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Canis Majoris

Canis Majoris

Brimming with confidence and charisma, Esquela roars to life with their third release Canis Majoris. From the opening strains of the doo-wop inspired “It Didn’t Take” to the closing cover of the Blue Mountain classic “Blue Canoe,” Esquela finds its musical roots embedded deep in the grit of rural America. You’ll hear songs of love and loss, a stinging critique of our unique brand of American greed, and even a musical retelling of one of the most infamous games in baseball history. Together they form the backbone of a stirring work from a band who’s found its footing.

It Didn't Take
It Didn’t Take

CHORUS:
It didn’t take, outside my door
It didn’t take, it’s three am
It didn’t take, He’s ringing my bell
It didn’t take, now I’m back in hell

He said I ain’t goin to the shack
I said, “baby why you treat me like that”
So I’m thinking this guy’s got to go
That’s what I said when I walked out the door

He said you’re funny, it’s really cute
He never thought I would give him the boot
I was serious and I told him so
He said, “baby please don’t go”

CHORUS

Next week it’s the same old show
He’s saying that I can’t go
I’m never gonna take his ring
If he keeps telling me that I can’t sing

I tell him I can’t do this no more,
He says just you wait for what’s in store
I say, “No” that “I can wait”
But he would not take the bait

CHORUS

SOLO

BRIDGE:
He thinks that I want to live like this
He thinks that I can live like this
How did I get to this place?
I guess I shouldn’t have opened the door

Too Big to Fail
Too Big to Fail

Chorus:
Too big to fail, too rich for jail
How much do you need to cure the greed
How much stuff to say, “enough is enough”

Pigs get fat, hogs get slaughtered
If it turns a profit you’d probably sell your own daughter
Just a bunch of greedy fat cats
Same fat cats from the frats
Just the same old fat cats from the frats

Chorus

Auditors, bankers, brokers, lawyers too
Everyone’s in on the ruse
It sounds too good to be true

Selfish, arrogant, psychopath, spoiled brats
We’re doing the time
For their crimes
It’s the same old fat cats from the frats
It’s the same old fat cats from the frats

Chorus

Sorry
Sorry

Chorus:
Baby, I’m sorry… Don’t know what else to say
I messed up and shouldn’t have treated you this way

See I was running with the big dogs… I was howlin’ at the moon
Now I feel like a snake in the grass, tears falling like a monsoon

Chorus

Cause it didn’t mean nothin’, just a one night stand
I’m not plannin a residency, I’ve got no world tours planned

Chorus
Solo

It was a moment of weakness, yes you, you know it’s true
I’m the baby in the bathwater and I’m in love with you

Chorus

Answer Song:
When you’re out running with the big dogs
Humpin’ whomever’s leg
I’ve been with the gardener in your own bed

What started out as “another thing” has now blossomed into love
This talk came at the perfect time because our time is up
I’ll have my stuff out by the weekend and P.S. The gardener quits
So as far as your one night stand goes baby… I really don’t give a shit

Cause you’re sorry
Yeah you’re sorry
You’re sorry
You’re sorry

Pine Tar
Pine Tar

July 24th, nineteen eighty-three
On a trip with the junior legion team
Yankee stadium, the field of dreams
No place for a Mets fan to be

Top of the ninth, Royals down by one
Brett up to bat, on first was Washington
There I was rooting for the underdog
Couldn’t root out loud – didn’t dare make a sound

George launched Goose’s ball into flight
Just beneath our seats in right
As he rounded the bases the crowd was stunned
It looked as if the Royals had won

But Billy came out to protest the at-bat
Too much pine tar near the top of the bat
The umpires agreed and Brett was gone
Hard to believe the Yankees had won

Walking down the ramp, wondering what just went down
The crowd didn’t care, for the Yankees had won
Gaylord tried to hide the evidence
He was ejected for his offense

But justice was served, justice prevailed
The ruling overturned by Lee McPhail
The game was finished 25 days late
To finally seal the Yankees’ fate

Valentine's Day
Valentine’s Day

Well they raised up the prices of roses today
All because they said it was a holiday
It’s the day that I’m supposed to say, “I love you”
But I love you anyway and everyday it’s true

CHORUS:
And I don’t need no hallmark holiday
To tell me how I feel about you
Cause everyday is Valentine’s Day
Whenever I’m with you

The next day roses are half price
But that doesn’t mean I’d treat you half as nice
Cause every day is Valentine’s Day
Whenever I’m with you

CHORUS

Gonna save up all my money some day
Build you a greenhouse with all of my pay
Then I’d grow roses for you everyday
To show my love and give it to you

Chorus Out

Need Not Apply
Need Not Apply

Chorus:
The Irish need not apply
The Irish need not apply
They were the blacks of Europe
Looking for hope
The Irish need not apply

Famine drove them from their homes
They came to The States in droves
Some didn’t like their beliefs
Now the Irish need not apply

Chorus

Their tight-knit community
Provided them with unity
Their votes gave them power to give them a say
Now the Irish, they can apply

Solo
Chorus
Chorus

Gold Digger

Gold Digger

Give an inch and you take a mile
There is no telling behind the smile
Pay your dues while he grows old
Count up the loot before the body’s cold

Travel the world see the seven seas
Have no cares do as you please
No nine to five, not up your alley
No sense of value or reality

No sense in working to pay the rent
You ain’t broke, hell you ain’t even bent
Always looking for the next free ride
Have you no dignity, where is your pride?

Wear used clothes but deep down a snob
Love is work and you’ve never had a job
When you gonna make your own way
All that work just means you get no play

Chorus/Bridge:
Gold digger, gold digger – When you gonna pay your own way
Gold digger, gold digger – All that work just means you get no play
Gold digger, gold digger – When you gonna pay your own way
Gold digger, gold digger – All that work just means you get no play

DKC
DKC

You taught me how to write this song
Gonna miss you when you’re gone
You taught me about things in life
Living, learning and how to survive

You taught me how to fly bat blind
Even when the sounds weren’t kind
I always listened to what you said
You always got the drummer laid

Bridge:
I didn’t know a key from a note
You taught me Credence, note for note
I didn’t know a one from a half
To you it was just great sounding jazz

The advice you gave often sage
Even though the bottle is your cane
I realize how it is not too late
We can all change our own fate

You taught me how to write this song
Gonna miss you when you’re gone
You taught me how to write this song
Gonna miss you when you’re gone

Animals
Animals

I like animals because they are cute
Dogs, hamsters, guinea pigs and newts
Horses smell when you hold out your hand
Not all dogs need 4 legs to stand

Dogs will stay with you all the long day
Cats will bring you their gifts of prey
Pigs are the magic animal
They give you pork, sausage, bacon and ham

Chorus:
Moo, moo, cheep, cheep, cheep
Cows, goats, chickens and sheep
Moo, moo, cheep, cheep, cheep
Cows, goats, chickens and sheep
Lambs drink milk from a baby’s bottle
Lambs drink milk from a baby’s bottle

Cats are soft, cuddly and cute
Some don’t care and they give them the boot
Dogs hunt frogs, bunnies and squirrels
They are the best friends in the whole wide world

Chorus Out

CHORUS – OUT

ALBUM CREDITS

Esquela is
Brian Shafer – Guitar; Becca Frame – Vocals; John “Chico” Finn – Bass/Vocals; Matt Woodin – Guitar; Todd Russell – Drums/Vocals
Guest Musicians
Eric “Roscoe” Ambel – Guitar/Vocals; Brian Mangini – Keys; Matthew Polashek – Saxophone; Mark Spencer – Pedal Steel; Tom White – Banjo/Tin Whistle/Fiddle
Writers
John “Chico” Finn; Chico and Becca Frame (Track 3); Chico and Emmylou Finn (Track 9); Porter Cray Hudson and Laurie Stirratt (Track 10)
Publisher
Livestock Music (BMI); Universal Music Careers Publishing (Track 10)
Producer
Eric “Roscoe” Ambel
Recorded by
Mario Viele at Back in the Hole Studios, Bovina, NY
Additional recording by
Brian Shafer at Project Awesome, Richmondville, NY
Additional recording by
Andris Balins at Back in the Hole Studios, Bovina, NY
Mixed by
Eric Ambel at Evie’s in Clinton Hill, Brooklyn, NY
Mastered by
Paul Gold at Salt Mastering, Greenpoint, Brooklyn, NY
Artwork
Liz Hirsch – Design; Chico – Cover Photo; Amanda Popp – Inside Cover Photo; Todd Russell – Back Cover Photo
This album is dedicated to the memory of Matthew Albritton Frame 1951-2015

arewerolling

Are We Rolling?

Esquela’s follow-up effort to The Owl Has Landed showcases the band’s hard work over the past two years, fine-tuning their musical chops and refining their songwriting skills. Check out our raspy-voiced lead singer Rebecca Frame as she belts out songs co-written by band co-founders John “Chico” Finn and Keith Christopher. Todd Russell takes to the drums with a vengeance while Ira McIntosh and Brian Shafer attempt to best each other on guitar. Matt Woodin puts the finishing touches on Esquela with his twangy mandolin, while Chico shares the vocal space with Frame and handles the bass with agility.

Free Beer
Free Beer

We’re going to war, like never before.
You drew a cartoon of my god.
No making fun of anyone, especially of my own Allah.

Battles been fought since the birth of Man.
Which is right – the Bible or Koran?
Airplanes smash into Twin Towers – Holy Grail for untold powers.

We are her by Divine Creation.
Evolution means Eternal Damnation.
Do unto others, unto you – except if you are gay or a Jew.

What does it matter who worships who?
Buddhas – Rastas – Bajas and Jews
Sikhs – Shintos – Taoists – Hindu
Turn on the news to see whose killing who.

CHORUS:
Rivers run high, they run low.
Leaves turn color, thunder rolls.
Same old story, same as before – no one learns as it unfolds.
(repeat)

Don’t Ask No Questions
Don’t Ask No Questions

Preacher says, “Thou shalt not kill.”
Except for the wars voted on Capitol Hill.
Standing in the trenches, waiting to take that hill.
When the whistle blows, will you be ready to kill?

CHORUS:
Don’t ask no questions, just do as you’re told.
If you follow these simple rules, have you sold your soul?

It’s the law of the jungle in a civilized world.
How do I turn it off back home with my girl?
How many poor bastards have gone before?
Imagine what might have been had they not died in war.

CHORUS

I’m not saying some wars aren’t just, some you may even need.
But if given the choice, would you kill the enemy?

CHORUS

Freebird
Freebird

Ass, gas, or grass: there ain’t no free ride.
At least that is what I’ve learned.
But there is one thing in life that is free…
And that is this here free bird.

A Welfare State sounds ideal,
Bailouts, free housing, and healthcare too.
If it sounds too good, it probably is.
As the “Q” says, “There ain’t no free.”

Chorus:
Ass, grass, or gas: there ain’t no free ride.
At least that is what I’ve learned.
But there is one thing in life that is free…
And that is this here free bird.

Been retired for longer than I worked,
On some old get-rich-quick scheme.
But my investment advisor stole all my money,
As the “Q” says, “There ain’t no free.”

CHORUS

Phone Home
Phone Home

She kissed me with her fist today, that’s what she had to say.
She kissed me with her fist again and said, “So long, boyfriend.”

Now I walk these streets in town,
Wondering how it went down,
An icepack on my head, red from embarrassment.

CHORUS:
She kissed me with her fist today, that’s what she had to say.
She kissed me with her fist again and said, “So long, boyfriend.”
So long, boyfriend.

See I left my phone at home, and with it she did roam.
She found some explicit texts, asking if I wanted more sex…

CHORUS

Now folks, take it from me, I was a fool—obviously.
If you leave your phone at home, make sure you leave your password on.

CHORUS

Frozen Chosin
Frozen Chosin

In November, 1950, just north of the 38th Boundary,
A line called the “DMZ”, sent North to crush the Korean Army.

CHORUS:
We were chosen, the frozen Chosin.
We were frozen, the chosen few.

Truman’s Doctrine said, “Stop the Red Spread.”
So we joined a civil war.
Better off dead than Red, was it really worth all the gore.

CHORUS

Pushed north to the Yalu River, Mao Tse’s me had us ten to one.
D-Mac said, “Be home by Christmas.”
So we had to fight our way back home.

Seventeen days of brutal fighting in this forgotten war.
Ten thousand of us were lost, ten thousand of us paid the cost.

CHORUS

Out of Sight
Out of Sight

Where does it go? After it’s served it’s use?
“If it’s broke, don’t fix it.” That’s no excuse.

Throw that junk over the hill,
Or bury it in the ground.
Put it on a barge and sink it,
Years later to be found.

CHORUS:
Out of site and it’s out of mind.
Bury it, or burn it down.
Out of site, it’s out of mind.
Send it to another town.

The past two-hundred years has seen the rise and fall,
Of mankind and Earth. Time to fix is small.

CHORUS

Where does it go? After it’s served it’s use?
“If it’s broke, don’t fix it.” That’s no excuse.

Genesee Fever
Genesee Fever

In 1814 Rhoda Mallet stole George Loomis’ heart.
Settled in Sangerfield, down in 9 Mile Swamp.
She gave birth to the Loomis Gang.
Twelve in all, the first and the last,
They named Harriet.
Both died at age two, of the fever that everyone knew as Genesee Fever…

CHORUS:
Genesee Fever, coming after you.
Genesee Fever take your life.

She taught the art of stealing to her lot.
“Everyone steals, only the stupid get caught.”
She was High French and liked fine things.
She believed that everyone had a price.

They stole horses and furs,
Passed counterfeit bills, bribed sheriffs and judges,
The pioneers of organized crime.
But they couldn’t stop the fever from taking Harriet’s life…

CHORUS

Too Far Left
Too Far Left

We all read Sinclair’s Jungle – and Steinbeck’s Grapes of Wrath.
Too much work, too little pay – headed down the wrong path.
Gave the Working Man his fight – that’s why Woody sang his songs.

Chorus:
Too far left, abuse of power turned a right into a wrong.

Not about the worker no more – served a purpose years ago.
Now it’s just about the coffers – a bloated, black hole.
Slit their throats with their demands – don’t agree, then you don’t belong.

Chorus

BRIDGE:
Now the tables have turned – the unions now are strong.
Too far left, abuse of power turned a right into a wrong.

Union bigs, sit back and relax – wake up soon or you will learn.
All jobs have left this country – now how are you going to earn?
No sense in voting to make a change – mess with them and you are gone.

Chorus

Turned a right into a wrong.

My Friend
My Friend

Funny as hell, smart as a whip.
Don’t give no lip, he don’t give no shit.
“Work is for jerks” is what he’d say.
Find someone else to pay his own way.

Touring with the Dead was his greatest feat.
Twenty years ago can’t be beat.
A carpenter, a farmer, barkeep, bookkeep.
Done it all before, but not for long.

If you tell him how it is, he’ll beat you flat.
There’s no tellin’ a psychopath.
Here’s hoping Grandpa dies.
Gonna cash in that ticket to ride.

Made fortunes for others, except his own.
Blame everyone else, so forlorn.
Midlife crisis, coming up soon.
Looking for his next silver spoon.

Burn those bridges a thousand times, gonna run out of road sometimes.
Burn those bridges a thousand times, gonna run out of road sometimes.

Tossin’ and Turnin’
Tossin’ and Turnin’

Rene Malov, Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corporation (BMI)

I couldn’t sleep at all last night
Got to thinkin’ of you
Baby things weren’t right

Well I was tossin’ and turnin’
Turnin’ and tossin’
A-tossin’ and turnin’ all night

I kicked the blankets on the floor
Turned my pillow upside down
I never never did before

’Cause I was tossin’ and turnin’
Turnin’ and tossin’
A-tossin’ and turnin’ all night

Jumped out of bed
Turned on the light
I pulled down the shade
Went to the kitchen for a bite

Rolled up the shade
Turned off the light
I jumped back into bed
It was the middle of the night

The clock downstairs was strikin’ four
Couldn’t get you off my mind
I heard the milkman at the door

’Cause I was tossin’ and turnin’
Turnin’ and tossin’
a-tossin’ and turnin’ all night

Jumped out of bed
Turned on the light
I pulled down the shade
Went to the kitchen for a bite

Rolled up the shade
Turned off the light
I jumped back into bed
It was the middle of the night

The clock downstairs was strikin’ four
Couldn’t get you off my mind
I heard the milkman at the door

’Cause I was tossin’ and turnin’
Turnin’ and tossin’
A-tossin’ and turnin’ all, yay, yay, yay
I was a-tossin’ and turnin’

FADE

Turnin’ and tossin’

ALBUM CREDITS

Producer
Eric “Roscoe” Ambel
Musical Director
Keith Christopher
Recording Engineer
Mario Viele
Mixer
Eric “Roscoe” Ambel at Evie’s, New York City, New York
Mastering engineer
Paul Gold at Salt Mastering, Brooklyn, New York
Basic Tracks Recording
Back in the Hole Studios, Bovina, New York
Rebecca Frame
Lead vocals
Chico Finn
Bass, vocals
Brian Shafer
Lead guitar
Todd Russell
Drums, vocals
Ira McIntosh
Guitars, mandolin, vocals
Matt Woodin
Guitars, mandolin, vocals
Song Writers
Chico Finn and Keith Christopher; Rene Malov (track 10)
Publisher
Livestock Music (BMI) & Big Daddio Music (BMI); Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corporation (Track 10)
Album Art Design
Harlo Bray
Esquela Cartoon
Becca Frame
Truck
Chico & Wendy
Special Thanks to
Wendy, Cloe, Emmylou, Andris Balins, Molly, Laurie, Alexis, Roscoe, Ed & Sally, The Andes Hotel, The Shire Pub, Brett Masteller, and Leslie.
Very Special Thanks to
Keith Christopher—This album was made possible because of you!

theowlhaslanded

The Owl Has Landed

Esquela’s debut album opens the barn door and invites the crowd in for a toe-tapping and joyful ride through Americana. With Rebecca Frame’s vocals leading the way with a distinctive gritty timbre, the rest of the band rises to the occasion, matching her powerful voice, chord by chord with a roots-rock sound that has been affectionately dubbed “Bovina Rock”.

Commies Stink
Commies Stink

Born into crisis: Kent State,
Oil Shortage, Watergate.
Go to school, sit at a desk.
Air-raid whistle blows, hit the deck.

CHORUS:
Commies Stink. Yeah, yeah.
Commies Stink. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Commies Stink. Yeah, yeah.
Commies Stink. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

All the while a Cold War raged:
Two nations staring, face to face.
We’re gonna die, so what’s the point?
Get me drunk now and pass that joint.

CHORUS

Bombs to kill a thousand times over:
Proliferation, annihilation.
Communism, how it loomed
Over our Generation of Doom.

CHORUS

Here and Now
Here and Now

Mirrored glass at my front door,
You know good news was not in store.
You hit that tree going sixty-three.
You were gone instantly.

Twenty years ago with you,
Though a cloud obscured the view.
I can’t believe you went away,
Long before you hair turned grey.

CHORUS

A minute ago, an hour from now,
I hard that sound when your tree came down.
A month to live, five-minutes past.
Does anyone hear that one hand clap?

Nothing was left untold.
You never got to grow old.
I would have liked to see you again.
But fighting fate, that’s not zen.

CHORUS:
Been tied down by the factory belt,
Never thought how I really felt.
Now I’ve come out from the clouds,
Finally living in the here and now…
Here and now…here and now.

Jackie
Jackie

Another Saturday in the Fall of ‘85.
Out in the field, a football star: number 25.
Been startin’ varsity since freshman year.
When he catches the ball, you can hear the crowd cheer…

CHORUS

Run, Jackie, run…Run, Jackie, run…Run, Jackie, run.
You gotta run.

Jackie goes to the high school dance after the big victory.
He’s earned the right to raise hell and…party.
Can’t have the hero gettin’ busted by the principal.
Teacher throws open the back door and he says:

Run, Jackie, run…Run, Jackie, run…Run, Jackie, run.
You better run.

Jackie stumbles to his car, and he lights her up.
Pedal to the metal, and he heads downhill.
He don’t see the kids caught in the crosswalk.
Three of them won’t live to talk…

And he says to himself:

Run, Jackie, run…Run, Jackie, run…Run, Jackie, run.
You gotta run.

He wakes up the next day, and he don’t recall a thing.
A slap on the wrist and probation is what he sees.
A blackout is a convenient defense.
Copes couldn’t come up with enough evidence. And the judge says:

Run, Jackie, run…Run, Jackie, run…Run, Jackie, run.
You better run.

It’s been twenty years since that die was cast.
Jackie moved down south to forget about the past.
He’s been building bridges, working construction.
He ain’t the same since it all happened.

And you can’t
Run, Jackie, run…Run, Jackie, run…Run, Jackie, run.
You can’t run.

Hands on My Jammies
Hands on My Jammies

Saw you at the bar, must have been 15 years.
You were with old friends,
Drinking many beers.
You came and you went, with no fanfare.
You came back alone, and I caught your stare.

SOLO

We caught up and you know we rehashed old times.
You asked me to take you home.
I said, “Won’t your husband mind?”
“Not tonight, he’s out of town. He’s a pro wrestler out touring around.”
So we go to her place, she puts her nightgown on.
Next thing you know, I got my jammies on.

CHORUS:

Hands on my jammies, got her hands on my jammies.
Hands on my jammies, got her hands on my jammies.
And we got…hands on our jammies…got our hands on our jammies…
REPEAT, REPEAT…OUT

African Civil War
African Civil War

African Civil War, African Civil War…What are we fighting for?
Governments kill for money and oil,
But we can never settle the score.
We all stand by and do nothing: a genocide in Darfur.
Black Man killing Black Man.
A mother’s cry you ignore.

SOLO

African Civil War, African Civil War…What are we fighting for?
I’m tired of playing the rich man’s game
So he can feel secure.
Gonna stand up for the small man now.
Gonna try and settle the score.
Africa, the Cradle of Life, who started keeping score?
We’re all the same at one time. Now we kill them off with war.

SOLO

African Civil War, African Civil War…What are we fighting for?
African Civil War…What are we fighting for?
I and I can’t take it no more, I and I can’t take it no more, I and I gonna settle the score.
I and I can’t take it no more, I and I can’t take it no more, I and I gonna settle the score.
I and I can’t take it no more, I and I can’t take it no more, I and I gonna settle the score.

…OUT…

Cheatin’
Cheatin’

You were with her last night in the local bar.
The night before last she was in your car.
Her voice like honey, it took you in.
You might as well be committin’ a sin.

Hey baby, you’re cheatin’ again.
Guess you’re just like all the other men.
I say you do it to stroke your ego.
You say you’re doin’ it for your own soul.

CHORUS

Hey baby, you’re cheatin’ again.
Hey baby, you’re cheatin’ again.
Hey baby, you’re cheatin’ again.
I guess you’re just like all the other men.

BRIDGE:
She’s from the country, she’s part African.
She’S from the Delta, part Jamaican.
She’S from all over, but lives in Cleveland.
Hey baby, you’re cheatin’ again.

CHORUS

Say you’re ready to play the “G”.
Which would you have it be?
You say the chord, I think the spot.
Don’t want to fight, I’ll sleep on the cot.

CHORUS

BRIDGE:
She’s from all over the world.
She’s not just your average girl.
She’s from New York, Detroit, Boston,
Seattle, LA, Memphis, Austin…

CHORUS
REPEAT
OUT

Tin Horns
Tin Horns

Well they banded together
In their calico garb.
Called themselves Indians
To protect their farms.
Hiding in the rocks with their firearms.

Deputy came to collect the rent.
A riot broke out, and
Steele was shot in the head.
Guess what, he had it coming.

In eighteen-hundred and forty-five,
Steele was pierced by lead.
Ain’t no farmer gonna pay no rent
To work their own homestead.

Lead pierces iron,
But it can’t pierce Steele.
That got proven wrong
On Dingle hill, up on Dingle hill.

The farmers rebelled
And gave the rent collector what for.
Went down in history as the anti-rent war.

There was no man standing.
There was no stone unturned.
Oh, it’s alright now.

They banded together in calico garb.
Called themselves Indians
To protect their farms, on Dingle Hill.

A plaque marks the spot
On Dingle Hill.
An epic cause reverberates still, on dingle hill.

Tin horn sounds the warning.
Tin horn sounds the warning.

Whose Land Is It Anyway?
Whose Land Is It Anyway?

White Man move here 20 score ago,
So they could pray the god they want.
The problem was, someone was here first.
Didn’t the Savage Man have any rights?

CHORUS:
They had no deeds or property lines,
Just the knowledge of how to survive.
What ever happened to God-given rights?
Not for the Savages, just for the Whites.
Whose land is it anyway?

He hunted an grew his own food.
Gunpowder, clothes, and shoes were all new.
We gave him booze and warm blankets.
They took to booze like moths to a flame.
Blankets with pox, to which they were not immune.

CHORUS

Now I walk this land I call my own,
Where a Savage Man once hunted an roamed.
We bullied and moved and killed them all off.
No one speaks of these facts today.
Hard to believe we played a part in Darwin’s Law.

CHORUS

Richie
Richie

He was a year or two older back in high school.
He didn’t really fit in, that much was true.
He was too small, had no skills for ball.
He played violin in the orchestra.

He was chased down the halls, he was punched and kicked.
The bullies, they found an easy target.
Richie was weak and defenseless,
A child’s cruelty can be so senseless.

CHORUS

Hey Richie, where you going with that wire and twine?
He’s goin’ out tonight to walk that line.
It’s not the time of year for mending fences.
You should be out playing, singing and dancing.

Going to the barn to do the chores,
Doesn’t care no more, ’bout his test scores.
Looking for a way to get some relief,
To run away from this world of grief.

CHORUS

When I heard the news, I fell straight to my knees.
Hard to believe this world’s cruelty.
I cried like hell in my mother’s arms.
Now Richie’s in a place that can do him no harm.

Country Fella
Country Fella

This tune is a funky free-for-all possibly recorded in a barn. No members of the band have any memory of creating the track, and it may be the result of a rare group sleepwalking event. At one point Chico seems to wake up in the midst of the recording, disoriented, only to loose consciousness again in time for the final chorus. Some suspect witchcraft or necromancy is involved due to the strange chanting that seems to come from many directions at once. Regardless of its origins, this is a spectacular accomplishment, and begs the question, “Who is the Country Fella?”

ALBUM CREDITS

Producer
Eric “Roscoe” Ambel
Musical Director
Keith Christopher
Recording Engineers
Chico Finn, Josh Schneider from Back in the Hole Studios, and Andris Balins from Dry Hill Studios
Mixer
Eric “Roscoe” Ambel at Lily’s Terrace, New York City, New York
Mastering engineer
Tom Sheen at Sheen Masters, New York City, New York
Basic Tracks Recording
Back in the Hole Studios, Bovina, New York
Additional Tracks
Dryhill Studios – Oneonta, New York
Chico Finn
Bass, mandolin, guitars, vocals, keys
Keith Christopher
Guitars, drums, backing vocals, keys, bass
Rebecca Frame
Vocals
Dan Finn
Guitars, percussion, vocals
Eric “Roscoe” Ambel
Guitars, keys, backing vocals
Ed Denison
Drums, backing vocals (track 4 & 10)
Harlo Bray
Backing vocals
Andris Balins
Keys, backing vocals (track 6)
Beth Huneke
Backing vocals
Emmylou Finn
Percussion, backing vocals (track 4)
Special Thanks to
Andris Balins, Eric “Roscoe” Ambel, and Keith Christopher for their insight and for helping bring this project to completion.