Who Did What Where Now?
A Whisper or A Roar
What Can I Say?- Music & Lyrics by Breck Lee Durham
If it's the truth, then it's the truth, no matter who is stating it.
And when it really hurts you, Man,ain't you just hating it?
But when that ass needs kicked. you wish you were kicking it.
And when the candy is sweet, you wish you were licking it
But when it's rotten, it's rotten down to the core. What can I say Howlin' Wolf ain't said before?
When the gold is gone, does it matter who was stealing it?
When the love is true, does it matter who is feeling it?
And if the word it moves you, it don't matter who was saying it.
If the groove is smooth, it don't matter who is playing it.
When it's that good, gotta have me some more. What can I say, Townes ain't said before?
In a whisper, or with a roar, what can I say Joan Jett ain't said before?
Once the secrets out, it don't matter who was leaking it.
If the knob needs a twist, will you be the one tweaking it?
Work it over, baby. Take it for a spin.
Work it 'til I'm stupid, shaky knees and sloppy grin.
Kick it in honey, strut across the floor.
What can I say Prince ain't said before?
When it's my time, brother, show me to the door.
What can I say, you all ain't heard before?
Guitars, Vocals and Drum Programming- Breck's Fault
No Hero-Music and Lyrics by Breck Lee Durham
Years removed, she visits me still, just an angry ghost of delusions past
She comes to me in a wild heart dream and bitterness drips from her skin
All I can say is "I want you", can we live forever with all our sins?
Carnal thoughts left unrequited, words of love left unsaid, deeds of devotion left undone
Tonight I'm lost in a glass bottom cloud, riding towards the burning horizon
And in my dreams, I am no hero
Did you let your man go? Did you let him know?
Do you delight in his pain?
A wicked smile with every cold shiver, swell up with prideful hate
My vision blurs and my body, well it shakes
With every single strong word that you say
And in my dreams, I am no hero
Restless nights, haunted sleep
I'm prophet, I'm a piss ant, I'm a tired, tired man
Armor pierced and overflowing, black winged angel, go on take me home
Tonight I'm lost in a glass bottom cloud, riding towards the burning horizon
And in my dreams, I am no hero
Guitars, Vocals and Drum Programming- Breck's Fault
Victims of Theft- Music by Bradshaw/Durham; Lyrics by Durham
Summer is drawing to a close; you can feel it in the air
Something’s gotta be happening, something going on somewhere
Mary, you wanna ride, you wanna take a little ride with me?
I’d really love to show you, Mary, just what oblivion can be
Go on and bitch about the weather, go on bitch about your hair
Bitch all you desire, I know you think that I don’t care
I don’t need to know why you came back or why you waste so much time
I know why you won’t look at me close; you aren’t sure what you’ll find
So no more talk of broken dreams, we’ve all been victims of theft
Keep your heart and your soul; I just wanna take your breath
Shaking that ass in the limelight, telling car wreck anecdotes
Singing every single song and you’re missing every single note
Like my friend Carlito says “Don’t listen to the voices in your head,
Spend no regretful time for there are demons to be fed.”
When they do our biographies what will all our old lovers say
About our character flaws and all the games we like to play?
Now it’s raining dust and discontent, the ground needs some sympathy
Spending my time down in that pit is starting to take its toll on me
When this is over, and we know that it won’t last long,
I could promise to always miss you and to tend your garden once your gone
But no more talk of broken dreams; we’ve all been victims of theft
Keep your heart and your soul; I just wanna take your breath away
Guitar and vocals- Breck’s fault
Laughin’ and Bleedin’- Music & Lyrics by Breck Lee Durham
I left today in the smoke, set my sights steady on tomorrow
I went wading through a river of fools, searching for some stamina to borrow
I went and I joined up with the circus, I thought it’d be fun at the time
But now everyone’s gone sideways and all these clowns ever do is whine
And I said “Hold on baby, I’m laughing.
This irony, well it’s too much to believe.
The gallery is shouting for more magic,
And I got nothing left up my sleeve.”
Saturated with billboard wisdom, I need to sharpen up my radio wit
Lord knows my sad ass is dragging, but I’m too stubborn to quit
You gotta pick the battles you want to fight, gotta pick the promises to keep
Gotta find the value in trust, yeah, need to find me some time to steal some sleep
And she says “Wake up baby, you’re bleeding.
These dreams of yours have too much at stake.
Don’t you end up out in Tent City,
With Sheriff Joe on the take.”
And I will suffer in silence, and I’ll revel in catastrophe
Lets see just who alls gonna break, and if it’ll make a man of me.
Make a left for El Paso, hang a right and head down to L.A.
I used to look out at the lights and I’d dream of running, running away
But now I know what’s at the end of these long dark roads
And I know I’ll just get lost, whichever way I do not go
And I said “Hey there baby, I’m home.
This love I feel well it’s too much to believe.
It’s so crazy out there, but it’s safe in here,
And now I never want to leave.
No I do not want to leave
Baby please don’t make me leave
‘Cause I’m laughing and I’m bleeding
I’m tired and I’m spun
And the only thing that I’m sure of
Is baby you’re the one
Yeah you’re the one
Connie, you’re the only one.
Guitars, Bass, Vocal, Drum Programming- Breck's fault
August Sunday- Music by Breck Lee Durham; Lyrics by Elisa Carlsen
"You live with the devil in your heart"
I said that, one August Sunday
What you've done, it can't erase me
And I won't have to live with the mess you left behind
And you swore lying in our bed, that we were beautiful, we were stars
But then you're gone, you turn, you leave
You leave with the devil in your heart
Nothing now can replace me and those words that time and money bought
They were well spent and they will go on singing "Still I believe we are stars"
Now, through the anger and the haze, I can't even see your light
My prison will be the woman who lives with the devil in her heart
Whatever face you choose to take now, between your wisdom sheets
It'll keep you smiling for a while
Until you are reminded of the taste that is not mine.
All the reasons we became strangers, they will forever speak to you
of the hour you were leaving, but I will know it's just clockwork
And I know it's just time, time it's gonna take for me to find
A 2nd blessing, maybe sitting on the stairs
Who has no room for the devil in her heart
Guitars, Vocals and Drum Programming- Breck's fault
The Ballad of Johnny Gangster- Music by Dave Bradshaw; Lyrics by Breck Lee Durham
I drive a trip on wheels, the engine don’t purr and the tires don’t squeal
It ain’t much but it is mine, I deal what I feel l and it feels fine
I ain’t got nothin’ if I ain’t got time, I've dealt what I felt and it all felt fine.
The world gets big, I get small. I crawl away to some crack in my wall
With Sister Mary and Uncle Sid and I auction my brain for the highest bid
I ain’t got nothin’ if I ain’t got time and I deal what I feel and it feels fine
Johnny Gangster, Johnny Gangster where you been?
Shooting out the lights in the city of sin?
Steering the mellow ship, doin’ all the trouble you can do
Kick down and work that traffic before it works you
I like to trip in my mind’s eye. Get the kind, buddy, watch me fly
My flight of choice resides in my spine, and I deal what I feel
and it feels fine
Guitars- Dave Bradshaw
Vocals, Bass, Drum Programming- Breck's fault
Honey Kicks- Music & Lyrics by Breck Lee Durham
If Honey wants to kick then you better just let her
You know the next one's gonna be happy just to get her
Ain't no use to argue about the foolish and the wise
Even the biggest fool can see the beauty's in the eyes
Now you should not oughta gone and flung that fling
you should not oughta let that jailbird sing
(Chorus) Whoa whoa Honey went and kicked me to the curb
Slow down Honey, I meant the noun not the verb
Now now Honey, can't ya be a little nice?
I'm reeling from the feeling of a lesson learned twice
Honey's blood is plenty hot, but her stare's plenty cold
You wish you could remember which version that ya told
You don't get all you bet on when the going gets greedy
And you don't get back what you lack when the loser gets needy
Now Honey's comin' kickin', got all she needs for proof
She's gonna slice your story 'til it bleeds the truth
(Chorus)
Now Honey has had 'bout all she's gonna take
You know you'll be missing that Honey when that ass starts to shake
She ain't to blame for the fire that you think you feel
But Honey gonna snuff that fire out right beneath her heel
Now you should not oughta gone and flung that fling
you should not oughta let that jailbird sing
(Chorus)
Guitars, Vocals and Drum programming- Breck's fault
Opposites Attract- Music & Lyrics by Breck Lee Durham
He’s addicted to the caffeine; she’s addicted to the danger
She’s just getting angry; and he keeps getting stranger
He’s says “Honey I’m done counting, and there’s one million scoundrels here.”
She says “Yeah, but baby we got ‘em cornered. See, they’re all just living in fear.”
It’s the fundamental differences that make the contrast so appealing
Like when you’re rollin’ and tumblin’, when you’re hustling and you’re dealing
She knows why she loves him; her fire is from his fuel
He’s just as crazy as they come, hell, he’s stronger than a mule
He never had a chance, lord no; his life was hers to lose
He went ass over heels, just as soon as she lit the fuse
It’s the fundamental differences that make the contrast so appealing
Like when you’re climbing up the walls
Or you’re swinging from the ceiling
Wolves at the door now
Barbarians at the gate
The meek inherit nothing
So let’s keep tempting fate
Treasure tempts the hand, like pleasure tempts the skin
Don’t be tempted to deny this fix that we are in
He says “Your ways are wanton.” She says “Honey, your techniques just right.”
You know there ain’t no shame at all in a healthy appetite
It’s the fundamental differences that make the contrast so appealing
You can call it borrowing, but I prefer straight stealing
Guitars, Drum programming, Vocal- Breck's fault
The Will To Survive- Music and Lyrics by Breck Lee Durham
I have studied all the film, and I know every tendency
And I have considered all the erotic possibilities
I've seen the research gathered so painstakingly
And there's no denying you will be the death of me
Yes you will be the death of me
I've read the literature outlining my dependency
And I've calculated my eventual trajectory
I could hypothesize, I could over analyze
Trying to prove my theory on your ability to hypnotize
On your ability to hypnotize
But I'm no closer to understanding
No closer now, than I was
In the beginning
So it's inevitable
I can't override this instinctive drive
And what pulls me to you now
Why, it's greater than the will to survive
It's all clear now, so perfect and plain to see
Despite all I have learned, you will be the death of me
Yes you will be the death of me
Guitar and Vocals- Breck's fault
Faster Than you Can See- Music & Lyrics by Breck Lee Durham
Laughin’ loud & drinkin’, Me-n-Hank-n-Horse
Can’t recall just who was steering, but we were right on course
Horse cocks an eye and says “Ain’t nothing sacred, not even death.
And if you can’t laugh at yourself, well you might as well save your breath.”
Never go and take yourself all that seriously
And never, no never, drive faster than you can see.
Had me a girl long ago with blue eyes and blonde hair
With her next to me, man I never had a care
I thought she was true but you know she was the lying kind
And when she did me wrong man, I nearly lost my mind
Headlong into love as blind as I could be
I guess that’s what I get for driving faster than I could see
Now Roger’s in the backseat, on a blackout drunk
I got a couple boxes of shells and some shotguns in the trunk
So give me two packs of death and another can o’ cancer
We’re gonna go and shoot at the moon ‘til the stars give us an answer
Well Mama was a waitress and my Dad sailed the seas
I got my Mama’s eyes and just like Dad, I’m hard to please
Now I’m no one’s son but I know just who I am
I’ll tell you the little I know and I’ll do the very best I can
Written on a bathroom wall is the only advice ever given me
To thy own self be true, and never drive faster than you can see
Guitar Solos- Dave Bradshaw
Acoustic guitar, drum programming and vocal- Breck’s fault
Album cover photos taken by Connie Fortik.
CD mastered at Discmakers.
Recorded in a blue room (Miners get the joke) in Spring Creek, Nevada.
The Travelin' Trouble Show
Quintin-
So funky I'm liquid, workin' 5 days with pride
My head is sinkin', got a swollen heart, 3 miles wide
Misguided image of I, a do-rag and shaggy beard
Don't care, I'm feelin' fine
Drinkin' from a bucket o' weird
They call me Quintin, they don't call me mijo
They call me Quintin, besa mi culo!
In Ocotillo, they've got some pre-fab bliss
It's a master planned community, yeah well something's amiss
From complex to condo, the drive ain't that far
White trash, homeboy or vato, man don't piss on my car!
They call me Quintin, they don't call me mijo
They call me Quintin, El guero loco
No sleeves no service, we're not too hip for abuse
Getting high on the pretense, getting all drunk on stupid juice
We speak the language, it's just to put you at ease
Callate pendejo, ahhh Motherfucker please!!!
They call me Quintin, they don't call me mijo
They call me Quintin, besa mi culo
They call me Quintin, they don't call me mijo
They call me Quintin, El guero loco
Music & Lyrics- Breck Lee Durham
Guitar Solos- Sheffy Hayslip
Vocals, Guitar, Bass & Drum Programming- Breck's Fault
Smooth Road Out-
The 101 is just parking lot, but Lakeville highway still travels well
I'll take Stony Point to Guerneville Rd, and run River Rd up past Korbel
I come back around to see some family, those just walkin' and those long buried
and I kicked up some old demons I thought I cast off but I still carry
I wake up filled with worry, I'm waking up filled with doubt
It's 90 miles of rough road in, but baby I can see a Smooth Road Out
Flyin', ramblin' & runnin', well you and I girl, we used to see the sights
But since then we went settled down, for hard workin' days and sleepless nights
Hours to days, days to weeks, and soon the years they've become a blur
But there's nothing wrong with us, a few new roads won't cure
I wake up filled with worry, I'm waking up filled with doubt
It's 90 miles of gravel in, but baby I can see a Smooth Road Out
Now it's been such a long time since we traded our tickets in for some sensible shoes
I want to trade this comfort for courage and kick off these everyday blues
I can still see it your eyes, the glimmering light of your gypsy soul
So c'mon now and leap with me, let's load it up and let it roll
We'll kick off all this worry, we can cast away this doubt
It's 90 miles of gravel in, but I can see a Smooth Road Out
Music & Lyrics- Breck Lee Durham
Guitar Solos- Sheffy Hayslip
Vocals, Acoustic & Electric Guitars, Bass & Drum Programming- Breck's Fault
Good To Have-
Harvey is on the floor in my room, he's been there for months
Sometimes I think he's dead, but I don't think too much
Incense ashes & lip balm they are neighbors in a duplex
They don't really mix, but I never heard 'em complain
Douglas Adams and Tom Robbins have our dreaming mind on the carpet
And I can't help but for thinkin' to myself that it is good
It's Good To Have
Roget is my buddy but he cannot help me today
I've got one million words, all coming out the same
Willie the shake's hanging round, telling stories we already know
Well don't believe everything you read, take the good, let the rest roll
Swinger's in Phoenix, Mormons in Idaho
Everyone we all got our own kicks, but when it all comes down you know
It's Good To Have
Music & Lyrics- Breck Lee Durham & Dave Bradshaw
Intro Guitar Solo- Dave Bradshaw
Vocals, Acoustic & Electric Guitars, Bass & Drum Programming- Breck's Fault
Puzzle Girl-
She confuses me, gets me turned about
But it's so much fun, trying to figure her out
She's the sweetest thing in the whole wide world
She's my baby, she's my Puzzle Girl
Like a tickin' time bomb, you know she's gonna explode
I gotta unlock that secret, I gotta crack that code
Workin' it out, making pieces fit
You'll never see the whole picture if ya up & quit
Like a fun park ride with the spins & twirls
She's a mystery, she's my Puzzle Girl
Racing the clock and the pressure rises
She ain't nothin', if she ain't full of surprises
She confuses me, gets me turned about
But it's so much fun, trying to figure her out
Like a fun park ride with the spins & twirls
She's a mystery, she's my Puzzle Girl
Speaking my language, hell she speaks in tongues
Say the wrong thing now, get yourself stung
C'mon & sting me baby
Racing the clock and the pressure rises
She ain't nothin', if she ain't full of surprises
Workin' it out, making pieces fit
You'll never see the whole picture if ya up & quit
She's the sweetest thing in the whole wide world
She's my baby, she's my Puzzle Girl
Music & Lyrics- Breck Lee Durham
Guitar Solo- Sheffy Hayslip
Vocals, Guitar, Bass & Drum Programming- Breck's Fault
Victims of Theft-
Summer is drawing to a close, you can feel it in the air
Something's gotta be happening, something going on somewhere
Mary, you wanna ride? Wanna take a little ride with me?
I'd love to show you Mary, what oblivion can be
Go on, bitch about the weather, bitch about your hair
Bitch all you desire, I know you think that I don't care
I don't need to know why you came back
Or why you waste so damn much time
I know why you won't look at me close, you aren't sure what you'll find
No more talk of broken dreams, we've all been Victims of Theft
Keep your heart, keep your soul, I just wanna take your breath
Shaking that ass in the limelight, telling car wreck anecdotes
Singing every single song and missing every single note
Like my friend Carlito says "Don't argue with the voices in your head"
Spend no regretful time, Sugar, there are demons to be fed
And when they do our biographies, what will all our old lovers say
About our character flaws and all the games we like to play
Now it's raining dust & discontent, the ground needs some sympathy
Spending my time way down in that pit is starting to show it's toll on me
Now when this is over, and we know it won't last long
I could promise to always miss ya and tend your garden once you're gone
But no more talk of broken dreams, we've all been Victims of Theft
Keep your heart, keep your soul, I just wanna take your breath
I just wanna take your breath away
Music- Dave Bradshaw & Breck Lee Durham
Lyrics- Breck Lee Durham
Vocals, Acoustic & Electric Guitars, Bass & Drum Programming- Breck's Fault
Cool As You-
You talk the talk, when you see fit to speak
You walk the walk, over the bones of the meek
You're superfly smooth, You're dominatrix mean
You're porn star dirty abd you are showroom clean
Baby, you're cooler than the coolest few
And I'd break my back to be
As Cool As You
You're liquid loose, you're ripped up tight
You make the songbirds sing, you make those poets write
Baby you're cooler than Jagger was, back '73
Ain't talkin' no halftime show, I'm talkin' Let It Bleed
Shining like a diamond baby, cobalt blue
The A-list would kill to be
As Cool As You
A technician, a magician, there's nothing up your sleeve
You're like a reality show not a soul would believe
You've got the skills to bring the thrills baby, you're lightnin' fast
You're VIP seating, an all access pass
So kick it in now baby. right on cue
We could spend a fortune just trying to be
As Cool As You
You're hot as a deep down burn, sweet as angel's breath
You're cage fighter and you scare me to death
We all want what you flaunt, oh we love that bounce
You are jungle cat fierce now, we're gonna watch you pounce
We're all wanna-be's baby, haven't got a clue
Even if we did, we just ain't
AS Cool As You
Music & Lyrics- Breck Lee Durham
Guitar Solos- Sheffy Hayslip
Vocals, Guitar, Bass & Drum Programming- Breck's Fault
Truth Be Known-
I do not care today, but tomorrow I might
I don't have the strength right now to put much of a fight
In these times of confusion and desperation beyond measure
I balance the mind's search fro reason against the body's lust for pleasure
If the Truth Be Known
Wouldn't some hearts break
If The Truth Be Known
My salvation I would forsake
Stella's on the machine again, she'll be there 'til she forgets
I'll be down on Bridge St tonight building temples out of regrets
We used to live up in the clouds but now we just run around in the smoke
The words that used to flow so easily nowadays they just make choke
If The Truth Be Known
It would set us all free
If The Truth Be Known
Then liars we'd all be
I want to fly into the abyss, I wanna let all my scars show
Until I can bury caution's rotten corpse, I will never really know
So gather round, gather round now children, c'mon up closer to the stage
And tonight you'll see a full grown man let it all go in a full blown rage
If the Truth Be Known
Wouldn't some hearts break
If The Truth Be Known
My salvation I would forsake
If The Truth Be Known
It would set us all free
If The Truth Be Known
Then liars we'd all be
Music- Dave Bradshaw
Lyrics- Breck Lee Durham & Connie Fortik
All Guitars- Dave Bradshaw
Vocals, Drum Programming- Breck's Fault
The Alleged Exploits of Ramblin' Rawb-
I only know songs 'bout rivers & trains
No joy or forgiveness, just sorrow & pain
But you & I girl, we're in the clear
No slave ship blues we been singing here
Yearning nicotine and meditation
Reminded that we are all here by invitation
Ain't it just a bitch, once your soul begins to itch
The sweetest sound I ever heard, start it up man
Give me the word
L.A.'s crazy, Phoenix is hot
Houston was everything that I'm not
I've told the truth and I've shoveled a load
But there ain't no denying the call of the road
I've lived the dream of every outlaw
And I've been a fiend and got my nightmares through a straw
Now ain't it just a bitch, once your feet begin to itch
I'll catch you later on, yeah see you around , man
'Cause buddy I'm gone
Gone to ramble
Ramble on
Childish anger, honorable rage
Pure love set right down on the page
A testament to every tear cried
I don't know if I hit it but I damn sure tried
I've made my friends and they've made me
Made me grow. made me alive, they've made me free
Like to read for ya, just a bit
All roughed up and backlit
When the lines all get too blurred, just start it up man
And give me the word
Right off the line
Music- Breck Lee Durham
Lyrics- Breck Lee Durham & Connie Fortik
Vocals, Guitars & Drum Programming- Breck's Fault
Gone To Texas-
Don't be lonely, I'm Gone To Texas baby
Don't be lonely, I'm Gone To Texas baby
Rumour has it, the legends say
I'm Gone To Texas but I'll be back for you one day
Late at night I hear the ghosts call
I need to find out what's behind it all
Stevie, Buddy, Waylon & Townes
Screamin' whiskey & howlin' hounds
Gone To Texas, I'm Gone To Texas baby
Gone To Texas, I'm Gone To Texas baby
Rumour has it, the legends say
I'm Gone To Texas but I'll be back for you one day
If ya ain't from Texas ya might not survive
JFK & Davy Crockett couldn't get out alive
You can't see it, naw it's something you gotta feel
Down in Texas they just know when it's real
Gone To Texas, I'm Gone To Texas baby
Gone To Texas, I'm Gone To Texas baby
Rumour has it, it's where you go to pay your dues
Like all them cool dead Texans with them lonesome Texas blues
Music- Sheffy Hayslip
Lyrics- Breck Lee Durham
All Guitars & Bass- Sheffy Hayslip
Vocals, Drum Programming- Breck's Fault
Drunken Gun-
It's stingin' pretty bad this time, you really got me good
I promised I wouldn't get angry with ya even though I knew I would
I know that trust is over-rated but I expected more from my lovely bride
Now there;s no bone left to break, no skin left to bruise
Barely a shard of my shattered pride
The first time I got kicked figured it was my turn comin' 'round
The second I never saw it comin' cursed myself for letting my guard down
But the third time baby gonna be the last, there's some retribution due
I've got my on his table, and I'm drinkin' his beer
Sittin' in the shadows, waitin' for you
If you'd been honest with me baby just let me go first
You know that I couldn't be blaming you right now for just quenching your thirst
But it was that clear eyed lie, oh that hurt me the most
and there's a devil on my shoulder tellin me
"Go on, kill 'em both"
They say that a drunken man's words are a sober man's thoughts
And you wouldn't be sorry right now, if you hadn't got caught
Well I really hate to go and put an end to all of this fun
But I'm just dyin' to find out how much truth is in a drunken man's gun
Music & Lyrics- Breck Lee Durham
Guitar Solos- Sheffy Hayslip
Vocals, Guitars, Bass & Drum Programming- Breck's Fault
Good Too-
Harvey is on the floor in my room, he's been there for months
Sometimes I think he's dead, but I don't think too much
Incense ashes & lip balm they are neighbors in a duplex
They don't really mix, but I never heard 'em complain
Douglas Adams and Tom Robbins have our dreaming mind on the carpet
And I can't help but for thinkin' to myself that it is good
It's Good To Have
Roget is my buddy but he cannot help me today
I've got one million words, all coming out the same
Willie the shake's hanging round, telling stories we already know
Well don't believe everything you read, take the good, let the rest roll
Swinger's in Phoenix, Mormons in Idaho
Everyone we all got our own kicks, but when it all comes down you know
It's Good To Have
Music & Lyrics- Breck Lee Durham & Dave Bradshaw
Vocals, Guitars, Bass & Drum Programming- Breck's Fault
The Edge of The World-
Weaving to & fro, riding the rumble strip
Tilted road, you know, can make for a troubled trip
They say I can't run and leave these troubles behind me
But these troubles are gonna be winded when they find me
Gotta chase that horizon down
Always better lost than I ever was found
Run out hit the highway unfurled
Chase it down, reach The Edge of The World
Run with me, we'll go as far as we can get
Ride with me and we'll catch that goddamn sunset
You're a vision, all denim & leather & lace
The wind in your hair and the sunshine on your face
Gotta chase that horizon down
Always better lost than I ever was found
Run out hit the highway unfurled
Chase it down, The Edge of The World
If you saw your shot, would you finally take it?
With your heart in the moment, knowing full well the future could break it
I ain't sittin' & waitin', worryin' when the end will come
I'm runnin' these wheels I'm gonna make that asphalt hum
Flip a coin, we'll go whichever way the wind blows
What's the next stop for my travelin' trouble show
Gotta chase that horizon down
Always better lost than I ever was found
Run out hit the highway unfurled
Chase it down, The Edge of The World
Music & Lyrics- Breck Lee Durham
Guitar Solos- Dave Bradshaw
Vocals, Guitars & Drum Programming- Breck's Fault
All photos on the disc taken by Connie Anne Fortik
Mastered at Discmakers
Recorded on a Zoom 16 track digital recorder and a Zoom 8 track digital recorder
over a 5 year span from Carlsbad, NM to Spring Creek, NV to Seattle, WA
Ragged Troubadour
In The Pines (Ft. Elisa Carlsen)
True love, true love
Don't you lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night?
I slept in the pines
where the sun never shines
I shivered the whole night through
Well the longest train I ever did ride was a hundred coaches long
And the only woman I ever did love, she's on that train and she's gone
Well the longest train in this whole wide world, it ain't got no end, now I know
And on them long steel rails and them short cross ties I'm gonna ramble my way on back home
Well my husband was a railroad man, was the best in this high, lonesome world
And the only thing that he ever did wrong was to miss just one little curve
My husband was a good railroad man, killed a mile and half from town
I found his head in the engine wheel but his body never was found
Tell me where did you get those pretty little shoes and that dress you've been a wearing so fine?
I got my shoes from a railroad man, got my dress from a driver in the mine
My girl, my girl, tell me where you gonna go?
I'm gonna go where the cold wind blows
Are you gonna weep, gonna cry, gonna moan, gonna sigh?
I'm gonna dance in my good time clothes
Now I'm praying to lord, wishing i had never been born, or my died when I was still young
For then I never would have kissed your sweet, sweet lips, nor heard your rattlin' tongue
So my girl, my girl, don't you lie to me, tell me where did you sleep last night?
I slept in the pines where the sun never shines and I shivered the whole night through
Did you shiver the whole night through?
Shivered the whole night through
Traditional; Public Domain
Elisa Carlsen- Vocals
Guitar, Vocals- Breck's fault
Humboldt Sand
I was raised up good and poor, raised up good and hard
Had rocks-n-weeds-n-trash littered round the yard
Closest thing I had to a dad was plenty damn far away
Mother drilled it in my head "Son, go to work every day"
Now round here if you don't ranch, you end up at the mine
There are other jobs but that's about the best you'll find
You make plenty working in the pit but I preferred it underground
Run my jack-leg get my footage and blast another round
I learned to keep the work moving, my eyes open, my mouth shut
Learned to take no crap and never more than my cut
I was 30 minutes into a 12 hour shift
When some loose come down on me while I was walking up the drift
I was told my jack-leg days were over, my working days were done
After a while I'd walk some but never again would I run
Now the back that used carry me through, it can't carry nothing at all
Takes too long to cross the road, hell I'm lucky if I don't fall
I amble crooked now, yeah I walk with a helluva tilt
But I see men going to work across bridges that I built
No one's left that knows me but they recognize a broken man
I used to be hard like Carlin Trend rock, now I'm soft as Humboldt Sand
I leave my spot at the bar start the long walk back to my room
Passed by flat-beds and company vans, yeah day shift's starting soon
I see their faces looking at me in the street lights as they pass
Looks of pity, looks of disgust, you can all just kiss my ass
'Cause if not for some random rock I'd still be getting around
I'd line up all the new hires and I'd work 'em right into the ground
But now I get more pain when it rains and a check I don't earn
Comfort by the shot, with some cigarettes and time to burn
20 years later, got no use for a back that don't bend
Wish these legs'd fail, this heart would stop and these goddamn days would end
Now I rent a room by the week and this stool here by the drink
Every day's every other day and I'm long past the brink
JoAnn runs this place and I guess she's nice enough
Other people want to sit and talk, I got no use for that stuff
Cause I don't need the company and I don't want any friends
They just ask questions and I don't wanna tell it again
Tonight I lifted JoAnn's keys and said I wasn't feeling well
I gotta find me the strength to put an end to this hell
Taking JoAnn's truck to an old abandoned shaft
Tonight I'm going down in the dark, next step is gonna be my last
No one's left that knows me but they recognize a broken man
Used to be hard like Carlin Trend rock now I'm soft as Humboldt Sand
20 years later, got no use for a back that don't bend
Wish these legs'd fail, this heart would stop and these goddamn days would end
No one's left that knows me but they recognize a broken man
Used to be hard like Carlin Trend rock now I'm soft as Humboldt Sand
As Humboldt Sand
Music & Lyrics - Breck Lee Durham
Spike Coggins- Harmonica
Guitar & Vocals- Breck's fault
A Beer or Two (Ft. Dave Bradshaw)
Broke down the other day
Thought I could go nowhere in this nowhere place
Why wouldn't I want to stay, when I could piss off the back porch any day?
Yeah you don't say.......
Sit there and look at me
With all the world just grazing at your feet
Nothing ever cuts too deep
Not when they're 16 or 17 and you're cruising 'em up and down the street
You don't say....
Take a walk with me
Out to my GMC
We'll cruise you round the place
In air conditioned 4 wheel grace
And out to the hills we'll drive
We'll have a beer or two
We'll stop and look around
We'll cruise this boulevard
We'll try but not too hard
We own this one horse town
Yeah you don't say
Yeah you don't say
Music and Lyrics- Dave Bradshaw
Dave Bradshaw- Guitar & Vocals
2nd Vocals- Breck's fault
Nevada Rain
Coffee in a cup, watching the rain slow
Sun through the clouds and the mountains glow
Wondering how if ever came to be
That life would heap these blessings on me
Cause my girl's a high desert girl
Just as tough as this part of the world
As for luxury and diamond rings
She doesn't have much need of those things
Yeah I see, it's a mystery I can explain
A past hard and mean had been washed clean
by Nevada rain
Wasn't always so at the start
Had clouded head and an angry heart
Stubborn youth could make it all go south
Took some years to get it figured out
Now those lonely days are just a blur
In her smile I finally found the cure
Every day real is how it feels
I keep her on her toes, she keeps me my on my heels
Now I see, a mystery I can explain
A past hard and mean had been washed clean
by Nevada rain
Troubled times have come and gone
We're still here just a carryin' on
Yeah we've made it through some long, hard miles
I'd still do anything to see her smile
Now I see, a mystery I can explain
A past hard and mean had been washed clean
by Nevada rain
Music & Lyrics- Breck Lee Durham
Guitars and Vocals- Breck's fault
Smooth Road Out
The 101 is just parking lot, but Lakeville highway still travels well
I'll take Stony Point to Guerneville Rd, and run River Rd up past Korbel
I come back around to see some family, those just walkin' and those long buried
and I kicked up some old demons I thought I cast off but I still carry
I wake up filled with worry, I'm waking up filled with doubt
It's 90 miles of rough road in, but baby I can see a Smooth Road Out
Flyin', ramblin' & runnin', well you and I girl, we used to see the sights
But since then we went settled down, for hard workin' days and sleepless nights
Hours to days, days to weeks, and soon the years they've become a blur
But there's nothing wrong with us, a few new roads won't cure
I wake up filled with worry, I'm waking up filled with doubt
It's 90 miles of gravel in, but baby I can see a Smooth Road Out
Now it's been such a long time since we traded our tickets in for some sensible shoes
I want to trade this comfort for courage and kick off these everyday blues
I can still see it your eyes, the glimmering light of your gypsy soul
So c'mon now and leap with me, let's load it up and let it roll
We'll kick off all this worry, we can cast away this doubt
It's 90 miles of gravel in, but I can see a Smooth Road Out
Music & Lyrics- Breck Lee Durham
Guitars & Vocals- Breck's fault
Death Scene Blues
Used to be a lover, now I'm just a hater
Used to shoot kinda crooked, now I aiming straighter
Trying to find a way to deliver my final line
Trying not to sound too stupid, it's a helluva time
Looking to my mentor and he's giving no clues
You want to be somebody you gotta pay your dues
and I'm stuck here in Paris with these death scene blues
What good's a muscle, if you never flex it?
What good's your big scene if you never exit?
Coming to grips with my desires and my fears
But Venus smiles not in a house of tears (Shakespeare)
I'm walking around in a lesser man's shoes
Tripping on my lines and missing all my cues
And I'm stuck here in Paris with these death scene blues
Freezing all night just to get my pay
Scaring all the saints of the latter day
No Howlin' Wolf, little girls don't understand
Cause selling my shit for rent wasn't part of my plan
Ain't no use in bitching if it's the life you choose
And I came back cause I had nothing to lose
And I'm playing Paris with these death scene blues
Hey now pretty boy, dontcha read ahead
Cause in the end we all end up dead
And I'm playing Paris with these death scene blues
yeah I'm playing Paris with these death scene blues
Music & Lyrics- Breck Lee Durham
Bass, Harmonica- Rick Kuhn
Guitar & Vocals- Breck's fault
Ragged Troubadour
I showed up to play at the Emaciated Cafe
To an audience full of bird-like Heathers
I guess I played too loud , I quickly dispersed the crowd
Leaving nothing but a room of hollow bones and tattered feathers
I don't know where to begin
And I don't think that I will ever fit in
Don't think I'm welcome back there tonight
Yeah, I could be wrong but I think I'm right
I gigged for coin and grub at the Hipper Than Thou brewpub
And I was greeted by that same old kind of rude
They did not like my attire, my song selection they did not admire and they did not appreciate my attitude
I don't know where to begin
And I don't think that I will ever fit in
Don't think I'm welcome back there tonight
Yeah, I could be wrong but I think I'm right
I play all the coffee houses and corner bars
Just like a million other dreamers with their guitars
I know this type of living, it don't pay too well
But I have all these stories I just gotta tell
Now art can be unkind when it's all about the bottom line
And there's a whole lot more going out than you got coming in
So at least go have another drink, 'cause I'd hate for the owner to think
That this ragged troubadour isn't even worth his skin
I got one thing to say, then I'm gone
I hear this less you're paid, the more beautiful the song
I'd like to play for you again, maybe tomorrow night
You know I could be wrong, but I think I'm right
I think I'm right.....
Music & Lyrics- Breck Lee Durham & Connie Fortik
Greg Souviron - Bass
Guitars & Vocals- Breck's fault
Wayfaring Stranger
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone
There'll be no sickness, toil nor danger
In the bright land to which I go
Going there to see my father
And all the loved ones who have gone on
Going over Jordan
I am going home
I know dark clouds will gather round me
I know my way is hard and steep
Beautiful fields will arise before me
Where god redeems. where angels keep
Going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
Going over Jordan
I am going home
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone
There'll be no sickness, toil nor danger
In the bright land to which I go
Going there to see my father
And all the loved ones who have gone on
Going over Jordan
I am going home
I'm going home to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
Going over Jordan
I am going home
Going over Jordan
I'm just going home
Traditional; Public Domain
Guitar & Vocals- Breck's fault
Blissfully Blind
I gaze into the neon blue
To numb my busy mind
Calling upon the great beyond
For what I can never find
We think so hard, shuffling the cards
Trying to free that joker up
A futile exchange, it leaves a taste so strange
Now let's raise a bitter cup
While we rent and we buy
Each and every lie
And we all stay, blissfully blind
No small amount, who can keep count
The cost is hard to figure
Keep it blurred, use all the right words
To push the button and pull the trigger
Secrets are kept and the facts are swept
Gotta keep that balance checked
Now who's the goat? There's no use to vote
Nah, it's been a long time wrecked
And away it's all shrugged
Just keep me good and drugged
And I will stay, blissfully blind
The economy thrives, we're killing to save lives
And there's a pretty pink hue to the air
We got a million beggars and they're begging for billions
And it's all just standard fare
Flash the beauty but just let a few see
Make all the masses fuss
Who do you think knew? Who did he last screw?
But we don't care who's screwing us
Don't make a peep, just be a good sheep
Don't make us wonder where your loyalty lies
In the land of the free can't everyone see
All this good credit buys?
So sell me your vision of the day
Spin it, twist it, any old way
And I will stay, blissfully blind
Blissfully blind
Music & Lyrics- Breck Lee Durham
Guitar & Vocals- Breck's fault
Do-Re-Mi
Well, lots of folks back home, they say,
Are heading out most ev'ry day,
Making their hot old dusty way
To the California line.
'Cross the desert sands they roll,
Getting out of that old dust bowl,
And they think they're heading to a sugar bowl but
Here's what they find:
That the police at the port of entry say,
"You're number fourteen thousand for today."
If you ain't got the do-re-mi, boys,
If you ain't got the do-re-mi,
Well you'd better go back to beautiful Texas,
Oklahoma, Georgia, Kansas, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden,
It's a paradise to live in or see.
But believe it or not,
You won't find it so hot,
If you ain't got the do-re-mi.
Well, if you want to buy a home or farm,
that can't deal nobody harm,
Or take your vacations
By the mountains or sea,
Don't swap your cow for a car,
You're better off right where you are;
Well you'd better take this little tip from me.
'Cause I look through the want ads every day,
And the headlines in the papers always say:
If you ain't got the do-re-mi, boys,
If you ain't got the do-re-mi,
Well you'd better go back to beautiful Texas,
Oklahoma, Georgia, Kansas, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden,
It's a paradise to live in or see.
But believe it or not,
You won't find it so hot,
If you ain't got the do-re-mi.
Woody Guthrie; Public Domain
Tony Mannen- Guitar
Rick Kuhn- Bass, Harmonica
Guitar & Vocal- Breck's fault
Fade
I spent all winter waiting, for you to come around
Summer's finally here and you're nowhere to be found
I was hoping you might just see
What I saw in you, in me
But you soak in serenity, while in decadence I drown
Your songs flow with beauty
My every word's a wretched sound
I welcome the sweat and fever, to the ritual I am bound
I take solace in depravity, it's safe, familiar ground
I've ashes of memories, familiar face forgotten names
But I'll thrive in the ruins while I'm the one that history blames
No stones will I throw
These knives and daggers I will sheathe
I'll not speak ill of the dead
All good karma will I breathe
I guess I'm a fool, it was too plain to be deduced
And now you see right through me, to a ghost I've been reduced
I'm going down dreaming, it's the only time I'm free
And if you find me lonely and afraid please extend your strong hand to me
But we know that won't happen
I'll stay in shadow and in shade
and with each passing moment
And further from thought will I fade........
Music- Breck Lee Durham
Lyrics- Breck Lee Durham & Elisa Carlsen
Elisa Carlsen- Baritone Ukelele
Guitar & Vocals- Breck's fault
Up Jump The Devil
Big brother was raised a good boy, big brother never caused no harm
Big brother thought he could resist until big brother tasted that wicked charm
Big brother always walked the line straight, big brother always paid the rent
Big brother always meant well now he's walking down a road paved with good intent
'Cause up jump the devil.....
And he lost his mind
Up jump the devil......
With a real good time
Sweet Holly never seemed the wild type, sweet holly always seemed so blessed
When Holly went off the rails no one that knew her would've ever guessed
Now sweet Holly craves the late nights and Holly strips the meat from the bone
Sweet Holly satisfies her appetite and loves throwing temptation of her own
Up jump the devil......
With her kinda fun
Up jump the devil.....
And sweet little Holly gonna get her some
You know the devil can seem so nice now
Don't you know he doesn't look the part
Handsome devil can smile so pretty next thing he's got his hands around your heart
Ain't it funny how he takes all the blame, ain't it funny how he's the cause of the sin
Ain't it funny how he opens the door, ain't it funny how we smile while we walk right in
Up jump the devil....
Everywhere we haunt
Up jump the devil.....
To give us all we want
Music & Lyrics - Breck Lee Durham
Guitars, Vocals and Drum Programming- Breck's fault
Recorded on a 16 track Zoom digital board at-
Blue Room Studios, Spring Creek, NV.
Hipster Manor, Portland OR.
Spare Room Studios, Maple Valley, WA.
Little Nords on the Prairie, Shoshone, ID.
Mannen Summer Home, Filer, ID.
Studio Apt. Studios, Reno, NV.
New Place Studios, Reno, NV.
Extra thanks to Livia Lee for capturing the moments, The Nordstroms for use of their living room, The Bradshaw family and everyone who puts up with me when I get to ramblin'.
Jailer/Used To Be
Jailer (JJ Cale)
Moonlight comes through my window
But these steel bars spoil the view
You know that jailer thinks I'm guilty
He don't know that I'm passing through
Ain't no comfort in this prison
Ain't no mercy I can see
Doin' my time now, I been waiting
For that jailer, set me free
You know that jailer, walks around here
Like he owns. like he owns my very soul
You know that jailer's got the key
Hell, it'd be so easy, let me go
Moonlight comes through my window But these steel bars spoil the view You know that jailer thinks I'm guilty He don't know that I'm passing through
Written by JJ Cale
Mark Miller : Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Yamaha Organ, Mandolin and Drums/Percussion
Mark Miller is endorsed by Marcel Vazquez Guitars
Skyler Clarke: Bass
Breck: Acoustic Guitar, Vocals
Used To Be
Everyday we feel the devil's crush
And his brushfires keep us sidetracked
Can you harvest the truth from the bulk?
Let me know once the code had been cracked
'Cause I can't tell the day from the night
Innocent prisoners from guilty men
It seems the well has been poisoned
And I'm trying hard to transcend
But everything is just as wrong, as it Used to Be
and nothing is quite as right, as it Used to Be
Tell me is it human nature
That just as soon something ends
We start talking about how great it was
We want to live all over again
Now I'm trying not to worry
'Bout all this things that are out of my hands
But the the future can seem so bleak
I see no point in making plans
Not when everything is just as bad as it Used to Be
Not when nothing is ever as good as it Used to Be
Can you feel the blade hit the bone?
Does it make you feel righteous?
'Cause it all just makes me sad
Are you with them or you with us?
Damn now, ain't we special?
The way all our new toys play
Doesn't anyone notice
It's the same old things getting in our way?
So forgive me if I don't agree
When you tell me nothing ever lasts
It seems to me what plagues us now
Is what has plagued us in the past
Back when everything was just as mean as it Used To Be
Back when nothing was ever as sweet, as it Used to Be
Written by Breck Lee Durham
Mark Miller: Acoustic Guitar, Mandolin, Harp and Drums/Percussion
Mark Miller is endorsed by Marcel Vazquez Guitars
Skyler Clarke: Bass
Breck: Acoustic Guitar, Vocals
Wasted Wishes
Wasted Wishes
Used To Be
Wasted Wishes
Shadows in the canyon mean ice on the road, Shadows in the canyon mean ice on the road,
By the time you reach that curve, you're gonna wish you had slowed
Diamonds in that smile, angels in those eyes Diamonds in her smile, angels in her eyes
When the girl gets done you're gonna wish she'd passed you by
Chorus-Wasted Wishes, Ain't it just like that
Lure of the golden road make it hard where you're at
Momma told me and I swear it's true, brother
Life slips through one hand while you're wishing to fill the other
Appealing to the eyes, sweet to the tongue Appealing to the eyes so sweet on the tongue
When the bill comes due you're gonna wish you'd had less fun
Some call it driven, some call it greed Some call it driven, some call it greed
Those with nothin' call it wishin' for what they need
-Chorus-
Bridge-The blind are wishing for sight, hateful wishing for a fight
The ignorant are wishing for bliss and you'd trade it all for one more wish
Behind your guarded gates, what could you fear? Behind your guarded gates, what could you fear?
What kind of wish did you whisper in the devil's ear?
Back at the start, the road looked so long Way back at the start didn't the road look so long?
Now it's a quick trip to the end and you're wishing you'd been strong
-Chorus-
Late To The Party
Showed up late to the party-But had fun anyway
Brought my guitar maybe they’ll let me play
Got there and the crowd wasn’t half bad
Got there with some good stuff still to be had
I’m showing up-
Maybe they’ll let me in
Getting to play is a win
To get my foot in the door
I’m gonna give ‘em what for
Showed up late to the party-And Thor danced on the bar
Watched Johnny Gangster not get very far
Managed to avoid the Drama Queen Choir
Hung out while Horse held court ‘round the fire
I’m showing up-
Maybe they’ll let me in
Getting to play is a win
To get my foot in the door
Time to even the score
Showed up late to the party-And the acid kicked in
Saw the purple princess glistenin’
Got there before the going got tough
Once it gets loud, Shelia’s had enough
I’m showing up-Maybe they’ll let me in
Getting to play is a win
To get my foot in the door
Gonna leave 'em wanting more
Showed up late to the party-Well that’s what he’ll tell her
Drank upstairs and rocked out in the cellar
Got there in time to see the sunshine
Showed up late but maybe I can get mine
I’m showing up-
Maybe they’ll let me in
Getting to play is a win
To get my foot in the door
I’m gonna give ‘em what for
Bad-N-Worse
Well they might’ve missed the message, but I think they dig the beat
Got 'em feelin’ good and groovy, just in the time for the meet and greet
We got it nice and tight Now let’s bring it all night long
Get up on the stage Do the dance, sing the song
Chorus-Don’t dally baby, the moment’s waning Get it right, there’s no time for training
Lost in the rhythm, the chorus, and the verse
You need it bad? Well I’ve got it worse
Woo you’ve got a lot and I just need me a little bit
Anyone could wear it out ,Woo girl, you make it fit
You’re something to see And everybody wants a glance
You could make a politician honest, You could make a Baptist dance
-Chorus-
Yeah I Do
Love the pout to the lips, Love the curve to waste
Love the shakin’ to hips, Love to have a little taste
Sometimes it’s just a good time, Put in what you want out of it
I’m in for the [riff] For the twist and the shout of it
-Chorus-
Music & Lyrics- Breck Lee Durham
Performed by Trouble Show
Greg Souviron- Bass, punk ethos and glue to keep it all together
Christopher Simpson- Drums, rhythmic wizardry and sonic fury
Rhythm Guitar and Hollering Stuff- Breck's fault
Guest starring Kyle Visco- Lead Guitars, mid level tomfoolery and next level badassery
Recorded Live by Mark Miller of Sonic Wings Recording Services at The Holland Project in front of no audience.
Mixed by Mark Miller as well.
Logo and Banner by "©WGW Graphics • gworkman5555@gmail.com"
BIG thanks to Pluto for letting us rehearse at his house, Alana Berglund at the Holland Project, Tony C for the great pics, Mark for tweaking the knobs and pushing the faders, the fellas for knocking it out of the damn park and turning these tunes into some serious rock and roll and Connie Anne Fortik for keeping me from spinning off into a permanent darkness.