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Distant Shores

by The Fine Machines

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1.
Blood Orange 05:10
Golden maroon stains on my hand Pulp in my teeth and on my chin Strips of the peel sweeten the air Through the trees the sun is playing in your hair You lay your head down upon my chest And hum a tune underneath your breath Though I never heard that song, I did my best to sing along I put your picture on a postcard and I sent it to myself That ink stamp was a gambling man with an obvious tell I know I'm going somewhere I don't want to go alone So let's take the long way home Daylight fades like the flame of a match Under the moon, we make each other laugh With your body held so close to mine I can feel your heartbeat keeping time I sit behind you on the piano bench And we move as the tune intends And I whisper in your ear And all the world disappears I put your picture on a postcard and I sent it to myself That ink stamp was a gambling man with an obvious tell I know I'm going somewhere I don't want to go alone So let's take the long way home Sing to me, sing That one where everything begins We'll strip off all our radio wire And we'll sing moonlight hymns
2.
I woke up in a strange place Should be used to it by now Overwhelmed and amazed At how tightly I am wound A stranger's heart in a tailored suit I play the part to mixed reviews Calculate every chance If this life is lottery I've got numbers scrawled on the palms of my hands Let's see how far they can take me A stranger's heart in a tailored suit I play the part to mixed reviews All the people, busy moving They never stop and never slow They shed their skin, their emptiness Nothing risked and nothing owed They let fall from their bodies Every piece of yesterday's clothes Things change, so I keep pace Cause these days ain't slowing down I woke up in a strange place Think I'll have a look around A stranger's heart in a tailored suit I play the part to mixed reviews
3.
Airport Bar 02:42
Honey by now, you oughta know That "my own private Idaho" is not a thing you say five times In any conversation In any location Especially this here ticket line These days she is a drinker She used to be a dreamer, too She's been dry since San Diego She can't resist that airport booze. Honey, why do you get so down? You could get up, Get up! Her in-laws drive her crazy Her husband's so damn lazy It's been years since she had any fun Her family fortune's buried Next door, 'neath the oak tree A laundry day of quarters and a thousand in ones These days she is a drinker She used to be a dreamer, too She's been dry since San Diego She can't resist that airport booze Honey, why do you get so down? You could get up, Get up!
4.
Binary Stars 02:23
Bowlegged and pigeon-toed In the grip of some do-si-do Changing partners, changing lanes Always headed down the same road Unsteady on two feet Bear witness to the strangest scenes The mind is juggling absolutes That fall somewhere in between It's a parlor trick, or practical magic A peaceful transition by force of habit The axis is aligned, there's no need to run for cover Binary stars, they revolve around each other Darling, be my chandelier I'll lay your able body here I'll light a fire to every fuse Until you shine from ear to ear Now, if I was a second guess I don't care what I came after Just tell me: do you cry cause you're depressed? Or is it joyous laughter / Overflowing It's a parlor trick, or practical magic A peaceful transition by force of habit The axis is aligned, there's no need to run for cover Binary stars, they revolve around each other
5.
You put some sugar in my coffee and you sweetened up my mouth Said so many ways you'd be good to me that I did not know about Up and down I swore, I've met you before, but it could not be true It was your smile of course, and I wanted more, so I dove deep into you Bottle blonde, bottle blonde, tell me Whose side are you really on? My love for you can't be explained The things you've done to be someone Now your real self is almost gone I'm sure that I never knew your name Playing Debussy on 103, your piano keys cry rain Well it's dry outside, throw that window wide, don't play it down the drain You're my chariot, why you staying put when a wheel's meant to spin I'll slow it down if you stick around flash that easy grin Now don't confuse myself with you What I need with what you do You know you get the same from me Bottle blonde, bottle blonde, tell me Whose side are you really on? My love for you can't be explained The things you've done to be someone Now your real self is almost gone I'm sure that I never knew your name I got your number wrong, now that dial tone is ringing in my ear Don't play it cool, and don't expect a fool - all illusions disappear You make that face, you ain't entertained, when all my games fall flat How could I know just where to go if you never draw a map? Now don't confuse myself with you What I need with what you do You know you get the same from me Bottle blonde, bottle blonde, tell me Whose side are you really on? My love for you can't be explained The things you've done to be someone Now your real self is almost gone I'm sure that I never knew your name
6.
By my flesh I'm bound To this world of darkness and light Where idle hands are sword swallowers In a firefight Under the starry sky I roam this endless trail I must find my own way And not forsake a detail The beat of my boot heels The rhythm of a dream I reach the city line And I'm picking up steam I look off to the distance At the shadows in the grass The world invents itself before me Creation comes at last The open air of midnight The allure of the unknown One noise is calm and steady Listen to that old whistle blow The beat of my boot heels The rhythm of a dream I reach the city line And I'm picking up steam
7.
You find yourself on distant shores Far from all you've known before You broke those chains that only held you down Now you answer to different names And the tone in your voice changed You're looking for what you've already found My love, my love What are you running from? There's no answer in escape My love, my love What are you hiding from? Things can't help but change Sick of all you can't control Tired of doing what you're told You're done with living life upon the shelf You let go of those prayer beads They erode like make believe I hope it means you finally trust yourself My love, my love What are you running from? There's no answer in escape My love, my love What are hiding from? Things can't help but change Endless battles with success Heavy measures of regret The will to carry on is all you need Failure is an empty threat When you fear there's nothing left Open your heart and love you will receive My love, my love What are you running from? There's no answer in escape My love, my love What are you hiding from? Things can't help but change
8.
All I know, I own my soul The devil don't pay like he used to That pressure pin just holds it in Still I ain't got nothin' prove- I do what I'm gonna do I make some big decisions and some big mistakes I know you can't make a living if you ain't getting paid So when I meet the good lord, gonna ask him for a raise gonna buy a round for Jesus and Skip James I know I'll find plenty of time To get my heavy rest I'm always given the choice for livin' The life I love the best I make some big decisions and some big mistakes I know you can't make a living if you ain't getting paid So when I meet the good lord, gonna ask him for a raise gonna buy a round for Jesus and Skip James In light of day or dark of night I keep my eyes open wide And no change in the weather Is ever gonna break my stride I make some big decisions and some big mistakes I know you can't make a living if you ain't getting paid So when I meet the good lord, gonna ask him for a raise gonna buy a round for Jesus and Skip James
9.
Alton Levy 03:38
I wonder if the city fathers who came up with this plan ever saw the rising water overwhelm the fertile land I wonder if the architects considered more than real estate a river starved by iron and bricks, appetite will find a way scattered by the open road palaces of glowing lights it's known to be a heavy load just to make it through the night I wonder if the breeze will shift and carry in a brand new life waiting on the scales to tip is no way to survive the air show's coming soon no one cares for flying machines just the clouds they run through and high-octane gasoline I wonder if the rain will fall the Missouri and the Illinois the order is rushed and tall to create and to destroy everything is calm now and expected to repeat raging storms aren't so loud in a haze of electricity I wonder if the crisp dry ground dreams high in the hills I wonder if it will burn down, turn over and rebuild
10.
I hear those bells a-ringin', I hear them chime I hear those bells a-ringin', I hear them chime That melody is plain and clear And as it plays I have no fear I hear those bells a-ringin', I hear them chime Morning breaks on the wings of a dove Morning breaks on the wings of a dove Let fly in search of dry land With hopes to a return, a branch in its hands Morning breaks on the wings of a dove The valley follows where the river runs The valley follows where the river runs No mountain can always be tall They return to the earth with the rain as it falls The valley follows where the river runs Wild orchids bloom as the winter comes Wild orchids bloom as the winter comes Time passes with an iron will Gives birth to all it cannot kill Wild orchids bloom as the winter comes I hear those bells a-ringin', I hear them chime I hear those bells a-ringin', I hear them chime That melody is plain and clear And as it plays I have no fear I hear those bells a-ringin', I hear them chime

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released April 16, 2013

Nate Allen: upright bass, banjo, background vocals
Jim Joustra: lead electric guitar, acoustic guitar, hand percussion
Dan Piccoli: lead vocals, rhythm acoustic guitar, Serling the Resonator, hand percussion

Lyrics & melodies by Dan Piccoli
Arranged by The Fine Machines

Songs recorded at Let 'Em In Music, Brooklyn, NY
Songs engineered & mixed by Nadim Issa at Let 'Em In Music
Mastered by Jim Joustra
Produced by The Fine Machines

Album Art: Jen Overstreet (www.streetoverjen.com)
Fine Machines Logo: Chris Cyran (www.behance.net/ccyran)

Thanks to our friends, family, and fans for your much-appreciated and continued support.

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The Fine Machines New York, New York

The FIne Machines are a blues and folk Brooklyn-based 4 piece formed in 2012. Vets of the LES and Williamsburg circuits, we try to combine simplicity and musicianship to create harmony. We're Dan Piccoli (lead vocals, rhythm guitar), Nate Allen (banjo, bass), Frank Schaub (lead guitar), and Alex MacKinnon (drums). We play basements, cruise ships, and concert halls - and hope you enjoy it! ... more

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