From the recording Camouflage: Stories by T.J. Gerlach
Music by Christopher Gleason / Mule-in-a-Swamp Music (ASCAP)
Lyrics by Christopher Gleason / Mule-in-a-Swamp Music (ASCAP) &
Thomas J. Gerlach / Exile Incorporated (ASCAP)
©2024 Sado-Domestics
Chris Gleason: Vocals, Keyboards, Drum Programming;
Lucy Martinez: Vocals;
Jim Gray: Bass;
Eric Royer: Pedal Steel;
Jimmy Ryan: Mandolin.
Audio engineering, mixing, and production by Christopher Gleason at Noise Floor Delirium, Boston, MA.
www.sadodomestics.com
Based on the short story, "Shale" by T.J. Gerlach from the book CAMOUFLAGE (Lithic Press, 2018)
Lyrics
Funny how the smallest things
Can amplify at night
The ice machine is busted; That’s OK
The hum is guaranteed
not to bleed between these walls
Drink my whiskey neat, anyway
Drink my whiskey neat, anyway
Not inexpensive
But this motel room smells cheap
Next one might be fifty miles away
Memorized, mechanical
She turns on the TV
There will be plenty
There will be
Plenty
There will be
There will be
Plenty
So I’m led to believe
And for a while I forget who I am
I zoom out and away
First to the ceiling
Then to the sky
Dead-eyed, American
Dead-eyed, American
Wish there was music
An everlasting wave
Covering over all this empty space
Funny how the smallest things
Can amplify at night
Distance is contagious in a way
Distance is contagious
There will be
Plenty
There will be
There will be
Plenty
So I’m led to believe
And for a while I forget who I am
I zoom out and away
First to the ceiling
Then to the sky
Dead-eyed, American
Dead-eyed, American
Funny how the smallest things
Can amplify at night
Distance is contagious