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The Argentine

by The Argentine

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How it Ends 04:04
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Blue Skin 03:01
Daylight breaks loudly and violent and terrible The MP's throw rocks at my window And laugh to themselves on the lonely street And I never thought it would come to this We were in love it was beautiful You in the park in your summer dress Ah to throw it away Sometimes I get the nerve up and cross the street Take out the trash and get groceries Run back as fast as I possibly can And whoever thought it could come to this You were my friend and you sang to me We'd stick our toes in the riverbed Ah to throw it away Now I grow old in my bathrobe and bedclothes Taking whatever ill comes to me Jump every time that the phone rings And hindsight is totally relative And maybe I've always been miserable How for a moment I held my breath Ah to throw it away
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I'm a man of blood and guts and means in harder times An easy life will drag you to your knees that's right Brutal men go drifting through the day Self assured and forthright And few would ever pause to think or say You're no good and why should I You concede the man that I've become Far too kind and charitable Hateful wastes of sperm and eggs and breath Would make you crawl All the way to Birmingham You had me smiling like an idiot You're the one to blame for the happiness I drag around all the time I can't listen to music anymore Without contempt or jealousy Where sadness used to sing in through the seems All that's left is words and rhyme All the way to Fayetteville How I wept with joy and sweet relief What a thing to say You don't have to feel so alone all the time Every day begins and ends the same You're no good
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Poem 01:13
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A miner in a desperate race For fame and gold capitulates And settles for the shelter of a cave But it rained for days and its been said We've sold our souls for common sense And recompense is surely on the way I'm gonna make it mine A matter of fact well so I'm gonna make it mine The deafening black well so A fond farewell to a faithful heart That couldn't stand to bear the thought Of looking out through tired eyes with grace But I believe the saddest song I'll ever sing under the sun Is waiting in the shelter of a cave I'm gonna make it mine A matter of fact well so I'm gonna make it mine The deafening black Well so what?
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Bones underground they go rumbling around Singing a northern tune In the hills far away wolves are howling your name By the house that you built in your youth It's true there were ghosts on the horizon Don't be afraid its the shadows at play There are so many sunrises Don't be afraid it's a lifetime away The are bones in the hillsides Grey solemn skies ever watchful and wise Groaning as old people do Silhouttes still at play growing longer each day It's as though no one told them the truth Adieu see the ships on the shoreline Why must I feel so afraid It gets worse every day There are so many sunrises Always afraid how I tremble and shake there are bones in the hillside Ghosts on the shoreline
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Elegy 03:36
Asleep on the wings of an owl flying east My bones on the rocks far below Your cruelty awake In my blood in my veins My lips sing a northern tune Relieved of the weight of worldly restraint I am crawling back to you Asleep in a boat Out at sea all alone Beyond lay the stars and you

credits

released September 6, 2011

Michael Cades: Guitar, Piano, Banjo, Vocal
Tim Graves: Guitar
Gary Guarinello: Drums
Tara Haggerty: Bass
Philip Panos: Piano, Guitar, Vocal

Horns arranged by Brendan Cooney
Patrick Hughes: Trumpet
Steve Duffy: Trombone
David Fishkin: Tenor Sax and Alto Sax
All Artwork by Rene Martinez

Samples on 'Poem' courtesy of Marcus Horndt and ERH from 'thefreesoundproject' (freesound.org)

Produced by The Argentine and Bill Moriarty
Recorded and Mixed by Bill Moriarty
Mastered by Ryan Schwabe

Special thanks to Adam Witten, Laura Walsh, Caryn Lazzuri, Brad Gartrell, Brendan Cooney, Rene Martinez and Tim Appel


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The Argentine Brooklyn, New York

The Argentine is a five piece band from Brooklyn, NY. The debut record was recorded and produced by Bill Moriarty (Dr. Dog, Man Man) and is intended to be listened to as an album. While you can hear individual tracks on this page, we encourage you to listen to it as a whole.
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