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 CrandallRattle 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 CrandallHome
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 CrandallI 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 AllisonThe 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 CrandallHigh 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 CrandallAlbum 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