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Garage Sessions Vol. 5 - Huh​.​.​. (digital)

by Patrick Storedahl

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1.
How ‘bout some truth Oh yeah How ‘bout some truth right now Maybe Maybe I could get me some truth somehow Oh yeah How ‘bout some truth Oh yeah How ‘bout some truth right now Maybe Maybe I could get me some truth somehow Oh yeah I… I don’t trust what you say I… I don’t trust what you do I don’t trust the right I don’t trust the left I don’t trust the president I don’t trust congress I don’t trust their eyes I don’t trust their lips The lawyers and the judges should be thrown in a pit I don’t trust you… Oh yeah How ‘bout some truth Oh yeah How ‘bout some truth right now Maybe Maybe I could get me some truth somehow Oh yeah How ‘bout some truth Oh yeah
2.
Camille 04:15
Camille, Camille came home last night Her red hair in tangles but she looked alright Hungry and tired but she wouldn’t sleep a bit Good God, tell me girl, where have you been Put on your red skirt…Put on your boots A7Let’s hit the town tonight and do it real good Camille, Camille… Let’s do it good Let’s see some Bright lights and celebrations…Sample all the medications Stockpile your firearms and explosives All aboard pack up you caboose Let’s fumble ‘bout…and stumble ‘bout…And run around like fools Camille put on your red skirt and boots Camille, Camille where did you go It’s been four long years since you walked out the door Camille, Camille…Am I out of my brain A7 Your twin sister’s older but you look just the same Drugged up on electric lights…Are we in cahoots A7Let’s hit the town tonight, let’s do it real good Camille, Camille… Let’s do it good Let’s see some Chorus Camille, Camille My zombie girl indeed I’ll get you what you want and I’ll get you what you need Camille, Camille… Don’t make me bleed Let’s see some
3.
She might be fragile sometimes She might break down and cry But she don’t need any grief or complications Weighing on her Weighing on her now She has strength unmeasured She’ll take it all on and not look back But she don’t need any shame or admiration Weighing on her Weighing on her now OOO Weighing on her You could make this all about you You could cut and run in a blur She could live her life with or without you But she don’t need that weighing on her OOO Weighing on her She might be able to brighten any room She might be able to hold up the world But she don’t need any doubt or explanations Weighing on her Weighing on her now Weighing on her now…
4.
Behind the wheel of a big black car My lights are shining out in the dark I’ve been driving, driving a while down this road in high gear There’s a heavenly glow from the dashboard lights There’s a man beside me I don’t know by sight I keep checking, checking back in my rearview mirror I’ve been wearing suits and smelling perfume Making love in the afternoon I’m attending a party but I can’t pronounce the address I twist and turn ‘til I’m upside-down I look up and see a big black cloud Nighttime’s upon me, yeah, the sun’s going down It used to scare me some honey, but I’ve accepted it now I drive into town like I used to do But I’m patched together with sticks and glue I’m running, running from dogs with meat in their teeth The circus is here crowding the street While a brass band plays and a blind girl screams There’s a dead white pony lying at a child’s feet There are pills in my pockets, spiders on my skin When nobody’s looking I swallow them in Then I swagger back to the party and nobody’s wiser Chorus I’m gimped up and feeling my age I’m a bare tree standing in a winter’s rage I’ve been falling, falling down and I can’t get up again People surround me like its Halloween I don’t recognized a single face I’ve seen I’m leaving, leaving soon I think I hear my train I hear a song inside my head With a sweet voice moaning out to the dead You can’t call it a party until something gets broken Chorus I’m wrapped up in a swaddling sheet I’ve used and abused and now I’m obsolete I’m smiling, smiling at you but it’s all a façade On a night like this not long ago I crossed the line and lost my soul Now I’m waiting, waiting to dance in the arms of God It’s coming ‘round the corner, coming down the pike Like a tattooed madman on a motorbike I’m going to tiptoe out of this party and get back on the road Chorus
5.
Huh... 02:02
We’re all making plans day after day We’re making plans and God just smiles We’re all making plans day after day We’re making plans and God just smiles The sun is bright shining on me But everything I’ve planned has come to not We’re all making plans day after day OOOOOOOOOOOOO and God just smiles The sun is bright shining on me But all of my plans are up in smoke We’re making plans day after day OOOOOOOOOOOOO and God just smiles The sun is bright shining on me But everything I’ve planned has come to not We’re all making plans day after day OOOOOOOOOOOOO and God just smiles We’re all making plans day after day We’re making plans and God just smiles We’re busy making plans and God just laughs
6.
With sambuca on his breath and a happiness that can’t be measured He’s a three-legged fowl with a lucky piaster to wager He’s been dropping out again, sailing out on a sideways wind There’s a storm on the horizon, but he just can’t shake his grin He’ll crash on the rocks in the dead of night Put a rope around his neck with a knot that’s tight Yeah, he’ll do anything just to prove he’s right, again He’ll pull all his teeth, so he can’t bite Or spoon out his eye and loose his sight Yeah, he’ll do anything just to prove he’s right, again Midnight at the Cinema Fantiago He’s got glasses and a stache and a porkpie, he’s incognito There’s a girl in the back of the stacks with the Orville and Duds Seven fist bumps and a hop to left for luck He’ll crash on the rocks in the dead of night Put a rope around his neck with a knot that’s tight Yeah, he’ll do anything just to prove he’s right, again He’ll pull all his teeth, so he can’t bite Or spoon out his eye and loose his sight Yeah, he’ll do anything just to prove he’s right, again He twiddles and he giggles like he’s tweeting out a Parker’s bon mot (He jiggles with mirth like he’s twiddled out a Parker’s bon mot) It’s hard to see the country when your head’s stuck in the O He’ll crash on the rocks in the dead of night Put a rope around his neck with a knot that’s tight Yeah, he’ll do anything just to prove he’s right, again He’ll pull all his teeth, so he can’t bite Or spoon out his eye and loose his sight Yeah, he’ll do anything just to prove he’s right, again Yeah, he’ll do anything just to prove he’s right, again Yeah, he’ll do anything just to prove he’s right, again
7.
Big top down by the water Washing off the road Scorpion girl is dancing with the cootch Like she’s riding on a toad Better shake some dust Better shake some dust Better shake some dust Better shake, shake, shake, shake some dust Preacher’s got the black eyes Blind man’s in the yard The bearded lady’s got the Snake-Charmer thumping But the psychic’s got the cards Better shake some dust Better shake some dust Better shake some dust Better shake, shake, shake, shake some dust The prophesy’s been tattooed Cornfields will fall Life from death, moonlight’s the Devil And the sunlight is God Better shake some dust Better shake some dust Better shake some dust Better shake, shake, shake, shake some dust

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Storedahl's fifth Garage Sessions EP...this one is more political.

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released January 3, 2020

All Songs by Patrick Storedahl
(c) 2020 Porksword Publishing
Engineered, recorded, and produced by Andy Yager
Mastered at Resonant Mastering by Ed Brooks

All vocals and instruments by Patrick Storedahl except
Scott Kooyman - harmonica on tracks 4 and 8
Maria Shimshock - backing vocals on all songs
Angi Swan - backing vocals on tracks 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10

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Patrick Storedahl Olympia, Washington

Singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist from Olympia. Has played guitar and keyboards with Just Plain Bill, as well as, sitting in with other local bands. He has been involved with many projects including 7 JPB albums, 11 of his own. He's now playing and writing in Alex Blum & the Roadside Quartet. ... more

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