The Decline of America Part One: The Bush Years

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1.
America's Oldest Home (free) 03:56
Did you wake up without me I didn’t hear you go But I can tell something’s changed In America’s oldest home And though I feel something’s different I don’t really know Though it’s true it’s unspoken There’s so many ways to feel like we’re home There’s so many ways to feel like we’re home And property can be a sanctuary Can be a place where you know nothing’s going to change But that’s a rarity, almost imaginary You can feel it when things get rearranged Did you wake up without me again? Well I should have known I can smell breakfast drifting through America’s oldest home And when I wake up tomorrow the walls will be gone Though it’s true it’s unspoken There’s so many ways to feel like we’re home There’s so many ways to feel like we’re home
2.
Greatest Generation (free) 04:41
I felt it coming and thought I could deal with it myself Compare it to history. Always put the blame on someone else And I know you felt it coming too. I heard you sigh with every breath We did what we could to stay awake. Too afraid to sleep I guess Well I felt it coming but I didn’t know Guilty as charged with thinking something’s got to go But you always had compassion. Troubled by every word I said And I thought I had the cooler head Oh-oh-oh who’s gonna stop me now? Who’s gonna break my heart? Who’s gonna change my mind? Oh-oh-oh, who’s gonna make a stand? Who’s gonna ruin my plans and help things get better? Stop what you’re doing. You don’t have a choice Everything’s different now I think I heard from one gigantic voice I always made light of sacrifice and you always knew enough to cry And I’m left here standing speechless gazing at an empty patch of sky And you might not get to decide why not get older why not die? I'll make a bet these endless autumn afternoons aren't over yet Well I felt it coming and thought I was so intelligent Home was the last place on my mind but home was the first place that I went And you were there waiting for me. Made me some coffee while it blazed We sat on the couch, kept breaking down as we watched TV for five days And you might not get to decide why not get older why not die? I’ll make a bet these cloudless autumn afternoons aren't over yet And I felt it come and I watched them go Don’t ask me. I don’t know Oh-oh-oh who’s gonna stop me now? Who’s gonna break my heart? Who’s gonna change my mind? Oh-oh-oh, who’s gonna force my hand? Who’s gonna ruin my plans and help things get better? Oh-oh-oh who’s gonna stop me now? Who’s gonna break my heart? Who’s gonna change my mind? Oh-oh-oh, who’s gonna make a stand? Who’s gonna ruin my plans and help things get better? Home was the last place on my mind but home was the first place that I went
3.
Abraham Man (free) 03:45
Say your ideas I’m sure I won’t like them but that’s just the guy that I am Conservative, staid, with an eye towards the old world A sophisticated, continent man And I’ve paid for nothing that I haven’t wanted Though I may have regretted the cost And sometimes I wake up and try to recover The latest refinement I’ve lost Well some say it’s bliss but still questions persist And you’re far from the things that you planned Asking, “Who was that Abraham man?” Let it out when you’re lonely Let it out when you’re bored Let it out you’re too tired to hold it And pray something vital’s restored Well some say it’s bliss but still questions persist ‘Til you don’t know quite where you stand There’s a smile on the Abraham man Say your ideas. I won’t understand you My ears are still ringing with the fear I’ll be caught With a hand in your pocket. A hand on your wallet To give you whatever I’ve got Well some say it’s bliss but still questions persist And you’re left with the gun in your hand Asking, “Who was that Abraham man?”
4.
Too Late (free) 02:58
I think it’s funny when you act like you know me When almost every day I feel like I can surprise myself And I'll be with you when the going gets lonely and everybody’s saying that it’s too late Everybody’s asking me “Hey what is wrong with you?” As if my old excuses didn’t work anymore I have to tell 'em hey just look at the longer view And if you’re hear some knocking and there’s trouble at your door then it’s too late It’s cold when all the credit freezes and all everyone sees is doubt Thought you might pick up all the pieces But you will quickly find that they’ve been scattered all about and now it’s too late You love the sound of cathedral bells And you love the feel of things going well Don’t you know that nothing’s really even wrong Though it’s hard to believe that now when you’ve felt so abandoned so long. You can lean on me though you’re the one who’s holding me up Faith will get you most of the way. combined with just a little luck Or is it a little faith combined with a big mess of luck Or is it just too late.
5.
Chicago River Song (free) 03:33
It’s hard to choose direction It’s hard to pick a side On the two foot hump of a sub-continental divide Where floods take their time And mud is waist high Will you wait? Will you wait? ‘Til canals take their place Will you wait? Will you wait? ‘Til these floodlands are erased. We’ll dynamite through dolomite We’ll drain the Skokie marsh We’ll raise the city up and make it tall We’ll flood the Mississippi And bleed the Great Lakes dry And worry ‘bout each rain drop when it falls Don’t you believe me? Nothing is ever lost in here Stored in Deep Tunnel Waiting for its time to reappear Will you wait? Will you wait? Don’t you believe me? Nothing is ever lost and everything will find its way in time In time And if you only knew how I have tried To open locks and fling the floodgates wide And let the water flow What things will float, what things will sink, what things will overflow We’ll change the source, reverse the course and watch the city grow The landfill shifts, banks start to give. It won’t take very much For us to flood downtown and learn to drown while keeping our heads up. We’re working hard we’re working hard we’re working hard we’re working hard Building buildings to the sky and tunneling tunnels down beneath them There’s just concrete over water over mud that’s always shifting When you get down to the bottom and you find my outstretched hand please pull me up.
6.
Every Damn Light (free) 04:45
I like all the changes you made to my room Like taking the walls down and putting up trees You took all my lamps but you turned on the moon And strung millions of lights through the branches and leaves Now I don’t weigh much Every breeze carries me Every stream sweeps me away so I float on my back And look up at all of your lights I got all the messages you left at my door The crashing of waves on the living room floor The moaning of attics as they fill up with sand And the quiet of waiting for something to land Will you tell me when the ceiling comes down? Will you mention the river when it floods this whole town? Will you walk out just because you’re so free Why’re you so moody when everyone came to see Every damn light Every damn light Every damn light that you put up so faithfully I note all the changes you thought I’d forget I‘ve marked each transaction – each credit, each debt I thought things were balanced. I thought we were done But there’s millions of lights going out one by one Will you call me before it begins? Will you send me a letter before the tides roll on in? Were there walls once, there’s no trace on the land I walk to the river and wade in and when I lie back I see Every damn light Every damn light Every damn light that you put out so faithfully
7.
Got up this morning. Couldn’t find my keys Couldn’t find my briefcase. Couldn’t find the train Couldn’t find my office. Couldn’t find my job Then I couldn’t find my money so I couldn’t get my stuff And now there’s no more Main St. There’s no more Wall Street. We're just left with Mall Street and all the stores are closed. Get up. Get dressed. As if you really have a place to go. Is it noon already? I was so sure that I would make it out the door. And now I’m walkin’ down the street. Smile at everyone I meet But they’re all lookin’ down. You can text or you can tweet. Everybody just retreats. You might just head downtown You got to tell them that you want them You got to tell them that you need them or they won’t know. Just hold my hand out I’ll catch some business cards They blow like tumbleweeds through all the lost backyards. Yesterday you could buy wine. Now it’s just another sign That nobody wants to read. A busy signal every time, on the unemployment line So who’s gonna talk to me? There’s no more Main St. There’s no more Wall Street. We’re just left with Mall Street and all the stores are closed. Is it gone? Is it there? Do I really even care? Why even sing this song? I feel you on the street Walking to a steady beat You seem to carry on When every map’s redrawn And all that was there is gone But there’s the same amount of love The same amount of love We’re all in this together when that push becomes a shove I want to see you. I want to be there but all the stores are closed I want to drink this. I want to buy that but all the stores are closed How can you meet me? How can you know me when all the stores are closed. I want to kiss you. I really need you when all the stores are closed Will you still want me? Will you still love me when all the stores are closed You need to come back. You might forget me when all the stores are closed
8.
Fire Drill (free) 04:55
You took the back way in You can take the back way out Whatever way that you know And the people you love are still people you doubt sometimes And then some So get to the exit, whichever one’s near When you hear that bell ringing we all have to clear We’ll count off outside, make sure everyone’s here Well Canada’s up and Mexico’s down The world a plane ride away You’ve got some money in the bank Enough to get through the month And then some So walk, don’t run. Calmly and careful And leave all your stuff it won’t go anywhere “Til you come back to get it and find it’s not burned We’ll bide our time to save our lives And douse fires set by starts And we’ll practice leaving every day We’ll practice leaving every day We’ll practice leaving every day You can’t tell if you’re right by the things that you left With every change of your heart You got some friends you don’t like And those friends you’ve have never guessed And then some Well you can head for the border or you can wait by the curb Or you can keep your mouth shut ‘til directions are heard Or you can learn to speak Spanish I’ll teach you a useful word Adios.
9.
Raise a Glass (free) 02:37
Wake up Jacob No need to make the long long climb It’s enough to stay down here and multiply 12 is fine Greeks and Romans You sure as hell did take your time Defining what we now call civilized Have some wine And we’ll raise a glass or eight to barbarians at the gate Is your cellar full? Are you comfortable? Then it’s too late Down through the centuries Each turn they took defines what you will find Now all these memories you never had are stuck inside your mind And I know you do You have that sleepy look of pain And a troubled smile when things don’t stay the same Just like Cain Sultans, princes, pharaohs, kings and caliphates I’d love to stay but hey it’s getting late It’s been great So let’s raise a glass or four to barbarians at the door It’s only sociable plus it’s not negotiable anymore Not anymore
10.
Remember the Maine (free) 06:52
Remember the Maine You might believe it’s something different A torch in the night A reason to fight in Havana The stories we read Replaced events that happened instead A bomb by remote or a boiler explodes Does it matter? But don’t you worry ‘bout the things that we’ve done We’ll tell our sons tomorrow Explain that it was an expedient guess that turned out for the best today Yee-ha If you need a decision If you need to take a break The New York World and the Morning Journal will help you Read the New York World every morning I can’t quite believe it though I know it’s not true Like fate it breaks right through Do you remember the Maine? Like a shout across the ocean to Spain The island is ours Just look in the stars you will see it You have to believe We’re here to help a future friend who’s in need But it won’t be too long before we are gone once again Well don’t you worry ‘bout the things that we did We’ll tell the kids tomorrow We’ll let them know that there were times in the past When things moved as fast as today Yee-ha and olé Yee-ha and olé Though sand’s thrown in your eyes you face the sun Yee-ha and olé Yee-ha and olé You’ve got hundreds of decisions Let us help you make just one Onward to Havana The winter’s long and we need time in the sun A torch in the night A reason to fight and take the poolside cabana Onward to Havana The winter’s long and we need time in the sun The stories we read An island in need Of a full-blown bonanza Onward to Havana The winter’s long and we need time in the sun Remember the Maine To hell with Spain Why are my fingers all yellow? Onward to Havana The winter’s long and we need time in the sun A splendid little war Who could ask for more? To take us straight to the top Onward to Havana The winter’s long and we need time in the sun We’ll win in four months time And stay ‘til ‘59 Then adios mis amigos Remember the Maine
11.
Call of the Waters (free) 05:18
Please don't wait for me Just float along I've got something that I need to do on my own I have doubted. I have resisted I've thought there's something wrong But I must be going now. I've heard the call And I will listen. I will follow. I will pass right through that wall And you will be left inside. You won't see me no more And I felt so different when I heard the call of the waters I could hear all the stars singing their siren song. And then something stretched taut and snapped in the darkness And I stepped out and entered my beautiful home And will you wave? Will you wave goodbye to me? And you are no different though you're safe in your driveway You sit in your car just a moment too long And with a twinge of regret you might not even notice You step out and enter your beautiful home
12.
Wake Up in Brooklyn (free) 03:52
I’ll smoke your cigarettes, breathe in the fires that you light Buy all the brownstones and sleep in a new one each night Run along Brighton Beach, tracing the saltwater tide If I picture you on the Q does it mean you’ll arrive Well it won’t mean nothin’ ‘til we wake up in Brooklyn I follow you through several neighborhoods I can’t recall Cross concrete that holds summer heat though it’s well into fall Seventeen stoop sales until you have found the right dress Of course I’ll agree that I think it’s the best Mmmmm, something’s happening The sun is so bright but it’s still the middle of the night. Where is the night? Sell me the Brooklyn Bridge. I want my name on the deed. I’m going native. You’ll never recognize me. Real estate dreams over streets just trying to wake up. I won’t bother telling you that I’m in love ‘Cause it won’t mean nothin’ ‘til we wake up in Brooklyn

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A musical travelogue through the Bush Years, from the fall of the WTC to the financial crisis.

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released May 17, 2010

All songs recorded, mixed and kind-of-mastered by Dave in various apartments, basements, theaters and sorority houses in IL and NY, except Chicago River Song, whose initial recording sessions were produced by J.D. Foster and engineered by Ross Bonadonna at Wombat Studios in Brooklyn. Thanks to Doug Stone, J.D. Foster and Piñataland for donating those sessions to this non-Piñataland project.

Special thanks to composer/producer Ethan Stoller for expertise, ideas, and an awesome sleighbell track while mixing. Check out his work at dynamiteham.com

A big thank you to all the musicians. This album was recorded while I was unemployed and everyone was kind enough to donate their time and talent to the project, even the few times I offered to pay people some piddling amount. I’m lucky to know so many talented and fantastically nice people, especially Aaron Zemelko whose contributions and friendship throughout the recording have been as creative and steady as his bass playing.

And of course all my love to my family, who not only are fabulous as family but also as collaborators, employers and friends.

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