They’ll dance ’til the morning
So, don’t let them break down the door
Don’t let them rattle them bones
Howl, hear the wind howl
The time will come soon
For long winter slumbers
But tonight, the wild men will fright
And all will delight
At the Wicker Man’s burning
So, don’t let them break down the door
Don’t let them rattle them bones
Peace, child, wait for the dawn
Sleep, child, and demons be gone
©2009 Crandall
Home
Oh, Lord, I wanna go home
Oh, Lord, I wanna go home
Feel it deep down in my bones
Oh, yeah, I want to go home
These legs too tired to roam
These arms can’t lift no more
This heart done turn to stone
Oh, yeah, I wanna to go home
©2010 Crandall
I Will Not Burn
Staring at this hole in the ground
I could slip right in without a sound
Down where things get lost and never get found
Smoke around this hole in the ground
Where I’m standing
Is deeper than I want to be
Where I’m standing
Is deeper than I want to be
Is deeper than I want to be
Is deeper than I want to be
But I will not burn
I will not burn
Cannot move ’cause I’m on guard
And I won’t stop until the last beat of my heart
Falling is easy, so I have to make it hard
Please don’t let me drop my guard
Where I’m standing
Is deeper than I want to be
Where I’m standing
Is deeper than I want to be
Is deeper than I want to be
Is deeper than I want to be
But I will not burn
I will not burn
©2010 Allison
The Ballad of Charon
It’s late
The air is thick as a blanket
We set sail against a new moon
The deck is cloaked in its pallid light
I watch the souls congregating
Around a starboard light
I used to long for uncharted worlds
Now I’d settle for some peace of mind
I feel the wheelhouse churning
Mechanics in motion
The last outpost of the living world
Shimmers in and out of sight
I’ve lost my taste for eternity
But you’ve got to stick at something
Tick, tock, another hour off the clock
Counting down to nothing
I wish I could turn this ship around
I take a long drag off my cigarette
Gaze over water deep and still
I can hear the sirens’ call
Echoing through the netherworld
We all wait for our turn
To lie down and claim defeat
We brace ourselves for the sucker punch
That will drop us to our knees
I wish I could turn this ship around
Only time knows what’s lost
It’s late, I check our bearings
And chart a course for the hidden deep
Sometimes you’ve got to stop yourself from hearing
Hope is a vanity and it will make you bleed
I said hope is a vanity and it will make you bleed
I wish I could turn this ship around
©2010 Crandall
High Water
Drowning man
High water
Hard winds
Blind rain
I don’t know why I won’t lend a hand
I don’t know why
Red clay
Cracked broken
River
Dry dust bone
The sweat on my fingers
Sucked up by the noon sun
The fields lie fallow
River – dry dust bone
Sky bleeds
Redemption
Hard earth
Gives way
High water
Moves swiftly
Over thirsty
Low lands
It came to me like a new horizon
Came to me and washed away my pain
It came to me like a new horizon
Came to me and washed away… my pain
©2009 Crandall
Album Credits
Released August 21, 2010
Jeff Crandall – vocals, guitar, piano
Aaron Kerr – cello, bass
Tyson Allison – vocals, guitar
Ben Steen – drums
Mike Nordby – percussion
Frank Spencer – guitar
All songs written, arranged and performed by Swallows
Recorded at Covert Transmissions, St. Paul, MN,
Gildersound, Forest Lake, MN
Recording produced by
Jeff Crandall and Swallows
Recording engineered by
Randy Gildersleeve and Jeff Crandall
Recording mastered by
Randy Gildersleeve
©2010 Swallow the Music LLC