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the Red Wool

by The Acre

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1.
Introduction 01:23
2.
The Weakener 02:45
Give me away It’s that time of the season to be someone else And is that ok? Is that a reason to be someone else? Take the laurel wreath Off your head It’s time you let down your hair It’s not what we have It’s not where we’ve been The defines where we’re going And what we’ll see It’s all about money It’s all about sin Kissing in the rain Caught you again So give me away Your breath is stale from beer and smoke And is that ok? To make the best of the words we last spoke Take the broken teeth From out of your head Its time you let down your hair It’s not what we have It’s not where we’ve been The defines where we’re going And what we’ll see It’s all about money It’s all about sin Kissing in the rain Kiss me again
3.
You slung me to slums A beautiful taste Torn into one You look to the sky With your gutted And glazed eyes Why’d I ever have to hear your voice? You’re a whisper in the city noise You slung me to slums A beautiful taste Torn into one You look to the sky With your gutted And glazed eyes Why’d I ever have to hear your voice? You’re a whisper in the city noise
4.
Your irony’s waning And your time is sinking low The ships in the night Surrender to the quiet light The cracks in the dark Snapping wood and crying bark The wolves are singing Sounds of a man dying The road is blocked Turn around don’t stop The road is blocked Turn around don’t stop
5.
I’m writing the great American novel It probably won’t sell Until after I’m lost and gone for good The story line is intriguing You and I meeting In different times of our lives it’s misunderstood The ending won’t catch you off guard You won’t have to guess whose heart gets broken in the end Should I write the secrets in the margins? Or lead you to believe in The scholars and teachers when I’m gone The ending won’t catch you off guard You won’t have to guess whose heart gets broken in the end
6.
Louder 03:50
Pale blue skies and little white lies Your heart beats louder The perfect gentleman who smokes a pack or ten Just a little louder Sunset’s beaming bright hopeless dreams and pointless nights Just a little louder Your eyes are black and sore and all you want is a little more You’re just a coward Your heart can’t control the sound And all your walls are breaking down No one’s there to comfort you Same old shit, nothing new You can’t break from the grind, holding on to nothing tight Just a little louder If love is a symphony, then no one’s ever played for me Can you play a little louder? Will it change if it won’t, when’s the next breaking point? Just a little louder Turning pages for an end, hope falls again You’re just a coward Your heart can’t control the sound And all your walls are breaking down No one’s there to comfort you Same old shit, nothing new
7.
Lambs (free) 03:10
You sit on a wall without a care And your eyes give a listless stare Your brothers are dying on a mercy street You sit and you sigh as she washes your feet For we are wolves in a sea of lambs There’s a howling that chills the royal night But your eyes and ears are locked tight The lights they shine upon your face Show the cracks of your fall from grace For we are wolves in a sea of lambs The words that drip from your lead tongue Call for arms to pick up dusted guns For angels whisper words in your head Your boys and girls fall upon a broken bed There are mothers praying in their Sunday best And fathers call out with a whiskey breath So you ease your guilt with a glass a gin And you tell yourself “hell, there ‘aint no sin.” For we are wolves in a sea of lambs
8.
Red Wool 04:47
I just can’t stay Vacant for another day If you should fall back some day I don’t think you should come back my way
9.
Burn 11:40
Burn out like a fire overturned My tongue trips on tired words I’m moving off I’m packing to go I’m moving off I’m packing to go Been out to sea for far too long Rusted near a quiet song I’m moving off I’m packing to go I’m moving off I’m packing to go … Murder Ballad Well you started to draw and quarter And you laid me amongst the pines My daughter asked me how I was I said, “Sweetheart I’m doing just fine” Caught my brother down in Georgia He was layin’ on the old line Hanging ‘neath the willows With blood spiriting down his spine This is the way to go I don’t know what else to say Wish to be up in heaven low But I got lost somewhere along the way My sister lays so still With blood rushing through her hair She gazes up skyward And prays to someone who isn’t there My mother is quite the fine woman ‘Til daddy shot her in the head She was cooking dinner for the both of them She poisoned his bowl and now they’re both dead This is the way to go I don’t know what else to say Wish to be up in heaven low But I got lost somewhere along the way My wife, she loves me still My dog, she howls through the night My son asks when daddy’s coming back “Son, I’ll be home by the morning light” This is the way to go I don’t know what else to say Wish to be up in heaven low But I got lost somewhere along the way

about

Recorded 2007-2009 in various locations in and around Boston.

credits

released May 7, 2009

The Acre is/was:
Nick Murphy: Guitars, Vocals
Courtney Cavanaugh: Vocals
Steve Rice: Bass, Keyboards
Sebastian Hutchinson: Cello, Bass
Chris Anthony: Percussion

With help from:
Will Tortolano: Cello
Conor Loughman: percussion on Burn
Brendan Cavanaugh: percussion on Burn

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The Acre currently is comprised of:
Nick Murphy: Guitars, Vocals
Courtney Cavanaugh: Vocals
Steve Rice: Bass, Percussion
Matt Samson: Percussion
Danny McNair: Guitar, Keyboards

For all inquiries please e-mail:
theacremusic@gmail.com

Make sure to say hello at:
www.facebook.com/theacre
myspace.com/chatterboxrock

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