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Waiting Out The Storm

by Jeremy Ivey

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1.
Hey tomorrow people How do you like it there? How do you see yourself And how does now compare? Hey tomorrow people Tell me what happens next How is your nuclear threat? How good is the virtual sex? Hey tomorrow people Have you sold the world itself? Do your dreams have commercials? How’s your commonwealth? How’s your mental health? Hey tomorrow people Do you still blame the shit you do On different colored people That are not just like you? Hey tomorrow people Sorry about the earth... Have you found a cure for death? Have you found a pill that works? Hey tomorrow people Do you still hate poetry? Are you high right now? Are you where you wanted to be? Are ya feelin free? Hey tomorrow people Don’t look at me man I may have made a deal with the devil But I never shook his hand Hey tomorrow people Is it worth it to pretend That life is like a movie When you already know the end? Hey Tomorrow people, hey tomorrow people Does violence turn you on? Are you high right now? Is your motivation gone? Do you feel withdrawn?
2.
I saw a killer with an eye patch and limp Darken the doorway Of a one time palace, that in 100 years Became a halfway He never spoke but I knew his name was greed He stole the world with no trace of need And he’s taken more lives than anyone could tally Now he’s the king of Saturday night Down in paradise alley Everywhere she goes, the queen of doom She takes her writer Who hands her scripts to read aloud When someone tries to indict her The forgotten girls of west street knew her name But nobody calls it now, since she lost her fame A lot of lonely men knew her as “Sally” She used to make the dead men grin Down In paradise alley Assassins in drag are throwing roses To street performers In the bankrupt empire where the mayor hides Out in the corners Of endless bowels of this graveyard town He breaks every single law he ever laid down Before the whistleblowers all start to rally He’s gonna sneak away Back down to paradise alley Peasants are casting stones wrapped up In pages of the bible Into the windows of the clinic Where they sell you survival While the queen and the mayor wring their hands for a new day And the loud mouth bells of judgement have no more to say The song of a million souls will sing a finale Where they crucify their time Down in paradise alley You got a lot guts to show your face Out in the open It’s you they blame, haven’t you seen the news? You’d better get going When they find you out, you know they’re gonna string you up They’re drunk on blood and my friend there’s never enough They’ll drag your name through the mud of this whole damn valley If you need a place to hide, Go back to paradise alley If you need a place to go my friend Go down to paradise alley
3.
Movies 04:05
From Sausalito to the Rio Grande They say the heart away grows fond But I’ve been on this absent highway For so long When I was young I fought in the war I was shot three times and left for dead The doc gave me codeine Said now the fight was in my head They don’t make movies like they used to They don’t write those stories anymore They don’t make heroes out of celluloid like before They say the hardest parts of the day Are the beginning and the end But the hardest part for me Is knowing the day won’t come again So while you’re living in your stolen time Remember to know just what it means Some day some actor is gonna dress like you and steal your scenes And you’ll say... They don’t make movies like they used to They don’t write those stories anymore They don’t make heroes out of celluloid like before They don’t make heroes out of celluloid anymore
4.
A flower turns to rotten words The morning sky grows dim The papers all eat themselves And everything's a sin A skeleton man with a flesh pen Signs his golden name Upon the wall, like a child's scrawl Like spirits leave a stain Holy towns, holy worlds And holy walking meat Butchering itself While blood rains in the street And even a dead man wears a mask There is no death’s retreat Just the siren's famous wail That sings you sweet to sleep Headless headlines hollow breath Lead us in that dance of death And if you think you’re not in line Then you ain’t being honest The rules come from the top my friend They run the world you’re living in The hypnotist, illusionist Got hands down in your pockets There’s no trace of Eden here Where the new martyr bleeds Guns ring out in a house of God Like thunder in your feed And the twisted vines of myth they climb Till you can’t tell who’s lying The war gets close and no-one knows For which side they are dying Smog and fog and diamond shit That shines and makes you ill Is there one single unbroken heart Out in the mire still? Well if there is then tell me this How long do you think it takes Before the divide gets inside And bleeds it till it breaks? Headless headlines hollow breath Lead us in that dance of death And if you think you’re not in line Then you ain’t being honest The rules come from the top my friend They run the world you’re living in The hypnotist, illusionist Got hands down in your pockets Tents under the overpass Broken glass and dread Driving by, you lock the eye But turn away the head And the 1% can pick and chose The fates of all of us What's it like to see The golden rule turning into rust? Voices voice the void in vain On radios of silence Like weary waves that push and pull And give the ships no guidance As candles burn and beg the dark To stop its slow decent Is this the light of conscience? Oh tell me where it went Headless headlines hollow breath Lead us in that dance of death And if you think you’re not in line Then you ain’t being honest The rules come from the top my friend They run the world you’re living in The hypnotist, illusionist Got hands down in your pockets Jeff Bezos and Pope Francis Got hands down in your pockets Mickey Mouse the capitalist Got hands down in your pockets
5.
White Shadow 03:41
Get outta here, leave us be You’ve stayed too long it’s time to leave Your day is done, you’re world is over Your best attempts were mediocre Your castle walls have turned to dust Your fake medallion’s showing rust Here come the lawyers, here comes the hearse It looks like murder, it may be worse See the sleeping seas erupt, See the fault lines open The lava bed is set to blow (White shadow) It’s time to go It’s over now, it’s time to go You fed us bullets, carved our idols Chewed up lies and spit out bibles You made a ghetto out of paradise Treated women like merchandise It’s your turn now to fear the thunder How’re you gonna breath with your head held under? Your money won’t buy you from the hole And even the devil don’t want your soul Judges in their hazmat suits Prostitutes in steel toed boots they’re coming with their guns in tow (White shadow) It’s time to go It’s over now, it’s time to go Your medicine just made us sick You’re running with the Bolshevik Who’s got your kingdom in the pocket Who’s eyes and mouth are full of vomit There’s no saviors left at all The repo man has come to call And there’s no pieces left to move Death is all he wants from you Look out now here come the slaves And your victims from the grave They want an answer, they won’t take no (White shadow) It’s time to go It’s over now, it’s time to go
6.
Beware the man with everything and the man with nothing too They wear the same kind of pain and they’ll try to put it on you When you’re swimming in the rain and headed for the drain And a childs prayer sounds like a curse Just know things could get much worse, Things could get much worse oh you know they could Chris Columbus he gave me silver on my birthday the other day As it turns out, it was stolen so the law hauled me away Now I’m stuck in a hole doing life without parole And the only way out is a hearse Ah but things could get much worse, Things could get much worse oh you know they could I’ve got a woman, she winds me up then she steals my photograph She can’t disown me cause I’m not hers. I can’t loan her what I don’t have So it’s both of us to blame for a love with no brain Like a mountain full of fire about to burst Yeah but things could get much worse, Things could get much worse oh you know they could Elon Musk, ya know he votes. He’s got a sticker, he shows it off He hopes we’ll have the first robot president that plays golf He’s got rockets don’t ya know, and they’re loaded up to go Just in time to evacuate the earth Yeah things could get much worse, Things could get much worse oh you know they could
7.
You say the world is getting smaller and you’ve got no place to stand And the Law is getting taller and it’s shadows force your hand And you wanna make a difference but you’d rather have it made And you preach the sin of green while your pockets getting paid And you’re nodding in agreement when you hear the prophet speak And the words of equal measure you’re so eager to repeat But you don’t seek the answers I guess you already got um And all the trouble in the world, it ain’t your problem You say it’s such a shame all the families on the street And you hold your children close when you pass the place they sleep And you wanna give them something but you don’t have any cash Besides you know you pay your taxes, the city should clean up all this trash You’ve got deadlines and dues ya know the truth it ain’t that funny The kids need their tuition and you’re not made of money It’s a shame their at the ladder, it’s a shame they’re at the bottom But the weight that brings them down it ain’t your problem You said you’d live with nothing and you want to give it back You tried to walk like Ghandi, while the cloths upon your back Are made in third world sweatshops with synthetic golden thread But you’re opening your eyes with all the scriptures that you read Now you’re working 40 hours it’s too late to change your name You’re just trying to scrape by between the gears of the game And you’ve made a few donations, so they would not be forgotten And you’ve done the best you could, but it ain’t your problem And you go to sleep at night while the grief swims in your head Before your kids can go to war, they’re killed in school instead But that’s the way the west was won, in this godforsaken land By the cigarette in their teeth and a pistol in their hand So you drive your car to work and you watch the climate change You think of all the immigrants who’s children have been caged And the poor son that was murdered cause some racist cop just shot him Forget his mama’s pain, cause it ain’t your problem The Yankee’s fought the rebel the Arab fought the Jew The few fight the many and the many fight the few Yeah, the Christians fight each other The buddhists fight the fight While the right blame the left and the left believe they’re right And it started in the home, between the woman and the man And it’s always been that way, ever since the world began But all the holy wars, you know the dead already fought ‘em And they’re really no such thing as someone else’s problem
8.
Loser Town 03:16
Bandits in the hot sun beating on the doldrums, waiting for hang men, dressed up in bedlam Shouting out scriptures, pointing at the pictures posted on the billboards, Paid for by war lords. Unreal newsreel, tell Siri how you feel. Money from a bad deal, crushed by the big wheel Paranoid humanoid unemployed schizoids, singed up, lined up, tied up and bound up Yeah, yeah, yeah See ‘em all falling down Yeah, yeah, yeah Living in loser town Mary’s on food stamps, four kids, no grants, fighting off the side glance, pilled out romance Words don’t appease her, hand to mouth fever, fire in a freezer, no one even sees her Yeah, yeah, yeah See ‘em all falling down Yeah, yeah, yeah Living in loser town Call girls in China town, noose necked banker clowns, loaded up sex heads sneaking off to sick beds Preachers and creepers, doorway sleepers. A vagabond Jesus is looking for believers Strung out nut job, robbing all the doorknobs, searching for the house key, looking like Bukowski Who sold his soul for rock and roll, poems in the bathroom, a needle and a hot spoon Yeah, yeah, yeah See ‘em all falling down Yeah, yeah, yeah Living in loser town
9.
You wear your head like a trophy You wear your mouth like a badge You show your heart to the watchman Like you’ve got some right to brag You come in through the door Like you're looking for a war But all you’ve got is pride And it ain't worth fighting for You say the moon is all cracked up And the sky is too corrupt But what's the matter Esther? What’s the trouble babe? What's tearing you up? You put your guns on the table Your rabbit's foot and noose You poison your own drink And you laugh at the abuse You’re staring at the floor Like you've never seen one before Then you shatter into pieces Like you're frozen to the core You say your tongue is stuck Like a stuffed garbage truck But what's the matter Esther? What’s the trouble babe? What's tearing you up? You throw your gaze out the window You throw your mind in the street Where people change positions Where doom and dealers meet You come out of the trance And scream at circumstance And the pettiness of love But your words they make no sense You say your luck is out of luck And there’s oceans in your guts But what's the matter Esther? What’s the trouble babe? what's tearing you up?
10.
Neil Armstrong is walking with Mary Edwards Talking about the love they found on Tinder Crossing the street on the cold morning after The protest is all over There’s flowers in the street And everyone you meet is still asleep Half the people are in chains And the other half have the key That’s how it’s been, that’s how it has to be Pocahontas, Walt Disney and Al Capone They’re gathering up dust for the tombstone All the mourners in their black veils sing and moan There’s nothing left to say The execution is over The party went all night but now you’re sober On the day that you’re born You become someone’s enemy That’s how it goes, that’s how it has to be Invalids of the cloth, they hand out pamphlets To soldiers who’ve been punished for their service Even the secret service, they look nervous As the killer’s face get’s painted Across the evening news Even the corespondent looks confused God made the devil If he did make anything Iv’e heard it said, that’s how it has to be Shadows have grown long around the city You can still see Andy Warhol and Oprah Winfrey Hanging pictures of Susan B. Anthony On the walls of the mausoleum The gates of the colosseum Hoping someone on the inside still might see ‘em Love and hate, they will wound you equally That’s how it works, that’s how it has to be

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released October 16, 2020

Production - Margo Price
Co-production - Jeremy Ivey and The Extraterrestrials
Arrangements - Margo Price, Jeremy Ivey and The Extraterrestrials

Engineered by Joe Costa
Mixed by Matt Ross-Spang at Phillips Recording in Memphis except “Paradise Alley” and “Movies”, “Paradise Alley” and “Movies” mixed by Joe Costa
Mastered by John Baldwin in Nashville

All songs written by Jeremy Ivey © Fisheye Publishing (SESAC)/BMG except Tomorrow People and Someone Else’s Problem written by Price/Ivey © Fisheye Publishing (SESAC)/BMG and Peach Pit (SESAC)/BMG

All tracks recorded at Sound Emporium in Nashville TN except Movies and Paradise Alley. They were tracked at Three Sirens in Nashville.

Jeremy Ivey - guitar, vocals, harmonica, piano, synth

The Extraterrestrials are:
Evan Donohue - guitar, vocals
Coley Hinson - bass, vocals
Alex Munoz - guitar, lap steel
Josh Minyard - drums, percussion

Special guests: Margo Price - vocals, percussion
Dillion Napier - drums, percussion
Micah Hulscher - organ, piano, synth, electric piano
Dexter Green - vocals and additional arrangement on Movies

Cover image - Julian Majin. Photography: Back cover - Cal Quinn. Insert photos - Danielle Holbert

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