The Renos CD: Lyrics and Credits


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Coming Apart
Nothing Ever Happens Here
Postcard Town
Motion Pictures
Floating Saturday
Echolocation
Down
No Talking
The Weather In Space
Whirling Away
The Future Is Chrome
Painless
From A City That's Turning
See How They Run
Directionless
After The Gold Rush


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Coming Apart
Words and music by John Gallaher

Of course you meet and the fever burns
And feels still as the winter yearns
All ready to turn
Watching the city lights
As she says well we gave it a try
Shadows go by, try as you might
All the children are in the park
Saying ready, set, and start
As you're coming apart, coming apart
Coming apart

Rush hour and the traffic's grand
Behind the wheel making your stand
As they strike up the band
Breadcrumbs dropped all along the trail
Gingerbread in the oven Jack's in the pail
Without fail, hey look you're on sale
All the children are on their marks
With their bells and their stars
Coming apart, coming apart
Coming apart

All the little things you'll always remember
All the pretty things you'll always remember

The dog barks, the elephant walks by
It's getting dark and it makes you cry
And it's not quite one of your good nights
all the children are in the park
Carving trees with little hearts
Coming apart, coming apart
Coming apart

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Nothing Ever Happens Here
Words and music by John Gallaher

He's changing he's been dreaming and not loving the way you move
And piles of sky above him are coming down on you
And we all forget our crimes, tell me what were our crimes
As our bonds continue to trade and every relative dies on time

And we're just waiting for something to happen, but nothing ever happens
You're free to bargain free to bargain but nothing ever happens here

He's buying things on sale that are threatening to pursue
A different objective than the rent he's paid on you
And what about the children that he swears he never had
They're all in a building looking for a dad

Or something to happen something to happen, but nothing ever happens
You're free to bargain you're free to bargain but nothing ever happens here

We break down for breakfast
The breakfast of champions

The war is grueling when you're always leading with your chin
But even guns get lonely when there's no one there to shoot them
Now the other shoe drops as the battery is failing
And you're pulling up the blankets, blankets, pulling up

We're just waiting for something to happen, but nothing ever happens
You're free to bargain free to bargain but nothing ever happens here

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Postcard Town
Words and music by John Gallaher

The porches peek from gardenia and the blue flicker of TVs
Summer's coming down like diamonds and they've all come out to see
Someone's taking pictures of families under trees

So come on now
Come on come on now
Won't you come on down to this postcard town?

So we're driving we're always driving, with world enough and time
Behind magnolia the hills are moving, you can read it on the signs
The streets are full of fireflies and everybody waves

So come on now
Come on come on now
Won't you come on down to this postcard town?

There's a crowd around the lost & found, they hold it but they don't keep it
So blame the glare for staring, blame the rooms for where you sit
It doesn't matter what you get, it's never what you get

So come on now
Come on come on now
Won't you come on down to this postcard town?

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Motion Pictures
Words and music by John Gallaher

And what about the famous night where you're driving through a fog
What of the things you tell yourself? I guess it just gets lost
Did you have a thought, and give it to the wind?
A rose beside your pillow off and you're off again

Once upon a time it was soon to be a major motion picture
Once upon a time
Motion pictures that play against the dark some fine evening

Between the lights on your dashboard and the lines on your face
Something on the radio you can almost place
It orchestrates your fall through space all these nights that you know well
Reach for the past again if that's what you sell

Once upon a time it was soon to be a major motion picture
Once upon a time
Motion pictures that play against the dark some fine evening

The photograph is blurring, someone leaves someone
And goes back to the one who treats them like dirt
To think if that's what you get surely then it must be what you're worth

Once upon a time it was soon to be a major motion picture
Once upon a time
Motion pictures that play against the dark some fine evening, alone

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Floating Saturday
Words and music by John Gallaher

Whatever happened to your memories?
How many lost out to play?
They sit across from you staring
Floating Saturday
A theme and variations
And all those investigations
When you're off in some lost cause
You'll know then
You'll know then

Whatever happened on those nights you fled?
What did the children turn and say?
An echo of what you've never said
Floating Saturday
But never mind where you've gone
Leaving just goes on and on
When you're off in some lost cause
You'll know then
You'll know then

Somewhere around here are those notes you wrote
All those nights like some parade
All those fountains were flushed with hope
Floating Saturday
Bury this with a lightening rod
Bury it out in the yard
When you're off in some lost cause
You'll know then
Floating

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Echolocation
Words and music by John Gallaher

Cities I've never been to, spread out before me now
Buildings shining in the blue, people moving about
Keeping hold of the clues
Cafes in fine weather with the sun floating down
Weekends feeling so clever just kicking around
I'd've stayed there forever

Time is patient with your background information
That leaves you with nothing
It's echolocation, echolocation
As you're standing there
Wanting back home again

I'm looking up all the old addresses but you've all gone away
Is it something someone said or something we wouldn't say
And does it matter either way
The bright lights of the bars with two or three friends
Waving from their cars, saying come on in
What were their names again?

Time is patient with your background information
That leaves you with nothing
It's echolocation, echolocation
As you're standing there
Wanting back home again

As you're standing in the door with your dad and your cousin
Standing there in the door your party's just begun
And you're loving everyone

Time is patient with your background information
That leaves you with nothing
It's echolocation, echolocation
As you're standing there
Wanting back home again
Take me back, take me back, if you know the way
Do you know the way?

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Down
Words and music by John Gallaher

Saw you down at your hotel
Said that you were looking well
And there you were in the hall
And there we were among it all
So there it is girl
It's a little world
Carried to you on a cocktail tray

You're held up by your evening gown
But the heart hath done gone down
Right from the bar
Watch where you are
Wrong from the start
Reading for parts going down

What's it like to be beautiful
When the drinks are always full
There on the downhill slide
I saw you keeping hope alive
And at the swimming pool
With what it's done to you
You never tried to get away

You're held up by your evening gown
But the heart hath done gone down
And we're hanging there
Watching you in mid air
Stumbling about
No need to look out while heading down
Heading down

So here we are girl
In a little world
It's obvious what to say

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No Talking
Music by John Gallaher

"No Talking" is an instrumental track.

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The Weather In Space
Words and music by John Gallaher

There are some things in the bureau for when you don't know what to say
While in the night the moonlight shows the sheets in disarray
As the window reflects your face
As the sunset is speeding westward and the morning paper flies
Here is your lover as just another surprise
For you to chase

If you want to see
The weather in space, somewhere to be
The weather in space, the pretty things
That lovers trace say please

And the year is getting old in the park we play with names
We buy everything that's sold we circle in the train
Calling it a race
If we're so good with words why are we alone again
You can throw a rose to their doors but all that gets you in
Is your pretty face

If you want to see
The weather in space, somewhere to be
The weather in space, the pretty things
That lovers trace say please

I want this feeling of being lost to go away
Waiting on these winter streets as the distance breaks
We are all we're going to be on some empty day
Taking our place

If you want to see
The weather in space, somewhere to be
The weather in space, the pretty things
That lovers trace say please
It's somewhere to be

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Whirling Away
Words and music by John Gallaher

If I ran this circus, they wouldn't feel a thing
Floating in on the spectacle, as you're lovely in the wings
Taking your picture on a tiger all your friends waving there
And everyone is laughing
Here where you only begin, here, where you'll stay
Whirling away, whirling away
Whirling away

If I ran the movies, they'd all just walk away
You'd be there every evening, there'd be nothing you'd need to say
As you're sitting with your popcorn, watching some actor cry
And then a kiss goodnight
Here where you only begin, here, where you'll stay
Whirling away, whirling away
Whirling away

I don't know what I'm doing, calling you tonight
Thinking you'll pack it in with something long out of sight
Well maybe the sky is falling on everything you've been through
We all want someone to talk to
Here where we only begin, here, where we'll stay
Whirling away, whirling away
Whirling away

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The Future Is Chrome
Words and music by John Gallaher

They're talking in the other room and moving plants for the light
Breathing with the TV as a car horn starts outside
Then you're running for office, talking through a flag
And I'm down to the crossroads holding the bag

But that was long ago
And now it's calling on the phone
Say help me, I'm alone
And the future is chrome

I went down to the crossroads to see the devil
But there's no one here but me trying to count up to several
And they're closing down the porches now as all the loans are due
It's all you can get running down the avenue

But that was long ago
Now it's calling on the phone
Say help me, help me I'm alone
And the future is chrome
The future is chrome

Hey can you see it now, waving in the sun?
Weaving in our orbits now back there where we're young
And when you realize that you're alone
All the fog in San Francisco won't bring you home

The future is chrome
The future is chrome

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Painless
Words and music by John Gallaher

Someone in the lane
Did I not come back again
And do something with the moon
Something I did while living life
Hoping to give off some light
Something less, I know, like lead from gold
When it's painless

Perhaps I still can't use
The luxury of truth
On the far side of the room
And spite the tide of that life
See how it flickers in the light
Something less, I know, like lead from gold
When it's painless

These things that I can't say
These things that I forget
Something less, I know, like lead from gold
When it's painless

The expected situation
That you never expect
Is rolling down the highway
And the re-run of that life
That spirits off the light
It's something less, I know, like lead from gold
When it's painless
And it's painless

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From A City That's Turning
Words and music by John Gallaher

So look now we're all civilized, the stars reflect your eyes
As the sidewalk stretches like an river or a vein
Maybe you've only alibis, maybe you could cry all night
And pick up forget-me-nots from the parking lot outside

And just give me that smile, like the one that works for others
And tell it to the air that the weather's fair and we are not lovers
Just two blackbirds on the wing from a city that's turning

So you've got this little secret like an archway I wait for it
Or a salesman from house to house who never gets inside
You could be the first woman president or maybe have a little accident
On a highway in the dark or on a boat with a senator's son

And you just give me that smile, like the one that works for others
And tell it to the air that the weather's fair and we are not lovers
Just two blackbirds on the wing from a city that's turning

And I swear I know so little about what it means
When you say tomorrow is all tomorrow brings
From a city that's turning

Maybe we're all up against a wall practicing what we are
If what we are is all we've been through then what've we been through

If you just give me that smile like the one that works for others
And tell it to the air that the weather's fair and we are not lovers
Just two blackbirds on the wing from a city that's turning

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See How They Run
Words and music by John Gallaher

Make yourself a good deal, on the turning of the wheel
On that day how everyone waves, then you're away
and you've time, feeling fine as you shine
Catch trails reflecting the stars just to be where they are

See how they run, see how they run
See how they run, see how they run
How they don't want to go
And how they run

It gets so hazy you can barely see from the curb to the street
Everything is wonder moves so blurred so slow like heaven's so bright
In the night, turn to reach the stars just fly
As a carnival of flashing lights, shines on you so tight

See how they run, see how they run
See how they run, see how they run
How they don't want to go
And how they run

Splinters of the sun as we're blending to one
We've our moments and the moment's gone, standing on the lawn

See how they run, see how they run
See how they run, see how they run
How they don't want to go
And how they run

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Directionless
Words and music by John Gallaher

I was just trying to get away from marking time
And watching all those houses form a line
Feeling just fine
So please don't remember me this way
Remember me some other way
The parts that weren't my fault and the parts that were
And these roads going clear
How do you know which way is best when it's all a mess
and you're so directionless?

I was in the junkyard building rooms all night
Leaning empty springs in to the light
That's all right
Neither of us were ever really here
In the chromium of this atmosphere
I hear you keep moving all the time
I hear you're making a crooked line
How do you know which way is best when you're a mess
And so directionless?

I'm at my best when it's hypothetical
And what we are changes into nothing at all
Something small
You've still got a way to go to be alone
There's a hummingbird on the phone
It sounds like home
So forget your address and take off your dress
You're so directionless
Directionless

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After The Gold Rush
Words and music by Neil Young

Well, I dreamed I saw the knights in armor coming,
Saying something about a queen
There were peasants singing and drummers drumming
And the archer split the tree
There was a fanfare blowing to the sun
That floated on the breeze
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies

I was lying in a burned out basement
With the full moon in my eyes
I was hoping for replacement
When the sun burst thru the sky
There was a band playing in my head
And I felt like getting high
I was thinking about what a friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie
Thinking about what a friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie

Well, I dreamed I saw the silver space ships flying
In the yellow haze of the sun
There were children crying and colors flying
All around the chosen ones
All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun
They were flying Mother Nature's silver seed
To a new home in the sun
Flying Mother Nature's silver seed
To a new home

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CD credits

John Gallaher: vocals, guitar
Brian Bonhomme: guitar, lead guitar, vocals, piano, bass
Graeme Higgins: drums
Darian Stribling: bass, engineering, mixing

The Renos Album was recorded in Austin, Arkansas,
at Blue Chair Studios by Darian Stribling.

Produced by The Renos
Except tracks 8 and 10 through 15 by John Gallaher
And track 16 by no one in particular

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