Liar’s Day

Liars Day CD

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May, 2008

Produced by Kenny Passarelli

Musicians:
David Jacobs-Strain — lead guitars & vocals
Joe Vitale — drums, Hammond B3, piano, backup vocals
Kenny Passarelli — bass, piano (track #5), backup vocal

Engineered and Recorded by Joe Vitale and Joe Vitale, Jr.
at Homebrew Digital Studio,
The North Coast, January 2007

Mixed by Billy Barnett
Gung Ho-Studio, Eugene, Oregon

Mastered by John Cuniberti
The Plant Recording Studio, Sausalito, CA

Photography by Len Irish
Graphic Design by Brian Chojnowski

TRACK LIST

1. Liar’s Day (Anne Weiss & David Jacobs-Strain)

2. Write Me A Few Short Lines (Fred McDowell)

3. Rainbow Junkies (David Jacobs-Strain)

4. Say It To My Face (David Jacobs-Strain)

5. Don’t Have A Choice (David Jacobs-Strain & Kenny Passarelli)

6. Traveling Riverside Blues (Robert Johnson)

7. Christmas In July (David Jacobs-Strain)

8. Black Cat At Midnight (Walker T. Ryan)

9. Sawgrass Revival (David Jacobs-Strain)

10. Black Glass Butterfly (David Jacobs-Strain)

11. Old Tennis Shoes (David Jacobs-Strain)

Lyrics
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LIAR’S DAY
© 2007 words by Anne Weiss & David Jacobs-Strain
music by David Jacobs-Strain & Anne Weiss
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Lydia sits by her window
With nothing left to eat
And outside all the recruits say
Do you want to try something sweet?

And the wind blows through the playground
past the children in torn up shoes
It don’t have much to offer
It’s just looking for something it can use

Some people call this freedom
I call it Liar’s Day
Don’t you count me among your martyrs
when you carry the bodies away

I wrote a letter to your mother
She’s always talking about the war
Said I turned 21
It was me and my gun
Does anybody at home know
Who we’re fighting for?

Some people call this freedom
I call it Liar’s Day
Don’t count me among your martyrs
When you carry the bodies away

Call it heaven
All the roses
Nearer than my god to thee
In the desert is when you know
That you have paid the liar’s fee

Some people call this freedom
I call it Liar’s Day
Don’t count me among your martyrs
When you carry the bodies away

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RAINBOW JUNKIES
© 2007 words & music by David Jacobs-Strain
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Rainbow junkies and the miracle men
Way out west where the pavement ends
There’s a big yellow moon
In the sagebrush sky
Taking 22 rifles to the neon lights

I’m going on the mountain
Where nobody knows my name

Nobody taught us to live this way
Making love in the fields
Until the break of day
High on the mountain
You look down to the sea
On the prison towers
In the land of the free

I’m going on the mountain
Where nobody knows your name

We were living like junkies
In dead man’s clothes
Riding on the debt
Of the ones below
Now we’re chasing echoes in the canyon
Just to feel free

Going up on the mountain
Where nobody calls my name
Up on the mountain
Where nobody knows my name

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SAY IT TO MY FACE
© 2007 words & music by David Jacobs-Strain
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You look at me
With your cannibal grin
I guess we must be back in love again
We both know what
But nobody says when
You look too good just to be my friend

Say it to my face baby
I’ll turn this car around
Say it to my face girl
And we’ll get right out of town

It’s getting lonely
In this big house alone
Pack up the dog
And the telephone
I burn your letters
Just trying to stay warm
I work too hard
To be so all alone

I wanna know
Say it to my face baby
I’ll turn this car around
Say it to my face baby
We’ll get right out of town

Sitting on the pavement
You’ve got the hood up
Smoke is blowing
You know the game is up
Tell me baby
Is there something I should know?

Say it to my face
I’ll turn this car around
Say it to my face
We’ll get outta this town

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DON’T HAVE A CHOICE
© 2007 words & music by David Jacobs-Strain
and Kenny Passarelli
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Take that bottle off your shelf
I wouldn’t share it with anyone else
And I’m not going to miss it tomorrow
I know you’re gonna leave
And you want me on my knees
But I’m not the one
Who’s supposed to feel sorry

But I don’t have a choice do I baby?
When you turn and walk away

I wanna scream and cry out loud
But I’m not coming back around
To hear you talk about the meaning of forever

You might think that I’m still holding on
But I thought we were living for today
So don’t bother coming back
To cover up your tracks
Because I won’t be going that way

But I don’t have a choice do I baby?
When you turn and walk away

I want to scream cry out loud
But I not coming back around
To hear you talk about the meaning of forever

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BLACK GLASS BUTTERFLY
© 2007 words & music by David Jacobs-Strain
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I was born in the land
Of the black glass butterfly
On top of the world
I learned to satisfy
You know you get my
Imagination like that
When you come here
In Your cowboy boots
Your corduroy pants

When I go down
I take my time
Hear you scream
Makes me cry
You sing me the blues
With your scarlet drawl
But all I want to do is…

I was standing on the corner
Of Main Street and Vine
My hands in my pockets
Looking at the sky
She come out of nowhere
Knocked me right down
I woke up later
On the wrong side of town

When I go down
I Take my time
Hear you scream and
You make me cry
You sing me the blues
With your scarlet drawl
But all I want to do is…

And I go down
I take my time
Hear you scream and
You make me cry
But sing me the blues
With your scarlet drawl
And I know you baby
Just want to…

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SAWGRASS REVIVAL
© 2007 words & music by David Jacobs-Strain
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It was a Sawgrass Revival
In the Siskiyou Mountains
And people came
From miles around

It was a Sawgrass Revival
In the Siskiyou Mountains
People came from miles around

Well they came rolling
Up the valley
In big yellow tractors
On celestine ponies
They were singing
As they ran down the road

There was this City Lights lawyer
He moved up from the valley
And he bought himself a big house
All full of shade
He started making moonshine liquor
In his clawfoot bathtub.
People said he was crazy
As a cartoon of himself

And it was a Sawgrass Revival
In the Siskiyou Mountains
And people came from
Miles and miles around

I was screaming up the valley 62 Ford
With my teenage sister
Riding shotgun on the running board

When I first got there
I didn’t know anybody
So I pulled out my guitar
And I started to play

And I’m going I’m leaving
Under a redwood moon

I’m gone
Leaving under a redwood moon

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CHRISTMAS IN JULY
© 2007 words & music by David Jacobs-Strain
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She was a beautiful woman
She had a super human job
She had great aspirations
That’s what they told the law

He was a real liberator
He held his head up high
All he ever wanted
Was Christmas in July

Christmas in July
Christmas in July
All he ever wanted
Christmas in July

On the way to Vegas
Nobody knew why
But they used to smoke in college
He said he never got high
Their daughter was bisexual
But they kept it hid
They said Jesus loved her
As if it was a sin

Christmas in July
Christmas in July
All they ever wanted
Christmas in July

I woke up at the office
I had a pain in my head
I looked out my window
There was nothing left

And all I smell is bacon
but God all I see is eggs
It’s a medical condition
that’s all the lawyer said

Christmas in July
Christmas in July
All he ever wanted
Was Christmas in July

Is it too much to ask?
too much to ask?

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OLD TENNIS SHOES
© 2007 words & music by David Jacobs-Strain
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I don’t want to go home
You can leave me here
By the side of the road
Just leave me here

You can cover me with leaves
Just leave me to rust
When you look at me like that
You turn me into dust

I love you babe
You’ve got my heart in your hands
I don’t even care
About your other man

If the sky falls
And it breaks your heart
I’ll be waiting for you
Right here in the dark

I was waiting for you
But you were right here
In the passenger seat
In your old tennis shoes

When the lights go out
I want to be with you
In a cabin in the woods
I want to be with you

I don’t want to go home
You can leave me here
By the side of the road
just leave me here.