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White Pine County

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I've written plenty of song lyrics on airplanes—enough to match the punch drunk number of flights. But it's different when you're on the way to your best friend's funeral. Years before my friend asked me if I might help bury his "problems" in the emptiness that frames Eastern Nevada. His request felt like some dark joke at the time. I counseled him during many a brown liquor fed night under the burnt hue of Old Town Las Vegas it was more likely that his problems would, in fact, bury him. 

And in the end, they did.

When Michael presented the music to the band, the song took off like a feral cat after a bird. I can clearly remember everyone's initial reactions: head nods and wide grins; a few weeks later, we took the song to Ken Stringfellow in Seattle to record and it was confirmed. our song came alive: fast, direct, and emotional. Ken jumped in with some harmonies and the head nods continued in the sound booth. 

Rare is the day where songs happen like friendship. When they do, you enjoy the moment for what it is: Magic.

--Kurt Foster

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Lyrics

Came in for landing
Wings out- 4 glasses down
All the pilots passing
Ratchet up when the rockets sound
Hollow and heavy
The heart below on sanded ground
Waiting for something
Has no name- has no name

Mechanic jackpot cops and frowns
Through the isles and head for town
Fill the lungs with stardust
Cue our theme- start the dream

I tried to warn you
It would take you out
And let you drown
That half dressed headache
The sleeping giant drug you round

Let's grab a shovel
Dig you up and take it out
Drive north to nowhere
No signs of life, too late to stop
Let's do the work now
With the moon as a guiding light
Bury this devil- your trouble, deep out of sight

I tried to warn you
It would take you out
And let you drown
That half dressed headache
The sleeping giant drug you round

Smash it now
It won't see the light of day
Pray out loud
They can't hear you anyway
Hear that sound
As the life slips away
Fill the lungs with stardust
Cue our theme- start the dream

I tried to warn you
It would take you out
And let you drown
That half dressed headache
The sleeping giant drug you round

credits

from Sunday State, track released March 2, 2021
Voice: Kurt Foster
Guitars: M. Carothers
Guitars: Steve Turner
Bass: Jeremy Dietz
Drums: Thom Sullivan
Percussion & Backing Vocals: Ken Stringfellow

Recorded, Produced: Ken Stringfellow
Mixed: Larry Crane
at Jackpot! Studios
Mastering: Adam Gonsolves
at Telegraph Mastering, Portland Oregon

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