Color Movies

by Dane Terry

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1.
Eagles 01:18
EAGLES Helen get out of the car, just look at these eagles Helen Helen get out of the car just look at these eagles Helen hey kids... those are eagles! they are your country's bird
2.
NORMAL AT LAST hey all of you freaks out there come out come out it’s a bright new world and haven’t you heard everybody loves you now you don’t need no costume makeup or wig just put on something I mean think of the kids and I know you don’t wanna dwell on the past you’re normal at last you’re normal at last yeah you’ll love the neighborhood there’s so many trees there’s the cutest little bar right around the corner just you wait and see they have a taco night and a photo booth they play old soul records on Fridays and Saturdays, on Sundays too you oughtta get one of those new flying cars I hear they go so fast! you’re normal at last no more separate malt shops no more separate churches no more separate stationery stores we'll talk over the same white fence and our kids will spit watermelon seeds at the only parade we'll need... on the 4th of July and after a long day spent in the sun after the TV and the dinner and the dishes are done you climb up to bed now hand in hand just two people in love, forever and ever and ever and... nobody will see the shadows you cast your shutters are latched, you’re normal at last your shutters are latched, you’re normal at last
3.
Kids 05:32
KIDS we wake up in the cold on an old christmas tree farm pines in a row like soldiers dark curtains in their arms I count the money like a bluesman and we’re gone the grackles bleed into the dawn you see my silver flash in the jukebox glass frightened faces in the coffee pots a flowering blast your plaston jacket squeaking on the vinyl booth the Newses go mute we, we are just kids summer ain’t ever gonna end we, we are just kids summer ain’t ever gonna end gonna end... “hey man, just put it in the bag now hey man, just put it in the bag… hey teach even I coulda told ya you wanna go to outer space? you gotta get through the south... through the south" corn on the table dancing in the gym a sky like butcher paper water in a pill a Veyor drops and opens up like an owl in the day... theres more on the way we, we are just kids summer ain’t ever gonna end we, we are just kids
4.
Fighter 04:32
FIGHTER when I came out you said you knew then I was a fighter I only held my own, with my little gun shooting up the grocery store, picking out the spies it’s hard to tell without an eye in the sky fall back boys they got the parking lot and rendezvous by the graveyard gate bang, bang you’re dead I said you’re dead now try not to breathe when you’re down, on the ground blankets, locks and knobs no good against the Grays They came for you….will They come for me too? a mouth like a slit in wet clay... ring, ring my mom she called around just like when a bird got in the house a neighbor had to come by and put me on the porch now I’m a man ain’t I a man and five o’clock comes around in the dark sometimes I see you underneath a swinging light Dad, teach me how to fight we still have tonight tonight and even now you say someday I’m gonna be a fighter so I put ‘em up, I circle ‘round mom she started yelling we were in the yard you let me get you once and then I started crying then you laid me out with one punch, I spun around but you, you caught me as I fell and laid me on the ground... boy, little boy you’re still sleeping with your glove
5.
THE WORKING CLASS we are honest and true friendly to children and animals though we'll kill to eat if it comes down to that we like our radio, our cars, our color TVs and god on a sunday we are the working class Jesus he knows where you live he knows what your daddy does when that giving plate is empty you know he understands they say he drank up the river and he spit it out wine babe yeah right in the smiling face of the working class some of it runs down our chins and stains our clothes some of it falls in our mouths and makes us sing songs where going home is like dying at last we are, we are, we are, the working class I cut out the pages of a book in the shape of a handgun it’s under my bed next to a few months pay it’s not enough to quit my job or buy a bigger house but why would I wanna move anyway? we are honest and true and we like to tell a few jokes we're rough ‘round the edges but boy, do we know how to love I tell ya, if I won the lotto today I’d give it all up in a flash just to stay, to stay right here in the working class I wanna stay, let me stay in the working class
6.
MOONSHINER'S BOY so much for your gold star'd riders so much for your old ball and chain just the glowing skin of birches in your hunting light when I got away I knew a man with a mule thats how I knew a woman on the way out of town past the rolling color eyes of the dryers is how I got away sure, sometimes I went without a fire yeah I shot into the night my hands white as fish in the pan 'round my gun, as i turned to run past the church and the stable grounds, them awful sounds the horses make on stormy nights, the scream of their dogs, the law and the poltergeist, old Red Eyes ’n Bloody Bones it’s all in a day for a moonshiner’s boy is that them gold star'd riders? coming through the wind and the rain? and can I hear the jingle jangle of the chains?? one day I’ll have my own still and the whippoorwills won’t scare me no more and I'll be grown, but for now old Red Eyes he can only dream of the heavy cream and warm corn bread that fills the bowl of a moonshiner’s boy
7.
HOUSE THAT HARRY BUILT baseball and all these kind wives I’m talking with a brakeman: "we didn't all read catcher in the rye" he says "we didn't all read... ...they move 'em like livestock on the highways at night, between the slats them big, wet eyes moving in the dark them big, wet eyes...” ...some rain coming" far away over a mean quilt they're looking for a house that Harry built they're looking for a house that Harry built
8.
Clown 04:26
CLOWN hey clown, where you been my clown? your mama’s had a bath, what you still doin’ out? hey clown…what's the matter with Daddy’s little clown? black straps hangin’ down such a pretty face it’s a real disgrace maybe we could go to a movie show? now that the crowds are thin maybe we could just stay in hey clown….not that funny huh? for a clown... don’t ya know any jokes?? hey, hey... I know a joke… I'm a plastic sycamore, and you're a fake elm I'm a plastic sycamore, and you, you're a fake elm I'm a plastic sycamore, and you're a fake elm but your mama, she’s a real birch…… maybe we could go to a movie show now that the crowds have thinned maybe we could just stay in…
9.
MY BABY DON'T WANNA KNOW they’re coming up over over the mountains and they're coming up from the bay they're marching all through the nighttime and they're marching all through the day when they finally get here that’s when I got to go when you see my baby, don't tell my baby ‘cause my baby don't wanna know oh they’re marching all through the oceans marching all through the sky everywhere I look man, they're filling up my eyes ain't nowhere left to run to ain't nowhere left to go if you see my baby, don't tell my baby ‘cause my baby don't wanna know the people that live in the mountains the people that live by the bay they've been screaming all through the nighttime wailing all through the day when they get so deadly quiet, that’s when I got to go if you see my baby, don’t tell my baby, don’t tell my baby ‘cause my baby don’t wanna know if you see my baby, don’t tell my baby ‘cause my baby don’t wanna know
10.
VOLTON DESTROYER OF STARS I won’t know for sure till I see your cannonball your pencil the way that you run when you’re not s’posed to run awkward corners of a big dream did bulge in my denim heart long before I knew your name…. Volton, Destroyer of Stars! come at last to my water world your evil plan, your laser beam are no match at all, no match at all for my own dark mind let us not go all this long night and only talk of empire they must’ve had tenderness where you’re from workmen, women drunk on the grass, radios and dry clothes no one is watching now we're all alone you come from the emptiness of space no light or sound and I have the water all around we’re both unafraid ‘cause I’m not afraid are you, are you afraid of the dark? smell of chlorine taste of the sea for an hour now they’ve been lookin calling our names but one frozen moment are we Volton Destroyer of Stars and me my gun to his head, his gun to my head one click away, one click away from our own dark minds
11.
Game Day 02:59
GAME DAY when our boys go off to fight all through the day, all through the wild night be chivalry forgotten not, and gentlemen they on game day common heathens these are not who drinking all day, will roll in the pay lots and spray it down the slides at night, and in it they lay come game day O world of fortune, all foretold! to heroes brave and heroes bold whom stone and golden horses hold unblinking still and all they want's to close their eyes back in the fields, back in the bright skies the skirted gals cannot give rise like the band when it plays on game day oh how they play on game day

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released March 24, 2015

All Songs by Dane Terry
Produced by Matt Katz
Arrangements by Dane Terry and Matt Katz
Recorded by Matt Katz at Katz Meow and Bennet Paster at Benny's Wash 'n Dry
Mixing Engineer: Andy Baldwin for Rola Pola
Mastered by Ephriam Nagler
Dane Terry: Vocals, Pianos, Keyboards
Kenneth Salters: Drums
Rick Donato: Drums (My Baby Don't Wanna Know, Clown)
Brendan O'Grady: Basses
Andrew Miramonti: Guitars
Tova Katz: Vocals, Vocal Arr. (Kids)
Rose Emily Quinn: Vocals, Vocal Arr. (Kids)
Jon Good: Trumpet
Dos Allen: Saxophones
Catherine McRae: Violin
Rubin Kodheli: Cello
Jonathan Katz: Clarinet
Laura Weiner: French Horn

Cover Photo: Anthony Turtle
Cover Design: Andrew Graham, Dane Terry
Quilt by France Trende

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Dane Terry Brooklyn, New York

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Based in NYC. Traveling all over.

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