The Relatives

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credits

released 27 February 2011
Produced & Recorded by Adam Schatz
Mastered by Alex Saltz at APS Mastering
Artwork by David Foarde
Cover Design by David Foarde & Relatives

All Songs Written & Performed by Relatives

Museum People Records 2011

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tags: folk folk-rock New York

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Track Name: Soldiers Desert
soldiers desert
before you get hurt
you don't know what they've got
on their side
soldiers desert
you're a plant in the dirt
roots in the mud
head in the sky

you can't forget what the sergeant said,
"think on your toes, not with your head!"
so scared he could taste his heartbeat.
brought up nice by mom and pop
carving cars from soapboxes
and racing down the windy streets,
now he's chopping through the desert heat.

soldiers desert
before you get hurt
you don't know what they've got
on their side
soldiers desert
you're a plant in the dirt
roots in the mud
head in the sky

heathens convert
go forget what you heard
bury it beneath the cold ground.
see the blood spurt
through a hole in his shirt and
nobody claps as the coroner drops the curtain down.

soldiers desert
before you get hurt
you don't know what they've got
on their side
soldiers desert
you're a plant in the dirt
roots in the mud
head in the sky
Track Name: Frugal Song I
do keep track where your money comes from
cause it won't last for long
diamond rings and mocking birds
who sing such frugal songs.
he left home in the country
to see what the city was like
he took his money from his beloved mother
'til the good lord took her life.

and he heard her sweet laugh
just days ago
laced up his boot straps
put on his coat
no way to go back
no place like home
those days won't come back
those days are gone

comfort into poverty
victim of petty crime
small-time, back-alley robbery
but he didn't have a dime.

and he heard her sweet laugh
just days ago
laced up his boot straps
put on his coat
no way to go back
no place like home
those days won't come back
those days are gone