THE CHROMA SESSION EP (2008)
Produced by Bradley Zeffren & Nathan Wade
Recorded & Mixed by Bradley Zeffren at Chroma Sound Studios, Seattle, WA
Mastered by Ed Brooks at RFI, Seattle, WA
Art direction & Design by Tom Erdmann of SKC Design
Words & Music by Nathan Wade
All songs (c) 2008 Nathan Wade Music.
Nathan Wade: vocals, National Resolectric guitar, acoustic guitar
Brian Alter: drums, percussion, and earth plate
Sam Collins: acoustic upright bass, Hammond organ, Mellotron,
grand piano
Lincoln Barr: electric guitar (tracks 3-6)
Michael Spaly: violin (tracks 3-6)
The Cold Handed Clappers: Brian Alter, Sam Collins, Nathan Wade, Nick Nanry, and Brett Hutchinson
SWEAT THROUGH
They go down to the longing tree
Below the roots where they’re burning free
Do it once and it leaves a stain
A fire’s coming like a scarlet rain
They go down to the longing tree
Tongue-lit blooms starving for a touch
They’re bending down on their passion crutch
Free-associatin’, they’ll be down there still
Another clean up at the memory mill
Tongue-lit blooms starving for a touch
You feel it rising every everywhere
Turn on the lights and they don’t even care
Their numbers growing every everyday
They got their armies going out on display, and
When they come for you,
You’re gonna feel the heat from underground
You better rise above,
‘Cuz you never sweat through the ones you love
The one’s you love
A heavy silence breathing hot n’ dark
They’re counting souls learning how to spark
They put the voice inside of your head=
They promise futures in a hide-away bed
Heavy silence breathing hot n’ dark
You feel it rising every everywhere
Turn on the lights and they don’t even care
Their numbers growing every everyday
They got their armies going out on display
When they come for you,
You’re gonna feel the heat from underground
You better rise above,
‘Cuz you never sweat through the ones you love
The one’s you love
You never sweat through the ones you love
You never sweat through the ones you love
ALL YOU SHADOWS
All you shadows, why you crying?
You are free to / take the skyline
Remember the days of the sun and the wind
Those were the days of the dreams with no end
If you prayed for a darkness to wash it away
And you’re waiting for a sign to come…
Well it’s here right now
It’s here right now
All you shadows, spread your wings out
Graffiti headlines / they paint the way now
Remember the days of the sun and the wind
Those were the days of the dreams with no end
If you prayed for a darkness to wash it away
And you’re waiting for a sign to come…
Well it’s here right now
It’s here right now
Along these burning hills
To a nightmares tarnished shore
|All these driftwood dreams
Will wash this way no more
Ooh ooh ooh
All you shadows, dry your eyes now
These are playgrounds / the nightmares bring down
Remember the days of the sun and the wind
Those were the days of the dreams with no end
If you prayed for a darkness to wash it away
And you’re waiting for a sign to come…
Well it’s here right now
It’s here right now
DEAD LEAVES
I will be rising over, the streetlights & power lines
I went straight out the window,
To fly right above this town
I’m goin’ over/I’m goin’ over
I will be rising over, ’til the treetops run ankle deep
Their bare-bones are swinging & swaying,
All night they bend & moan
I’m goin’ over/I’m goin’ over
The trees have shed their tears & laid them on the ground
The night will open up as I rise without a sound…
I will be rising over, maybe I’ll trade up my soul
My life’s brought nothing but troubles,
Yet the starlight will carry me on
I’m goin’ over/I’m goin’ over
The trees have shed their tears & laid them on the ground
The night will open up as I rise without a sound
I’ll be swinging on the North Star & I’m never looking down
I’ll be miles above when the dead leaves sing you to sleep
I’ll be miles above when the dead leaves sing you to sleep
COLD, COLD HANDS
Little baby, little baby
Where you gone and run to now?
Through weary pine and broken bough
Through the weary pine
Little baby, little baby
In the clearing where you lay
The wind it swept the tears away
It swept the tears away
Your cold, cold hands
Reaching out to no one we can see
Your cold, cold hands
Holding on to hope so heavenly
Little baby, little baby
And there along the mountainside
The dead they lay a thousand wide
They lay a thousand wide
Your cold, cold hands
Reaching out to no one we can see
Your cold, cold hands
Holding on to hope so heavenly
Little baby…
SKOAL BANDITS
Will they remember the tale / of Nineteen Ninety-one?
Out West where the plains run wide
In Tucson A-Z / where they started on their spree
Not more than boys when they died, oh
They heard that ol’ train whistle moan
Frank & Jesse were the brothers / who stole the pawnshop guns
Cousin Billy stole a Pinto from his dad
They robbed a Circle K / then they made their getaway
A better time was never had
And then they robbed themselves a DQ / and a coupl’a liquor stores
Hidin’ where the law could never find
But behind Guzamo’s bar / the fatal end of Sheriff Parr
It was the shot that crossed the line
Skoal Bandits
They’ll never be folk heroes / the world will never care
Their youth, it’s gonna burn out by the dawn
But these kids with restless souls / that nobody can control
Well that spirit lingers on
And now they’re hidin’ at the train yards / the end is comin’ soon
Sheddin’ tears for mothers left behind
Before they drew their 45’s / the cops had caught them by surprise
And the desert night went blind
Skoal Bandits
They heard that ol’ train whistle moan
And one by one they died all alone
The Western in their minds started/ like an old John Ford
But it ended like a Sam Peckinpah
After the bullet ballet / they put their bodies on display
One last laugh from the law
Skoal Bandits
They heard that ol’ train whistle moan
And one by one they died all alone
LONG BLACK LILIES
Rows of angels, calling out to me
Cries so lonely, as solemn breezes blow
Where the long black lilies grow
They grow…
Long lead shadows, that play across the trees
Crows fly slowly, across the undertow
Where the long black lilies grow
They grow, they grow, they grow
Leaves lay dying, the sky it will not weep
Fields all burning, and I still refuse to go
Where the long black lilies grow
They grow, they grow, they grow