TO THE BLOODLINE​/​HONEST SONGS

by Tm Novak

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Two track single from 2010 - in between "PSALM ON SILL" and "ENERO." Tracks to be used in Feature length film by long-time friend David Schweitzer.

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released March 18, 2011

Chris Howard
Tim Novak

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Track Name: TO THE BLOODLINE
Mama never said it'd be alright
"you gotta pay the bills, and the car and the loan
from when you had a plan, a purpose,
to do something with yourself

"but you fell into the arms of a woman,
without armor, laid soft on the blade of a knife
split out into the deepest of hollows

"oh why did my baby have to pass through
a revolving door
to get jammed, to get jammed
to get locked in the glass?"

Father never really said anything
just took a sip, another sip, another sip
until he was six foot deep, heavy on the bourbon
bitter in the tongue

"Son they cut your balls at the threshold
all of your dreams, your plans, your money
swept away, until you're grey as autumn

"what you're doing now
is perfectly understandable
they're going to kick when you're down
and they'll never stop

"forget your happiness
your happiness is gone remember
lost in the gut

"I know you're scared."

Her mama was real specific
"First you get a ring, get a priest, get a church
get a church, get a job, get a car--
there's no dowry for you"

Her grandma said "ay dios mio
dios mio," kissed the beads on her throat
"mary somewhere in Hialeah or Hollywood"

They both wanted a whiteboy but not without money
dios mio, dios, dios mio 100 times

Her father was real funny
"You're a man, you know what's best take care of
my little girl...I give her to you
I don't own her anymore

"but if she comes back crying, comes back broke
it's your balls, your hide, your soul
may God have mercy

"Son I've been in you same position
and the worst thing to do is run away"

Yes I'm scared
You don't got to say it I already know
Track Name: HONEST SONGS
Like a baby still born
Like a beast with its horn
I’ve torn everyone close to me
‘cuz that’s the only way I feel free
and Mr. Cohen when I hear that verse
I look to the sky and curse
To think that God sent his son for me
But still I don’t feel free

I gamble my body for a better feeling
But I only feel like a ghost
What does it mean to be free I wanna know
What does it mean to be free I wanna know

They always play it through the static, the standards,
Love songs, in stereo, on the radio

Warren Zevon sitting in the Hollywood Hotel
Listening to the radiator hum
All the salty margaritas in Los Angeles
You know he already drank them up
And Van Zandt singing in his lonely voice
About a heart too heavy to hold

Why don’t we do like Ryan Adams told—
Let it ride, let it row—let it go

Like a worm on a hook
Like a knight from some old fashioned book
Literature cannot help me
Or set my soul at ease
So Mr. Cohen in your old age
Did you find what you put on the page
To be truth or to be false
To be right or to be wrong
We find truth in our own way
Then bury it in a song

So when I pray in the morning—sing my psalms
Is that only to pass the time?

What does it mean to be free I wanna know
What does it mean to be free I wanna know

They always play it through the static, the standards,
Love songs, in stereo, on the radio

Warren Zevon sitting in the Hollywood Hotel
Listening to the radiator hum
All the salty margaritas in Los Angeles
You know he already drank them up
And Van Zandt singing in his lonely voice
About a heart too heavy to hold

It’s the honest songs that are hard to swallow

Why don’t we do like Ryan Adams told—
Let it ride, let it row—let it go