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The Old Salts

by The Old Salts

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1.
Death Letter 04:23
I’ve got a crow on my shoulder Playing the Devil’s advocate He’s calling me a soldier Telling me to follow him Now since when do I march To another mans beat? I’d rather find a way Through the unpredictable sea Some may call me a hypocrite Some may call me a saviour Well I ain’t nothing but a working man Finding his path like the others Send you my death letter Hold it for me And i’ll pray that you make it out alive I feel a storm front arising He’s looking for a fight So I grab a warm glass of bourbon To carry me into the night Now I hear the windows shuttering The wind seeps through the cracks There ain’t no hiding from a desperate man When he’s got a wall to his back Some may run and take shelter Some may cower in the streets No matter where you’re standing You will be swallowed by the sea Send you my death letter Hold it for me And i’ll pray that you make it out alive
2.
I’m wasting away For I am not strong I would call it shame If I had any at all I was born a towering soldier But I lost some height in the fall And i’ll be catching my train home I’ll be catching my train home I was born a towering soldier But I lost some height in the fall And i’ll be catching my train home I stood a top a tall hill And looked down at the sea There was a sudden gust of wind It brought me to my knees So I sing a humble tune I don’t beg no I don’t plead And i’ll be catching my train home I’ll be catching my train home I was born a towering soldier But I lost some height in the fall And i’ll be catching my train home
3.
Perfect Man 03:36
In my mind I keep Open seems For all those dear and old But I won’t mend them So I can see There’s no perfect man in me I’m no perfect man Perfect man There’s no perfect man in me I’m haunted still By those i’ve killed For the thrill of a weakened man I fear the most I’ll never hold her close For my heart is with the road I’m no perfect man Perfect man There’s no perfect man in me
4.
Twenty One 03:05
When I was 21 No direction but east to home I found a tune I was looking for And the words that made me my own I show my soul in hope that they follow me To the open road And come from under the blanketed warmth Into the shock of the frigid cold I feel my heart slow its pace My lungs collapse when I speak With one foot in the sea, one firm on the shore The fear of god makes me weak at the knees Failure haunts me like a lingering ghost I’ve no gold to show my worth If I should die before my time I’d be a pebble in this mountain of dirt
5.
The Beast 03:59
She’s the angel above The warmth from the sun I’m a devilish grin With cold blood I must be dead I have lost my soul For my own hand holds the bottle Smoke a cigarette Till there’s nothing left I’m wasting time Holding my breath It’s useless now to go to sleep Just one more line to help me peak Careful now I’m losing hold Cause i’m drunk and I’m stoned And it’s getting old The cloud hangs over my head A helpless shell of a man I hear movement outside And I’m left behind again There’s something building inside of me Now I’m running with the wild beast Careful now I’m losing hold Cause i’m drunk and I’m stoned And it’s getting old I’ve got no strength My voice is gone Just one more hit And i’m on the run She’s the angel above The warmth from the sun I’m a devilish grin With cold blood I must be dead I have lost my soul For my own hand holds the bottle
6.
On The Fence 02:49
I’m alone on the fence With my hands held high To a loaded pistol And some loaded die Just give me a sign It’ll take some time But, i’m told there’s charm In my quiet eyes I’m growing old with fear I’ve been washed out to sea Off this rickety pier I’m hoping I find some ground So I make it back in time Before they’ve all left town When I comb my hair I would hope you’d care And fix any strays Blowing in the air I’m a wandering man But don't fret or fear Just call my name And i’ll always be near I’m growing old with fear I’ve been washed out to sea Off this rickety pier I’m hoping I find some ground So I make it back in time Before they’ve all left town
7.
Pearly Gates 05:23
Cast me in the fire Drown me in the sea But don’t let me walk this earth alone With a burden over me And nothing to show for this life Only rough hands and sore bones I will march through hell to those pearly gates And i’ll die before I lose my soul I’ve got my war torn brother to my left And my shell shocked friend to my right Both fighting men for a dying land Praying to get home alive And i’ll kill that fucking devil if I have to Slit his throat and bleed him just for fun Whatever it takes for those pearly gates I ain’t going back to prison where i’m from Burn ‘em Oh, burn ‘em to the ground Let the fires burn This sorrowful town There’s a crossroads burning in us all Killing souls for the wicked In the shade of the march And, now The Old Salts are moving in On a frontal assault We’re gonna tear ‘em down brick by brick Them, and their children that follow Burn ‘em Oh, burn ‘em to the ground Let the fires burn This sorrowful town
8.
Warships 03:54
Dodging rain drops in the open lane I curse the wind that blows me to the east It’s a shame, babe, I never made the coast And your warships took my ghost Your warships took my ghost Your warships took my ghost Then the choirs sang to me, the crowds remained “Keep your gun close and pave the way” Well it’s a shame, babe, my roots run so deep And your warships left at sea Your warships left at sea Your warships left at sea

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released November 3, 2014

James da Mota - Vocals + Rhythm Guitar
Devin Staple - Lead Guitar
Matthew Karas - Bass
Darren Eedens - Banjo + Vocals
Taso Pavlou - Drums + Vocals

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The Reverend Brodie Stevenson - Harmonica
Mikey Chuck Rivers - Gang Vocals

Produced + Recorded + Mixed by Sydney Galbraith at Desert Fish Studios

Mastered by Jeff Wolpert

Songs Written by James da Mota + Arranged by The Old Salts

Album Art Illustration by Richard da Mota + Typography by Sarah Rafter

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