Easy Threader EP

by Dead Street

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This was recorded when we were still Jeremy Stewart & the Lives of the Saints. It was tracked on 1/4" reel-to-reel tape and mixed digitally.

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released 29 July 2011

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tags: alternative jeremy stewart folk rock grunge guitar solo psychedelic sludge Prince George

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Track Name: Happens Overnight
counting down the days, just erasing their names from the page
I need a more objective way of measuring pain

opening an empty mailbox for the hundredth time
when it finally happens, it happens overnight

if you had a choice, I would change my tone of voice
I’ve learned more from being in debt than you might expect

opening an empty mailbox for the hundredth time
when it finally happens, it happens overnight

counting down the days just to start from the start again
I can hear your words in my soul like a song through the wall
Track Name: Blood in Yr Ears
hitting a deer in the road
falling backwards down the stairs
hitting a deer in the road
sunglasses black out the world

when it’s quiet you can hear
the sound of the blood in your ears

burning a hole in my sleeve
drunks breaking glass in the park
burning a hole in my sleeve
learning to see in the dark

when it’s quiet you can hear
the sound of the blood in your ears
Track Name: A Song of Love
dream of rock n’ roll and tinfoil stars shining above
us against the world, or better still, forget them all
take my heavy hand, it calms me down and helps me rest
hear my one request: just let it go and come to bed

now though the sound of the band drowns it out
I’m gonna sing you a song of love

dance out in the yard as spring unfolds around your door
please show me your heart, it’s getting dark, I need the light
you are not afraid to be naked with me
we take off our clothes and remember everything

now though the sound of our blood drowns it out
I’m gonna sing you a song of love

talk straight through the night, another fight, another prayer
lines stacked up on lines to make a poem or a fire
I know what it means to take my time and let it fly
you know what I mean better than I can even say

now though the sound of our words drowns it out
I’m gonna sing you a song of love
Track Name: The Night That I Dropped
she drew the night shades down
she picked a pocket just to fold a paper crown
windshield wiper blades sketched a frown
on cracked glass in a Sunday town

there was nothing left of her
she was just a movie screen
the message came down from on high
and turned me into a machine
on the night that I dropped into her arms
on the night that I dropped into her arms

she pulled the curtains back
left-handed scissors cut herself some slack
the smoke keeps right on pouring from the stack
you turn around, the river’s turning black

there was nothing left of her
she was just a movie screen
the message came down from on high
and turned me into a machine
on the night that I dropped into her arms
on the night that I dropped into her arms
Track Name: Living Here
it starts out from
the name of a place
the ghosts of trees
under my street
the place you’re from
—but how far from?
unbury me
pull up the boards
can you place this call?
can you place her face?
overhear my words
in a moment of pain
I’ve done everything
except care for you

I can’t see myself living
I can’t see myself living
I can’t see myself living here
and it’s never been less clear

a good place to be from
—but how far from?
the holes in your jeans
are made to be seen
it hurts right here
it takes my place
through the torn screen door
the night comes in
the few bare facts
of a hidden place
over your shoulder
singing yes, amen
once you’ve dreamed of someone
they’re in your life

but there’s at least one thing left
there’s at least one thing left
there’s still one thing I can’t explain
that I can’t make myself say

I can’t see myself living
I can’t see myself living
I can’t see myself living here
and it’s never been less clear
Track Name: My White Shirt
think I’ll start smoking
gonna die anyway
play guitar in the mirror
school is still far away

and the sun coming in through the window
glints off a knife in the sink
read to me from the Bible

my glasses are broken
never much slowed me down
the bills in the mailbox
get so deep that I could drown

and the wind coming in through the curtains
whispers kind words to me
showtime’s in an hour

my cats are all worried
I’ll bet that they can feel a change
and I hear that even with all those missiles
America is still out of range

and a nosebleed surprised me, I ran to the bathroom
but my white shirt was already stained
I can’t remember her number

she can’t remember my name