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Harvey

by David W. Robinson

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1.
V1 I did wrong, And I should have known you were gone. I picked a pitiful hill to die on, And I know that. All that hurt I couldn't start to reverse. But I'd've done any thing in this world Just to go back. CH 1 But I must have been blind. You had 'em waiting in a line. Well take your pick, baby. I ain't trying to change your mind. V2 I owned my mistakes And I respected your space. But I didn't know in those days What I know now. It started dragging me down. You left me hanging around. I stood in shit like a rodeo clown Just to find out CH2 That I was deaf, dumb, and blind, And you had 'em waiting in a line. Well take your pick, baby. I ain't trying to change your mind. And, if you like what you find, And think his love is better than mine, Then do what you want, baby. I ain't trying to change your mind. CH3 I must have been blind. You had 'em waiting in line. Well take your pick, baby. I ain't trying to change your mind. And if you like what you find, And think his love is better than mine, Go on. Do what you want, baby. I ain't trying to change your mind. Oh, lord.
2.
Chrysler TC 04:23
V1 She's listening to Vanity Fair; she's hitching a ride. She's heard songs about Buick Roadmasters and ol' fifty-fives. But, it was sitting in rural Spring Valley out on the roadside, And it handled alright. It cost $599. V2 Some old wire hangers suspended the muffler in place, Kludged up with a coffee can and some aluminum tape. It had rips in the rag top, but the forecast ain't calling for rain. For some dollars and change, She's got a new get away. CH1 When she feels like her luck's running out, She runs out on the town In a Chrysler TC with the top down, Just cruising around. When she feels like her luck's running out, She runs out on the town. She goes cruising around. V3 Black with the all-tan interior and chrome wheel wells. A glorified drop-top Lebaron, but she couldn't tell. 'Cause when it hits four-K on the tac' it starts ringing her bell, Like a bat out of hell, But with that old leather smell. CH2 When she feels like her luck's running out, She runs out on the town In a Chrysler TC with the top down, Just cruising around. When she feels like her luck's running out, She runs out on the town In a Chrysler TC with the top down, Just cruising around.
3.
A1 I'm going to Lobelville. Yeah, I'm going to Lobelville 'Cause I've got Lobelville on my mind. So, I'm going to Lobelville. A2 I don't need a passport On a highway crash course. I'm running every single toll That I don't have cash for. B Take 39/90 off of 18/12. Sometimes the song sort of writes itself. Oh well! East to 57, south to 24, turn, Purchase Parkway, 641 Spur, Well, sure! It's up the road a piece! You can't miss it. A3 Take highway 40. Then it's highway 13. Drive down that Buffalo River row. Yeah, I'm going to Lobelville.
4.
V1 I used to waste time, too stubborn to wave white flags. If ever faced with facing it down, I would pack my bags, As if a new setting could change my luck, And the loss would be less of a drag, While time kept rolling on. V2 And I used to waste time just trying to call my own bluff. I'd count every last cent I spent on dead-end love. But no matter how many receipts I saved, My hindsight was never enough, And meanwhile, time kept rolling on. CH And in spite of sad songs, The sun was still rising While I was playing dumb, Insisting on trying To keep on running When I really couldn't run anymore. If I'd've had some foresight, I'd've planned for something Besides to die young, Live hard and leave nothing But an eighty-nine Camry sitting on the side of the road 'Cause time kept rolling on, 'Cause time kept rolling on. V3 And I used to waste time with my foot hovered over the brake Like a broke-down pickup doing fifty in the passing lane. But no matter how much I slowed things down, I could not get it through my brain That time kept rolling on. CH And in spite of sad songs, The sun was still rising While I was playing dumb, Insisting on trying To keep on running When I really couldn't run anymore. If I'd've had some foresight, I'd've planned for something Besides to die young, Live hard and leave nothing But an eighty-nine Camry sitting on the side of the road 'Cause time kept rolling on, 'Cause time kept rolling on. 'Cause time kept rolling on.
5.
A1 She had an aperol spritz, And I don't know just what beverage I picked. But with no tolerance, I went and blacked out just after we kissed. B1 So, I don't know what happened Outright by the night's end. The drinks were to blame, 'Cause I don't know her name. And between language barriers And no cellphone carriers Serving the states, Well, it sets the whole stage For a fool. Lord, what do I do? A2 I asked for aperol spritz, But this beverage cart doesn't have shit But a nineties playlist And a stereo playing the hits. B2 So I checked Christiania With "Santa Monica" Stuck in my head, Next to existential dread. I did a new sleepwalk dance To pursue old romances Forgotten and dead. Will I see her again? I'm a fool. Lord, what did I do? A3 Hey Aperol Spritz. I was thinking 'bout jumping that bridge, Throwing tantrums and fits Over chances I had that I missed. B3 Well my flight leaves at eleven, Followed up by the seven hour Layover blues. I'll be coming unglued. And I'll cross the Atlantic In a fear-of-heights panic Just knowing we're through. But really, what's new? Pretzeled up with no space between The seat right in front of me And both of my knees. I'm too tall for these things. When the flight attendant passes And asks what I'll be having I'll be cordial, I think. I won't order a drink, But I'll wish They had aperol spritz.
6.
V1 My Daddy drove a big rig. He loved the open road. He loved women and highways. He taught me everything I know. And he could read a map, And plan a route, And he never had to speed. But, when he passed away at fifty-five, He passed them eighteen wheels to me. V2 So, I hit the open highway To see where it would lead, Driving fourteen hours a day And never getting no sleep. Well, they can take away My bed at home, Take my showers and all my dreams. But they can't take away my tall boy, And they can't take away my keys. CH 'Cause I'm a-drinkin' and truckin' Across the promise land, From Louisville to Ft. Lauderdale With a Keystone in my hand. Some folks get their kicks On Route 66, Well I get mine from a can. So all I ask of you Is an ice cold brew For an American highway man. V3 Hank Williams had him a six string. John Wayne had him a horse. I got me an old T-800, And a wife who wants a divorce. Well, she can put all her things in a suitcase. If she wants to, she can up and leave. She can take me to court and ask for child support, But she can't take away my keys, CH 'Cause I'm a-drinkin' and truckin' Across the promise land, From Louisville to Ft. Lauderdale With a Keystone in my hand. Some folks get their kicks On Route 66, Well I get mine from a can. So all I ask of you Is an ice cold brew For an American highway man.
7.
V1 I keep her in mind. She's keeping me guessing, Down a road with no map Or cardinal directions. I spent all of my cash On cold misconceptions, And thirty-two years Just learning my lesson. Good lord. V2 If it starts with her heart, It ends in disaster. That was something I'd learned, But nothing I'd mastered. It was foolish to think That I could outlast her. 'Cause she's fading real quick, But I'm burning up faster. CH1 I don't know just where to start, But I promise She's cold blooded, yeah. I think she's trying to break my heart, Just being honest. She's cold blooded, yeah. She's cold blooded, yeah. She's cold blooded, yeah. She's cold blooded, yeah. V3 I'm seldom on time. She's seldom in season, But she's hanging on Main Across from the Legion. And I listen real close, But never to reason. I want to believe, But soon she'll be leaving. CH2 And she loves to play that part, Oh, I promise She's cold blooded, yeah. And she's bound to break my heart, I'm being honest. She's cold blooded, yeah. She's cold blooded, yeah. She's cold blooded, yeah. She's cold blooded, yeah.
8.
V1 There was always a movie, A TV show, or a book to read. My head was always turned the wrong way. You'd sit and see through me, And all the pretended improving. There were endless, dragging, long days, And still I never found the words to say CH1 That I'm sorry for the last twelve months and two summers. Your time that piled up, you know, I crumbled under its weight. My head said I had just one heart to hold onto. My heart said it was yours, that I love you, and I want you to stay. But I only pushed you away. V2 When my world was folding, You'd smile and you'd console me, And I'd just look at the floor and sigh. And my best intentions only Brought you tears and left you lonely. You know, it made me want to die. I wish I'd've looked you in the eye CH2 And said I'm sorry for the last twelve months and two summers. Your time that piled up, you know, I crumbled under its weight, And I meant to do you better, but never got a chance, 'Cause I fell apart and wrecked the best thing I ever had. I went and fucked this up so bad. I'm sorry for the last twelve months and two summers. Your time that piled up, you know, I crumbled under its weight. My head said I had just one heart to hold onto. My heart said it was yours, that I love you, and I want you to stay, That I love you and I want you to stay, But I only pushed you away.
9.
V1 I ain't gonna cause a scene or try and plead my case. Too much has been said and done for me to really change, 'Cause ten years have passed and the gesture's a decade late. So I ain't gonna tell you, but you probably know anyway. V2 And I ain't gonna talk the blues, or blue SUVs That I ran into the ground hoping you'd run away with me. I won't reminisce, romanticize, or speculate, And I ain't gonna tell you, but you probably know anyway. V3 And I ain't gonna call you up and try to make amends 'Cause it'd only make you think that you're just a means to my ends. But I loved you back then, and I love you to this day And I ain't gonna tell you, but you probably know anyway. No, I ain't gonna tell you, but you probably know anyway.
10.
Rain On Me 06:27
V1 Rain on me. I'm dying of thirst. Call my name. Put me to work. Just keep it same as the last on the first. V2 Rain on me. I'll weather the storm. That sky's been grey Since the day we were born. Pull your boats from the lake to the shore. V3 Shame on you. I'm calling your bluff. You can't force my hand. No, baby, I'm giving up. It's a wash, and enough is enough. Yeah. V4 Rain on me. Flood out my street. Let the cold winds roar, And knock me off of my feet. Spare me peace of mind that I don't need.

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released April 2, 2021

Recorded at Thorsager (Erin, WI), The Music Orphanage (Marseilles, IL), Kingsize Sound Labs (Chicago, IL), and a variety of home studios in Illinois. Tracks 1, 2, 5, 7, and 9 mixed by David W. Robinson and Eric Foster. Tracks 3, 4, 6, 8, and 10 mixed by David W. Robinson. Mastered by Mike Hagler. Album artwork by Jessica Cook.

"Change Your Mind," "Chrysler TC," "(I'm Going To) Lobelville," "Time Kept Rolling On," "Aperol Spritz," "Last Twelve Months," "I Ain't Gonna Tell You (But You Probably Know Anyway)," and "Rain On Me" were written by David W. Robinson. "Drinkin' And Truckin'" was written by David W. Robinson and Jacob C. Robinson. "Cold Blooded (Yeah)" was written by David W. Robinson and Matt Pittman.

Personnel:
David W. Robinson - Vocals (Tracks 1-10), Acoustic Guitar (Tracks 1-10), Electric Guitar (Tracks 1-4, 6-8, 10), Bass Guitar (Tracks 3 and 9), Programming (Tracks 1-5, 7, 8, 10), Percussion (Tracks 5 and 7)
Eric Foster - Piano (Tracks 1, 4-6, 8-10), Hammond Organ (Tracks 1, 2, 4, 5, 8, 10), Percussion (Tracks 8 and 9)
Matt Pittman - Electric Guitar (Tracks 1-7, 10), Mandolin (Tracks 2-5, 8-10), Octophone (Track 2), Upright Bass (Track 5), Bass Guitar (Track 6), Casio Keyboard (Tracks 2 and 5), Piano (Tracks 2 and 5), Percussion (Track 1), Vocals (Tracks 1 and 7)
Sam Gondolfi - Vocals (Tracks 1-8)
Brandon Reisdorf - Violin/Fiddle (Tracks 3-6, 9)
Aaron Kelly - Vocals (Track 3)
Jessica Cook - Electric Guitar (Track 10)
Trucks "Cheesy Johnson" Bennigan III - Electric Guitar (Track 3)
Sparks Rockfler - Electric Guitar (Track 7)
Spaceman Spiff - Electric Piano (Track 7), Synthesizer (Track 7)
Pervis Rumproast - Bass Guitar (Tracks 1 and 2)
Jack Skinness - Tight End (Track 3), Running Back (Track 3), Wide Receiver (Track 3)
Bart Fargo* - Bass Guitar (Tracks 4, 5, 7, 8, 10)
Pork Porterhouse - Vocals (Track 7)
Arlo Steel - Vocals (Tracks 4 and 7)
Matthew Michael McDonald - Vocals (Track 7)
Jon "Kits" Fistcannon - Drums (Tracks 1, 4, 7, 8, 10), Vocals (Track 7)
Keith "Bozo" Bozeman - Drums (Tracks 2, 3, 5)

*= Secret Agent**
**= Very important

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