Lightning In a Bottle

by The Harvest Thieves

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released 27 July 2013

Recorded and mixed by Chris Seyler at The Shelter Recording Studio.

Mastered by Saff Mastering.

"Little Feet" written by Mike Schoenfeld

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Track Name: Dock Ellis' Strange Trip
High as hell on this holy hill.
If this one don't clip him, the next one sure will.
Shaking out an exhausted arm, with lights in my periphery.
Should I be alarmed?
I'm catching mixed signals from 60 feet away.
Warm and unhinged.
Twisted, and falling, and I'm all alone.

You can say hello to lightning in a bottle.
These times are strange, I'm wicked, and you ain't coming home.

I hear a voice speak of a man.
In brilliant colors and odd silhouettes.
Twisted knots in the throats of men,
But I'm beyond memory, where instinct begins.
A West Coast arrival in a murky haze.
I can't explain where I am, but it's the purest place I have known.

You can say hello to lightning in a bottle.
These times are strange, I'm wicked, and you ain't coming home.
Track Name: Escape From the Paper City
There's a guilty old man in this young man's body, and he thinks that all he's thought has all been forgotten.
He don't understand the ways he falls.
I'm sweatin' out the shakes with the pills on my Bible, and a whiskey in my hands, it's all for survival.
I never once thought you'd be the architect of my ruin.

If I'm gonna waste my time,
I'm damn sure gonna waste it on you.
I sit right here while this old city waits.
You can tell me something I love,
But I don't love as much as you.
I always heard the greatest sin was waste.

If you're always moving, you don't have to sit and think about who you are.

Everyone's scared, this whole country's a mess.
The sun's rising on the east and setting on the west.
The big ol' boys in the towers shake in their boots.
I found a nice place to lay my shame.
In a rusty mailbox, addressed with your name.
Everyone thinks they deserve something pure.

If I'm gonna blame someone,
I'm damn sure gonna blame it on you.
I linger here while this old city waits.
With a knife in it's teeth and a rose on it's breath,
It's hanging around waiting for death, and I'm holding the match to send it up in flames.
Track Name: Little Feet
You said Memphis looked like Heaven when the sun set.
You were right.
And that muddy water is cleaner than your soul is.
You were right.
That bridge'll take you up just like a rocket.
You were right.
Arkansas will grab your throat and choke it.
You were right.

We're standing in the middle of the road, you're in Memphis, I'm in Arkansas. Yeah, we're standing in the middle of the road, I'm in love, and you're a million miles away. You're a million miles away.

All I really want Lord, is her little feet on the dashboard.

Window down to rid myself of your scent.
Cause you were right.
I'm all alone and talking to your footprint.
You were right.
I'm so lonesome I could die, I'm singing so loud.
You were right.
Little Rock looks better in a blackout.
You were right.

We're standing in the middle of the road, you're in Memphis, I'm in Arkansas. Yeah, we're standing in the middle of the road, I'm in love, and you're a million miles away. You're a million miles away.

All I really want Lord, is her little feet on the dashboard.

Hate myself the whole way back to Texas.
Cause you were right.
I'll never treat you half as good as he does.
You were right.
I'll never treat you half as good as he does.
I'll never want you half as bad as he does.
I'll never love you half as much as he does.

You were right.
Track Name: Scarlet Fever
Throw me a prayer.
Terror works in a terrible way.
I don't share your faith for final rest well beyond this place.

Curse this forsaken ground.
Old and silent, young and loud.

I swallowed a lie.
Baptized in fire and exploding light.
My fever broke.
In Heaven above and Hell below.

Take my weary hand.
They'll call us back to the promise land.

But, I'm not sure he's ever coming down.
Why don't you take a good look around.
There's no defense for this awful sound, and after all, this is Babylon.

I ain't the holy crowd.
Everyone needs to settle down.
You can't forget your doubt, but that gets lost on the scenic route.

A high and lonesome call.
A quiet voice in a sacred song.