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Shine Brightly

by Ike Catrett

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1.
Angel's Eyes 04:15
I fell into town and I said me a prayer and I did not have a sin But when I saw your angel's eyes I killed one hundred men I climbed every wall and I broke every law and I could not bear to wait But when I kissed your ruby lips I grew patient as a saint
2.
Got a job in the city Wearin' holes in my shoes Walk along gettin' dizzy Down magnolia avenue 'Cause there's faces on the TV And there's voices on the phone And that 5 o'clock shadow Says this town's gettin' old I'm goin' back to the mountain Headed back to the hills Make good money but it breaks my bones Long haired woman gonna sing my song When that mean ol' bastard sun goes down Bright lights, pretty women Made a fool outa me So I drive city limits Chattanooga, Tennessee And I sold my religion To that great big open sky and like an old time tradition I've made up my mind
3.
Shine brightly, my eyes, though the sun it fades golden And choirs who were once proud and lofty sing quiet Grow open my heart, know that no man is chosen Though a crestfallen angel may well hear your cry There grew in my mind, as I flew back to Nashville Illusions sublime, of a resurrection homecoming And then I dropped from the sky, and curled up and died Down on Broadway In the Rockabilly music at night, and the blues in the morning I drew from the wine, ruminations of my human nature Like the ruins of a man, with my heart in my hand, and the sun in my eyes The North Georgia wind, was as warm as the whiskey she poured on a whim, as the Southern Sky, blue over the mountains And we was mighty high, and the time was ripe Drivin' down Sewanee Slidin' up from fourth into fifth, we enjoyed inquisitions Of horrors and sin, and she said 'it's contagious, euthanasia' Babylon, Babylon, a fallen star in the evening
4.
New Year's 02:51
Can you take me down that old dirt road Twenty miles away I was headed towards the city But I know the city can wait another day Spark a fire and lay down your load Smell the smoke in the rain I've got me some whiskey and a fiddle to tell my tale and ease the pain 'Cause New Year's is on us now We've lost all our mothers And we're the only fathers I know Yesterday's all I can see Today's fadin' fast as me Settin' sail now at the break of dawn Save my troubles for tomorrow My bottle is empty But I think I'll reach the city before too long And I ain't seen but where I've already gone And everything I did is done And I got me a woman on my mind God bless my soul, ain't I still young? If I got my bible, and you got your rifle We'll take the towns and countries And sing about it around the fire Yesterday's all I can see Today's fadin' fast as me
5.
December 03:22
Dawn is cold and blurry Sunrise in the rain As a bird cries clearly Walking through the flurries On this Christmas Day You are nowhere near Seasons fade and tremble The sun wrestles the sky Just like late December Just like you and I You may not remember How often I recall Love was like a song Looming like the winter Fleeting like the fall We have come and gone
6.
Shine brightly, my eyes, though the sun it fades golden And choirs who were once proud and lofty sing quiet Grow open my heart, know that no man is chosen Though a crestfallen angel may well hear your cry The wise men have died, put the prophets in coffins Their eyes have gone dry and their words are now dust in the grave The gods are all gone and the preachers lay sleeping And their grace is replaced by a faith in the fake While the taste of the wasteland grows strong The ivory thrives, give thanks to the bankers We'll cry for their pride as their towers continue to fall May the poor man wage war and the farmer build armor As the land of the quicksand makes martyrs of men As I crossed the night, a fair lovely maiden Did capture my eye so I followed her down with a song And she led me away and she whispered so gently And we awoke to the sight of blood on the horizon Our country our homeland at war Now listen my son, as you brace for the wasteland You can whisper and run, or stay and defend what you love Live wisely my child as you're faced with temptation Beware a false love may strip you of your brothers and sons
7.
Now baby this feels just like a dream But you're only seventeen And your daddy's got me duckin' on the run Now baby you look so peachy keen You know just what I mean But give me just a little more time Now baby it's been a few years ago Since you first knocked down my door Now you're sayin' you're tryin' to marry in the mornin' Now baby I know, I know... I know I'm gettin' old, But give me just a little more time And if you think you ain't got me Call me late at night and see I won't always test my fate by hesitatin' Now baby there's somethin' I wanna show you And I like to take it slow So give it just a little more time Now I can't find you nowhere And I'll say that I don't care but maybe I miss you in the back of my mind And one day I'll learn to treat you fair I'll see you when I'm there But give me just a little more time
8.
Headin' To Virginia puttin' my love on the line for the summertime Camille and Lucinda, even Danielle's gonna cry for the summertime Gotta roll baby roll, I feel like it's time for freewheelin' If you never see me again, it don't mean I ain't all alone Well, I gotta a few baby's, Camille's my favorite one When I read the message she gave me, Lord knows that I had to run Now I gotta roll, baby roll, feel like it's time for freewheelin' If you never see me again, you can't say we didn't have some fun Well I got the message at half past noon By supper I had packed the car I know a jealous woman can act a fool But my baby went a little too far Now I gotta roll, baby roll, I feel like it's time for freewheelin' If you never see me again, you can't say that it ain't your fault Headin' to Virginia, puttin' my love on the line for the summertime Gotta roll baby roll, feel like it's time for freewheelin' And you'll never see me again, 'cause I know that ain't my son
9.
I am a man who once said he could stand to settle down Made my bed beside the fire These days my eyes are stretchin' beyond this settled town One last call for heroes There was a redhead girl who liked to make her rounds She was a superman collector I spied her wine-soaked lies she was hiding underground Didn't have no bags to pack when I left I hit the mountain highways, ran the western sun I traded music for my bed Deep in the desert's where I was my maker's sun And I got high on California time I build a shelter with my senses five alone I'm only restless when I die I walk a sandstone path and it leads me close to home Pray to God a pauper She bore a three page letter and nursed a glass of wine It found me lonely like a lover And I traveled backwards inside a sleeping car at night Things we do for others... And I never thought I'd say this, never knew her name But she's got me rolled up in her palm And one day I'll smile out by myself inside the rain The grass is greener, fertilized and tall

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released April 29, 2011

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Produced, Mixed and Engineered by John Darnall
Recorded on RADAR at Chameleon Sound from February-April, 2011

Instrumentation:
Ike Catrett: Taylor 310 (Every song)
Randy Hayse custom electric (Fertilized & Tall)
Parker Fly (Fertilized & Tall, Headin' to Viriginia)
1980's Peavey 4-string bass
Applause Fretless Acoustic Bass

John Darnall: Gibson J 45 (Mean Ol' Bastard Sun)
Dobro Resonator (Shine Brightly)
Gibson A 2 Mandolin (December)
Martin D 12 20 twelve string (Shine Brightly Reprise)
Gibson ES 345 TD (Give Me Just a Little More Time)
Fender Kingman high string (New Year's)

Jesse Dakota: Drums/Percussion

Derek Pell: 1921 Harry Vure Fiddle

Nick Blechman: Collings MT2 Mandolin

Tevis Hodge Jr.: Fender Telecaster (Headin' To Virginia)

Zander Watt: 1990's Les Paul Studio (Headin' To Virginia)

Amps:
Fender Vibro King
Carvin

Microphones:
Microtech Gefell UM 92 tube, M 300s' (matched pair)
SM 57
Neumann U 87
Groove Tube
Audio Tech AT 4033

Other:
Cameron custom tube mic preamps
Manley EQ
Neve compressor/limiter

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