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Susan Across The Ocean

by The Silos

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LET'S TAKE SOME DRUGS AND DRIVE AROUND © 1991 Michael Hall p 1991 Aznut Music, BMI There's nothing to do There's nothing to say And everything I know, I knew yesterday Until something new comes around Let's go take some drugs and drive around Let's do something dumb, let's get in a fight I'd rather get beat up than sit around all night Let's go get some lights, let's go get some sound Let's go take some drugs and drive around Drive around Gas up the car, get some beer too How about a sixpack for me and a twelvepack for you Turn off your TV When you were a kid you didn't want to grow up and be a bum Be treated like the morons we've become I turn on my radio, all I hear is metal and motown Let's go take some drugs and drive around Drive around Turn out the headlights, let's go get lost And every blind lane we must cross Every poor boy who fears for his life Get out of our way or get in and ride As we drive and drive Just saying no to drugs is easy if you got The kind of life that I have not But honey if I did, I'd lay that money down Buy some more drugs and drive around Drive around
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UPSIDE DOWN INSTEAD © 1993 Walter Salas-Humara p 1993 Lagartija Music, BMI The key was worn and the key was bronze The door to her room and the night beyond They shook it to the left and they raised their voices They shook it to the right and they forgot about their losses Why do we lie? Why do we try so hard? Why do we fight inside our heads? Honey, upside down instead Drowning in an ocean of indecision Round and around the world on a whim Losing all sense of intuition Holding to an image of you You can fight yourself but it takes too long Life's too short to drag yourself down Let's mix it up, open our minds Shake our heads and leave our worries behind Repeat Chorus
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SHAKING ALL OVER THE PLACE © 1993 Walter Salas-Humara and Manuel Verzosa p 1993 Lagartija Music, BMI We might walk there someday We can talk it out on the phone I can hear you on the phone This time I hear your voice Shaking all over the place We laughed at his performance You offered him a job He said he was impossible to work with And he danced right out of the room Shaking all over the place Into the middle of the road Shaking all over the place Throw it all away Words never came together I could see them but I could not make them speak How we get on with one another The one, the two, the three Shaking all over the place The sixes, the sevens all got away Shaking all over the place
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Evangeline 05:13
EVANGELINE Copyright 1995 Walter Salas-Humara Publiished 1995 Lagartija Music, BMI Fourteen hours, fourty-five days One more impulse to disobey Evangeline Listens to nothing but pavement Evangeline Drive and drive to Los Angeles The man is restless He is a husband and a salaried employee The woman is proud and hopeful She has a career and wants a family CHORUS The sounds of music are drifting futher and further away It takes some kind of concentration to curve and shake and bend and sway Evangeline Breaking down the pavement Evangeline Drive and drive to Los Angeles Evangeline Take the grapevine to Los Angeles I want to know What brought you here Was it the reverb Was it the snare drum Was it the wonderful guitar Was is the bass Was the shape of this stage Was it the shape
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ALL SHE WROTE © 1993 Walter Salas-Humara p 1993 Lagartija Music, BMI We stayed all night We stayed all summer We were looking for the light That would last all winter The size of the evening Cast a shadow over the girl at the look-out post That's all she wrote You're the one who broke it Now you're gonna have to teach it to move High water is coming to Arizona I down my drinks Just as soon as they come to me That's all she wrote You play your cards You still have to pay the rent We thought we knew just how The rules would bend Repeat Chorus
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Wanna Ride 02:36
WANNA RIDE © 1993 Pork 1993 1117 Music, BMI Kiss me when we hit the city limits Don't tell me we won't get very far When we're breaking up the speed limit And chasing away all the cars It's an afternoon of high speed racing Forget the pavement even there Feels so good I think I might strat screaming When the wind whips through your hair Take me out on your bike Take me out on your bike, bike Take me out on your bike I wanna ride, ride, ride Wanna ride, ride, ride It's a perfect way to spend the day Leave the city far behind Throttle open wide on a mountainside It blows away my fucking mind Repeat Chorus
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THE LIGHT FROM THE BOX Copyright 1995 Walter Salas-Humara Publiished 1995 Lagartija Music, BMI The light from the box A glass of wine The light from the box We haven't lost enough money The light from the box Bring it home, spread it out Drop down to the floor If we ever get a chance For more So much more
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SUSAN ACROSS THE OCEAN © 1993 Walter Salas-Humara p 1993 Lagartija Music, BMI I still think about Susan, and all our ups and downs Never met a woman so resolute, she speaks her mind, stands her ground Thought we'd go on forever, and I must still be surprised 'Cause I can't forget that sweet look in her eyes Susan across the ocean Chose to go so far away Susan, what does your spirit hide? That makes me question my life this way Susan across the ocean I ain't a slave to nobody Susan, you don't mean anything Susan, you're everything to me I had plans to raise a family; she had plans of her own Children are so demanding, and she had so much to prove, and places to go I'm not angry anymore, but it hurts me so bad When I think of all the sweet times we could have had Repeat Chorus Just when you think you know somebody well When you're completely in love, you can never tell When it's over Is it over? I'm sixty years tomorrow, but I still hold my own I married a woman whose love I hold, and we had three kids, watched them grow But when I wake up in the morning, it still hurts me so bad Because I love this woman beside me, But I can't help to think about the life I could have had Repeat Chorus
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CHANGE THE LOCKS © 1988 Lucinda Williams p 1988 Lucy Jones Music, BMI I changed the locks on my front door So you won't see me anymore And you won't come inside my house And you won't lie down on my couch I changed the locks on my front door I changed the number on my phone So you won't call me up at home And you won't say those things to me That always keep me on my knees I changed the number on my phone I changed the kind of clothes I wear So you won't find me anywhere And you won't spot me in a crowd And you won't call my name out loud I changed the kind of clothes I wear I changed the kind of car I drive So you won't follow me when I go by And you won't chase me up the street And you won't knock me off of my feet I changed the kind of car I drive I changed the tracks underneath the train So you won't find me again And you won't trace my path And you won't hear my laugh I changed the tracks underneath the train I changed the name of this town So you won't follow me down And you won't touch me like before And you won't make me want you more I changed the name of this town I changed the name of this town I changed the name of this town
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THE SOUNDS NEXT DOOR © 1993 Walter Salas-Humara p 1993 Lagartija Music, BMI There are sounds coming through the walls from next door Sitting here waiting to turn the recorder on Got a mic in the baseboard, touched up the paint the week before There are sounds coming through the walls from next door It's something important, but I can't place everything Send my wife to the market, send the tape to Washington There are sounds coming through the walls from next door A woman cleans every Thursday; it's not clear how much she knows She never touches the kitchen and when she leaves, she wears different clothes There are sounds coming through the walls from next door It came without any warning; they went down like dominoes All my theories have vanished and my partner's in Ontario There are sounds coming through the walls from next door It's been going on for weeks now, what to bring, what not to leave There's a charge in the air here and my partner's in Los Angeles There are sounds coming through the walls from next door Got a message from Virginia via pouch through Key Biscayne It's just a big pile of numbers looking for a man to blame There are sounds coming through the walls from next door The music is over; the sky's blacked out with rain Going down to the airstrip, fire u the midnight plane There are sounds coming through the walls from next door
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LETTER TO SEND Copyright 1995 Walter Salas-Humara Publiished 1995 Lagartija Music, BMI I'm not going to sing to you I'm not going to sing to your friends I'm not going to meet you at the Eiffel Tower I don't have a letter to send There's no time to bounce off the wall There's no time to make the whole place glow It's too far It's been too long It's too black It's too white There's been too much grey And now there's too much sun Don't come to me Don't say you're sorry Don't say those words Don't do it I'm not going to sing to you I'm not going to sing to your friends I'm not going to meet you at the World Trade Center I don't have a letter to send I don't have a letter to send I don't have a letter to send I don't have a letter to send I don't have a letter to send
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START TO BURN © 1993 Walter Salas-Humara, Mary Rowell and Manuel Verzosa p 1993 Lagartija Music, BMI A thousand fires in the night We look at the pictures, but we won't believe our eyes We are pure and far above We've forgotten the ones we've spurned We've been diverted from the lessons to be learned We're as sure we need to be Get the car Let's go out and see We've forgotten the ones we've spurned We've been diverted from the lessons to be learned Patience bid the answer come Tolerance is the key Hold it steady in your heart Don't forget the ones we've spurned Don't get diverted from the lessons to be learned Start to burn
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Fallen Angel 03:33
FALLEN ANGEL © 1993 Tom Freund p 1993 Tom Freund, ASCAP Out on the roadside I met a fortune for this world A fallen angel came to me without a word With a decision like that Something had to give It was just a small day for the U. S. A. But one I'd never want to relive I saw the bright lights exploding But it wasn't the Fourth of July Yet it was the closest I've come to an Independence Day Out on the ice and the snow in the night When you hear the sirens exploding You figure help is on the way Sometimes it is and sometimes it's not But not that night near Rock Springs Manny I feel you soaring Far from the road where you lay down You are the stars and the sky tonight In the dark I called your name And you are everywhere
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Star 03:21
STAR Copyright 1995 Walter Salas-Humara Publiished 1995 Lagartija Music, BMI I can't find anything wrong with the way you shake your head I can't find anything wrong with the way you move your legs It's sensational It's everything but How you gonna wake me up I've never stopped to think about what you asked of me tonight I wanna sing it all tonight I wanna send it around the table Put you on the table and push you all around You're my star Two for one Inch by inch You beat your brains out finding the words When the music makes no sense It's not what you said It's how you said it It's how you claim to love All the good things in this world The bad things You're my star
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I'm Straight 05:20
I'M STRAIGHT © 1972 Jonathan Richman p 1972 Rockin' Leprechaun, BMI I, called this number three times already today. But I got scared, I put it back in place. I put my phone back in place. I sure don't know if I should have called up Look just tell me if I'm out of place 'Cause here's your chance to make me feel awkward And wish that I had never even called up this place I saw you though today, you know walk by with Hippie Johnny. I had to call up and say, how I want to take his place So this phone call today conerns Hippie Johnny. He's always stoned. He's never straight. I saw you today, you know walk by with Hippie Johnny Look, I had to call up to day, how I want to take his place See, he's stoned. Hippie Johnny is Now get this, I'm Straight, and I want to take his place Now look, I like him too I like Hippie Johnny But I'm Straight, and I want to take his place I'm Straight I said I'm Straight I'm proud to say Well, I'm Straight and I want to take his place Now I've watched you, walk around here I've watched you meet These boyfriends, and you tell me how they're deep If these guys, if they're really so great Tell me why can't they at least take this place and take it straight? Why always stoned, Like Hippie Johnny is? I'm straight, and I want to take his place I'm certianley not stoned Like Hippie Johnny is I'm Straight, and I want to take his place I'm Straight! I'm Straight! I'm Straight! I'm Straight, and I want to take his place
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NOTHING'S GONNA LAST © 1993 Walter Salas-Humara p 1993 Lagartija Music, BMI All around the world There's something bad All around the world Can't find a thing Not fast enough Can't find a thing Sing about the future Sing about the past Sing about nothing Cause nothing's gonna last Prince of a man Generous beyond words Prince of a man Repeat Chorus

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Recorded and mixed start to finish in 18 days by a band who had tested the material for months before live audiences, this is the 1993 Silos in all their glory. Mary Rowell had returned on violin and Manuel Verzosa added his effervescent personality, gorgeous voice and dogged work ethic to leader Walter Salas-Humara’s thoughtful songwriting and world weary pipes. This album burns with the hard won integrity of experienced musicians lurching forward through a blinding epiphany of new found purpose and is highlighted by the drop-dead beautiful title cut and bone-crunching rock workouts like Let's Take Some Drugs and Drive Around. And if the original songs weren't enough, the band shows it's impeccable taste by covering songs by Lucinda Williams and Jonathan Richman.

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released March 15, 1994

Produced by Walter Salas-Humara. Mixed by Dave McNair at Doug Messenger's and Chateau Relaxeau. Recorded by Sally Browder at Doug Messenger's and Control Center and Dave Bassett at Chateau Relaxeau. Mastered by Chris Bellman at Bernie Grundman Mastering.

Musicians: Walter Salas-Humara, Mary Rowell, Manuel Verzosa, Daren Hess, Scott Garber and Tom Freund with Joe Simon, Jon Dee Graham, Michael Ward, Greg Asfar, Kevin Salem, Dave McNair, Lisa Mednick, Jeff Muendel, John McKnight and Caitlin Von Schmidt.

Cover Photo: John Eder. Cover Design: Tanya Hotton.

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The Silos, the still-kicking band Walter Salas-Humara co-founded in New York’s post-punk ‘80s scene played Alt-Rock, Alt- Country, and Americana before any critics coined those terms. Salas-Humara’s narratives take on the weight of attentive, convincing poetry and wry wordplay. Each tune is marked by such humanity, which offers much refuge in a convulsive time. ... more

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