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Flash in the Panhandle

by Mama Would Be Proud

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1.
I want to be in your dreams as haunting as it seems I want to be in between how things were or how they seemed to be a key to everything Someone messed up a part of me that feels a need to cling to everything To be loud, whispering Not want what I need No one can live the best life At any given moment things are thrown up in my face A thousand voices screaming "I can't keep going at this pace" Lately, I'm all sorts of out of place Can't make a case unless it's fake The haunted house, the jury's out The country MUST invade! And it's sad, always sad But even president's must laugh at the idea of a "holy war" or the freedoms that he can't endorse I want to be in your dreams as haunting as it seems as haunting as it seems as haunting as it seems
2.
I tried to go down smiling: eyes wide, the sun set finally Fine line, a painting pulls apart My mind: the day that never starts And oh my I'm dying every time I sigh, "oh my, love that I won't find is mine. All mine! I feel it all the time. It's mine! All mine: everyone to find. I tried to hold on patiently. High times, the beauty you can see is a far cry from the longing we can feel. An outline connects what may be real. And oh my I'm dying every time I sigh, "oh my, love that I won't find is mine. All mine! I feel it all the time. It's mine! All mine: everyone to find.
3.
Repeating the timeline
4.
The kind of darkness you'd expect. The simple drift into the rest... Tasteless, Heaven-sent to pull your soul out from your bed. (The big moment! The jury chooses death by any means necessary! A Death Siren swoops in to gather the debris, covering it with sugar and sine waves)
5.
I remember feeling sleepy, fell hard and I had just started dreaming Climb into a gentle pose, a mood's just a move away Kind of can I get real close? Can you cover me with shade? And I hear the day's not getting sold Every second is all your own And I hear that space is getting old Keeps on expanding with every fold I remember drinking water Out of the hose it's getting hotter Yeah, I remember feeling awkward Like my voice when it's getting softer And I hear the day's not getting sold Every second is all your own And I hear that space is getting old Keeps on expanding with every fold
6.
Did anybody see it happen? Did anybody watch the band? (Did anybody see it happen) I rose up, put my hand out You looked up; I couldn't stand how The Bath, the Bath The Bath, the Bath The Bath The Bath The Bath
7.
We opened a door We blew up the past And everything outside was tumbling fast Where I'm at The ways we can act Sneeze out a mystery On a surgeon's mask In the black The blues were a path Tore into the prairies And the cities right back And the pretty baby lifted me up to the sky So that on that day she would hold me and I'd have to... The saint got an itch and I got a twitch Some self-expression Though myself I missed Out of it She gave me a trick To be here at present in the still shaking stiff And the pretty baby told me I'd have to say "bye" So that in the shade she would never have to hear me No she would never have to see me We opened a door We blew up the past And everything outside was tumbling fast
8.
Oh I, I don't mind. I don't mind when you're right. It's just I, oh my eyes can't tie you up long enough to speak a sentence to or lie. That's where I won't deny I will like my next life, oh where I, I am fine. I am tangled in the light and left with a tree that I can't climb. It's hard to get older in love. Get your coat it's been cold, I will throw you in the snow. Quarter notes, two unfold right up to say, "hello! I've been missing from my own thoughts these days"
9.
My Appetite 02:20
Somebody thought up the impossible it's enough to get caught feeling crossable. In my dreams a dizzy scene, a busy hospital. Then I'm awake with the plain sunlight. Couldn't pay me not to fake my appetite. Feeling ain't a virtue it's the cause of it and dotting out what hurts you gets you shot again and again with a blindfold that was see-through. Your'e the sharpest, kid. Then I'm awake and it's late at night, couldn't pay me not to hate my appetite. Hardest one to mention I feel thrown away to a plane of empty space; what you didn't say. If I act tame, it's 'cuz I ain't and it's not ok, then I'm awake inside my mind. Couldn't pay me not to blame my appetite.
10.
If there's anyway that I can reach you without moving my lips. Still too much to say, things you can teach me. Don't tell me like it is. I'm too afraid, not a social being. A brain can't speak the heart. There's too much shame Can't fight the feeling Love shouldn't be so hard Oh, I get lost There's magic then there's not All I got was my hopes up in a thought If I speak real low, it's because I'm dreaming, drifting out my eyes The things you know: stupid singing circle's 'round the sky Don't sit that close gets me thinking I might never be alright I fear the most that I'll start sinking in the broad day sunlight Oh, I get lost There's magic then there's not All I got Was a picture for my thoughts Oh, I'm in shock Still flying when you walk Oh, I get lost Always praying I can't talk
11.
Apparently God is a pop fan and the devil digs Avant-garde But oh I thought that it was taught to lift your hand up when it's hot Never miss an easy shot Because evil has gotta look good, man. I guess I'm really mouthing off. But oh I thought the loudest shot, is the one that don't go off. We are shameless and if ever there was hope I say it ain't painless. That shrapnel of the soul is the taste you end up wanting. Nothing else could pick me up. But oh I tried, sure no surprise No locking up no trunk Still sinking in the mud With all my memories just yawning Every minute of the hours Oh I flicked the lights about 30 times Felt as if I had a showere Feelin' like a flower I am clean yet in your eyes I can't be sane Just like a dream, yeah? Where I'm really all to blame because apparently God is a pop fan and the devil digs avant-garde Oh, but I can't really see no difference Police patrol or Roman guard Someone's love like someone's art A promised land or just someone's yard
12.
Mileniums 00:41
(An explosion of time and structure on a poly-rhythmic play set, on fire with spirit for the future or any other possible digital conclusions)
13.
Flash in the panhandle if there's a spark then there's plan. Match, you can start a candle, 'n not worry about your hands A hedgehog's dilema don't get so close you'll bury it On a screen or off your feet Stand too far it's blurry, kid And there it goes! Your mama always told you the careers you could become She ought to have mentioned we're all a part of everyone Wake up in the gentle hours If there's a God then he don't play fair He would place you in the present sour What you see might make you scared To ever give up anything, but things just slip us by I've cried my way through many dreams ate the apple of eye Trapped by the rational If there's a spark then there's a bang Flash in the panhandle if there's love then it has a name
14.
Recess! 02:19
humdrum
15.
How did my heart get so wet? I've got a thousand ways to look at that. When did the wind get so set to correct my manners? Mistakes are all I ever get. In essence ever-present: I'm never mending, I'm never mending. In essence wide set lenses threw my senses out of convention. So when did your feeling just leave? I'm just something to see, I'm just something to see. But how did my brain get so hot. I wake up some mornings with my teeth in knots repeating "I long a lot, can't let it be! Won't ever stop!" So in essence I'm suspending. I'm suspending, you're forgetting that at present I'm still sending all that love in your direction. I don't even need to breathe, I'm just something to see. I'm just something to see.

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Recorded in Dallas Texas summer of 2011 at The Studio with a Ping Pong Table (Sachse)*Except "Something to See" recorded at Tear Wrangler. **"The Pretty Baby", "Oh, I Get Lost" and "My Appetite" recorded at Stephen's House.

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released February 14, 2012

Stephen Roberts-sings, guitars, Micron, Hammond organ, drums, banjo, reed organ, some bass.
Christian Baraks- bass, drums, big bass drum, “ghost whispers”, Portasound, jingle bells, shakers
Chris Littlejohn- Drums, engineering
Evan Douglas- Tambourine, keys, hospitality
Ben Littlejohn- Engineering
AllofusexceptBen-Vocals on "The Pretty Baby"

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Stephen Roberts, Christian Baraks, Samuel Bernhardt,
Joe White, Bennett Littlejohn
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