SAINT PETER

saint peter left st louis

in search of something better

he’s still looking for something that may never be

his cousin’s not right

in the head never has been

he finds answers to all of his questions on daytime tv

It’s fine i don’t care it don’t it matter whatever nevermind

mostly i’m quite aware of the mess i leave behind

i fly real close to the sun

i keep getting burned i don’t know why

sometimes it’s confusing but mostly i’m used to it

i keep getting burned i don’t know why

It’s fine i don’t care it don’t it matter whatever nevermind

mostly i’m quite aware of the wrecks i’ve left behind

saint peter left st louis in search of redemption

 

Written and produced by Dave Hollier

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Chuck Goodwin at Sinik Sound, Bozeman, MT

Dave Hollier: Guitar, Vocals, Synth

Jeff Jensen: Drums

Aaron Banfield: Bass

Ben Roth: Guitar, Baritone Guitar

Sam Hollier: Cello

Lucy Hollier: Trombone

BUTTERFLY JOINT

you say that you will but you never do

you never do

you don’t even try you don’t even try

something inside has kind of died

it’s kind of died

and you don’t even try you don’t even try

sitting on the sidewalk southeast of western

southeast of western

and I got nothing to lose I got nothing to lose

It takes a butterfly joint to hold me together

to hold me together

I’ve come unhinged and unglued

i’m unhinged and unglued

those big ideas they just keep kicking you around son

standing on the south side facing toward the north

and i can’t see nothing can’t see nothing of course

i’m standing on the south side facing toward the north

and i can’t see nothing can’t see nothing of course

i’ve got these big ideas they keep kicking me around son

my big ideas they just keep kicking me around son

 

Written and produced by Dave Hollier

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Chuck Goodwin at Sinik Sound, Bozeman, MT

Dave Hollier: Guitar, Vocals, Synth

Jeff Jensen: Drums

Aaron Banfield: Bass

Ben Roth: Guitar

Sam Hollier: Cello

CALIFORNIA STARS

clark flipped his hayrig into the river

lucinda singing trying to save his soul

i did some time there in the devil’s half acre

lucinda singing trying to save my soul

now i can’t shake the feeling i’m running out of time

i can’t shake the feeling i’m running out of time

becky left brooklyn a three time loser

setting her sights on those california stars

she got hung up here in the bitteroot valley

gave not one more thought to those california stars

those california stars they shine and shine

those california stars they shine and shine

becky’s still standing here in wild eyed wonder

at the land and the water and wide open skies

and all of the wrong turns that finally brought her here

to clark who left his mark on pipeorgan bridge

i can’t shake the feeling i’m running out of time

i can’t shake the feeling i’m running out of time

i can’t shake the feeling i’m running out of time

those california stars were yours

those california stars were yours

those california stars were yours and mine

Written and produced by Dave Hollier

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Chuck Goodwin at Sinik Sound, Bozeman, MT

Dave Hollier: Guitar, Vocals,

Jeff Jensen: Drums

Aaron Banfield: Bass

Ben Roth: Guitar

Sam Hollier: Cello

BROWN

she bust right through that door

flashed a smile like the open sky

sunlight cut like a knife

through that cold november day

brown that’s the color of my true loves eyes

she gave me all kinds of warnings

right from the very start

said i’ll bring you trouble

i’ll bring you all kinds of trouble

brown that’s the color of my true loves eyes

now she’s wrestling her demons

yeah they’re tough little suckers

she pins their arms and rubs their heads

till she gets em to settle down

then at night their heads burst right into flames

she was just a little girl

hand caught in a slamming door

standing there silently weeping

standing waiting and weeping

all alone in this big wide world

joy i heard you calling my name all these years

joy now that i’ve found you

i pray you’ll stay pray you’ll pray you’ll stay

now this one’s looking for jesus

and i think that she’s found him

but he can be tricky

just like all the rest of em

brown that’s the color of my true loves eyes

and they all think that they’re the one

and every one of them’s right

and every one of them’s wrong

‘cause we’re all one and we all ain’t nothing

brown well you know what kind of eye’s she’s got

joy i heard you calling my name all these years

joy now that i’ve found you i pray you’ll stay pray you’ll pray you’ll stay

 

Written and produced by Dave Hollier

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Chuck Goodwin at Sinik Sound, Bozeman, MT

Dave Hollier: Guitar, Vocals, Synth

Jeff Jensen: Drums

Aaron Banfield: Bass

Ben Roth: Guitar,

Sam Hollier: Cello

Lucy Hollier: Vocals

MOUTH FULL OF BEES

a mouth full of bees

a pocket full of teeth

you stand there and find you’re a stump

your heads all a flutter

it’s crammed and it’s cluttered

suddenly you find you’re a stump

you’re smart and articulate

but you’re not right no you’re not right no you’re not right

hiding behind the clouds

the stars shine bright the stars shine bright the stars shine bright

he say’s darling i guess

my love it’s obscure

it dances and hides from the light

so don’t look too close

don’t hold too tight

the beast it skitters off in the night

the beast it skitters off in the night

you’re smart and articulate

but you’re not right

hiding behind the clouds

the stars shine bright

the bump and the grind

the whispering pines

they’ll tell us all we need to know

we may feel some panic

as our time draws near

and suddenly we find we’re just stumps

as suddenly we find we’re just stumps

we’re smart and articulate

but we’re not right no we’re not right

hiding behind the clouds

the stars shine bright

the stars shine bright

Written and produced by Dave Hollier

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Chuck Goodwin at Sinik Sound, Bozeman, MT

Dave Hollier, Guitar, Vocals

Jeff Jensen, Drums

Aaron Banfield, Bass

Ben Roth, Guitar

Sam Hollier, Cello

GRAVITY AND FRICTION

a late september night south of provo

i pull in at diamond creek to sleep a couple hours before driving north

cold on the ground und billions of stars

i’m overwhelmed by the possibilities life offers

the hope the heartache the beginnings the middles the ends

i think of you

under a blanket of stars

the sky it’s a cathedral

it’s a chorus of beating hearts

the milky way spread thick like tapioca

i dream of you

under a blanket of stars

don’t be amused

by misery and heartache

god knows for sure

you’ll get your fair share

the hard knocks and kicks

and hits that life throws you

they’ll knock you down

go find yourself

go find yourself your blanket of stars

expect to be affected

by gravity and friction

though sometimes you’ll find

the rules won’t apply

you won’t be immune to weather or heartbreak

go find yourself

go find yourself your blanket of stars

 

Written and produced by Dave Hollier

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Chuck Goodwin at Sinik Sound, Bozeman, MT

Dave Hollier: Guitar, Vocals

Jeff Jensen: Drums

Aaron Banfield: Bass

Ben Roth: Guitar

Sam Hollier: Cello

GIACOMO’S ASSISTANT

giacomo’s assistant

she kept them wrapped right around her finger

pulling strings the way no other girl could do

she’ll read you her scars

like she’s reading dostoevsky

you try to keep the names straight

but still you can’t let go

giacomo’s assistant

she loved francisco’s paintings

she called him little priest

for the way he held his hands

throwing rocks out in the courtyard

and of course one hit his forehead

and it bled so much the other kids

were sure that he was dead

and all the world

it’s laid out there right before her

she can see it

but she can’t reach out

and touch the things she loves

and nothing is real

they’re just stories we keep repeating

repeating over and over

until they all come true

and all the world

it’s laid out there right before her

she can see it

but she can’t reach out

and touch the things she loves

 

Written and produced by Dave Hollier

Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Chuck Goodwin at Sinik Sound, Bozeman, MT

Dave Hollier: Guitar, Vocals

Jeff Jensen: Drums

Aaron Banfield: Bass

Ben Roth: Guitar

Sam Hollier: Cello

Lucy Hollier: Trombone

THESE DAYS

i’m not a loaded gun

i’m not the only one

staring into the sun

these days

swing your hammer

hit your thumb

it leaves you deaf and dumb

it’s happening to everyone

these days

a flatbed ford and a fistful of bills

we’re dreaming some american dream

and falling apart at the seams

hey hey we’re falling apart at the seams

hey hey we’re falling apart at the seams

these day

broken promises

all that jazz

you don’t have much

no one has

we’re ugly and small and mean

these days

you choose your words

you pick your fights

you try to do what’s right

you’re small slights come back in spades

these days

a flatbed ford and a fistful of bills

we’re dreaming some american dream

and falling apart at the seams

hey hey we’re falling apart at the seams

hey hey we’re falling apart at the seams

these day

we took a page from the book of nothing

there’s going to be hell to pay

and nobody knows what it means

hey hey we’re angry and bitter and mean

hey hey we’re falling apart at the seams these days

 

Written and produced by Dave Hollier

Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Chuck Goodwin at Sinik Sound, Bozeman, MT

Dave Hollier: Guitar, Vocals, Synth

Jeff Jensen: Drums

Aaron Banfield: Bass

Ben Roth: Guitar, Synth

Sam Hollier: Cello