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Purgatory Hill Vol​.​2: Invisible Pistols

by pat mAcdonald

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    Contains the title cut from the album "Invisible Pistols", plus "Crazy Head", and two versions of "Space Kitty Blues" (Purgatory Hill album version, and the 1980s-style remix from "Begging Her Graces"). Also a companion to the book, "SPACE KITTY BLUES: A Tall Tale" (See the album, Begging Her Graces.)

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1.
Walkin tall, I got my pass Alcohol, a full tank of gas What I got, everybody knows Can’t hide it – in these clothes I take a ride – the man’s on my ass Ain't no place to hide – in a suit of glass Can’t hide, it ain’t no joke Can’t hide in the billowing smoke Can’t hide cause I’m in the fire Can’t hide my voice in the choir You hear me howlin at midnight mass Ain't no place to hide in a suit of glass You think I’m vain, you think I’m proud Cause I can’t – blend into the crowd People talk – and that ain’t all Everybody’s tryin to bust my balls Oh how i wish they were made out of brass To bust me out of this – suit of glass Can’t hide – I’m tired of this shit Can’t make – no sense of it Can’t get a break – except when I fall Can’t get away – with nothin at all People point every time I pass Can’t even hide a joint – in a suit of glass
2.
How big is our love? How tough, how strong? How bright, the brightest star I’ve wished upon? How dark, the darkest dark before the dawn? How many invisible pistols have been pointed in this place? How many times was my risky business saved by heaven’s grace? How many miles of whiskers have I shaved from my face? I don’t know (x4) How big is our love? How tough, how strong? How bright, the brightest star I’ve wished upon? How dark, the darkest dark before the dawn? How will I know it when your love is gone? How many invisible pistols have been pointed at my face? How many times was my risky business saved by heaven’s grace? How many gallons of your tears have come and disappeared without a trace? I don’t know (x4) You never know you never know You never know what’s on the line When tempers are flyin’ You never know you never know You never know when it's the time For givin' up tryin' How many invisible pistols have been pointed at my face? How many times was my risky business saved by heaven’s grace? How many miles of whiskers have I shaved from my face? How many gallons of your tears have come and disappeared without a trace? I don't know.
3.
You got the will and i’m willing to testify Come on; check it out We got the thrills, the chills that you wanna try Come on; check it out We’re gonna satisfy your curiosity Come on; check it out And when you get too high, we got the remedy Come on; check it out We got lizards; we got snakes Come on; check it out You wanna slither; we got what it takes Come on; check it out We do deliver if you meet us halfway Come on; check us out You come up the river; we’ll go down the bay Come on; check it out Check it out Check it out ooo-ooo You got the will and we got the desire Come on and check it out We wanna set your sexy britches on fire Come on; check it out We wanna singe you down past your pettibone Come on; check it out We wanna make your black snake moan Ha, Check it out Check it out Check it out ooo-ooo We got your number And you know you’re curious Come on; check it out We hope you’re ready to spend a little time with us come on; check us out You got the hunger; we got the thirst Yeah check it out You want heaven, well first things first Come on, check it out! Check it out…
4.
I pray it never comes to this I pray it never comes to this Where silence is golden And ignorance is bliss I pray it never comes to this If ever comes a time Of decline and decay Where all my greatest moments Are way back in the day Please shoot me if I start to reminisce Or pray it never comes to this Where all I have are things That were never meant to last Where the view from my porch swing’s Overlooking the past Where all I love is everything I miss I pray it never comes to this I pray it never comes to this I pray it never comes to this Embracing a slowly fading memory of a kiss I pray it never comes to this
5.
Shady Grove 03:25
6.
Cookie Jar 03:05
Who’s been messin’ in the cookie jar? I didn’t do it – I didn’t do it Who tracked mud on the kitchen floor? I didn’t do it – I didn’t do it Now you bought a dog and put a lock on the door You’ve had trouble for a long time I didn’t do it – I didn’t do it Someone done you wrong, yeah but I didn’t do it – I didn’t do it Now you’re treating me as if I’ve hurt you before I didn’t do it – I didn’t do it (x2) Someone’s got a chip on their shoulder I wish we could just knock it off You’re getting colder and colder... Somethin’s rotten in the cookie jar I didn’t do it – I didn’t do it Mud dried solid on the kitchen floor I didn’t do it – I didn’t do it All the warning signs are pretty hard to ignore Someone’s got a chip on her shoulder I wish we could just knock it off (Knock it off) You’re getting colder and colder... Got up on the wrong side of get-it-on I’m gettin’ the gong, better head on…
7.
Tougher than a Bakelite platter Cooler than a minus degree Stubborn and sleek like a feline Cyborg up in a tree Man I wanna get it How am I gonna get it Down, down, down Get it down, get it down? A siren song Venus Fly Trap Texture like Martian wax Micro-fine grooves on the A-side Tiny soft spikes on the back Man I wanna pet it, How am I gonna get it Down, down, down Get it down, get it down? Someone call the fire department Get em out here on the lawn Just a little water pressure Fresh fruit falls to the ground Man I wanna get it How am I gonna get it Down, down, down Get it down, get it down? The fire chief and some new flame Are campin out in my back yard Says your kitty cash is garbage Says he’ll take a plastic card But I got no credit How am I gonna get it Down, down, down Get it down, get it down? Now sometimes it moves like a fire Or a lion runnin free Sometimes when it’s hungry I call it and it comes to me But I already fed it How am I gonna get it Down, down, down Get it down, get it down? I already fed it How am I gonna get it Down, down, down Get it down, get it down?
8.
Blue motorcycle went pop Stopped runnin, so daddy couldn't ride it Blue motorcycle went to the shop All sad and lonely 'cause daddy started drivin a little cute Corvette can cause a man to forget a little blue motorcycle he maybe forgot or maybe not Blue, blue, blue motorcycle Blue, blue, blue motorcycle Blue motorcycle, all fixed up Still daddy hasn't come to get it yet Blue motorcycle, stuck in the shop It was his baby til daddy started drivin a little cute Corvette can cause a man to forget a little blue motorcycle He maybe forgot or maybe not. Blue, blue, blue motorcycle Blue, blue, blue motorcycle...
9.
I said, “Will this love find a home In the twilight zone Or fall through the cracks Between right and wrong?” She smiled and said, “Time will tell. Don’t break the spell.” She said, “It may be not the one you longed for Or anything you meant to try Or any way to spend a lifetime But what a lovely way to die Ahh-ah-ah-ahhhhhh Ahhhh-ahhhhhhhh I said, “Will this soul train carry on When the end times have come Or jump off the tracks And roll out a new song?” She smiled and said, “Time will tell. Don’t break the spell. Time will tell. Don’t break the spell. Time will tell. Don’t break the spell." She said… Ahh-ah-ah-ahhhhhh Ahhhh-ahhhhhhhh
10.
CrAzy Head 04:30
I warned you baby I warned you baby I warned you baby I really am crazy Crazy just like I said From the bottom of my restless leg To the top of my crazy head To the top of my crazy head I’m mad about you I’m mad about you I’m mad about you I wanna scream and shout But I don’t wanna wake the dead I'm freakin myself out From the bottom of my restless leg To the top of my crazy head Two dogs fuckin by the back yard gate One named Church, one named State The governor's wife sent the parson's daughter out the back door with a bucket of water A bucket of rain like Noah's flood left two wet dogs fuckin in the mud The butcher came by, said i'll show you how He stopped them fuckin dogs and now State tugs at his chain while Church is confined But the best part of him never left her behind. Bought you a diamond ring And a silver spoon I warned you baby I’m crazy as a loon Crazy just like I said From the bottom of my restless leg To the top of my crazy head To the top of my crazy head… But I mean every word I said From the bottom of my restless heart Off the top of my crazy head
11.
Late night mama keep your amp down low Late night mama keep your amp down low cause the DA's trying to get to sleep and you ain't no radio Late night mama i don't wanna stop the show Late night mama but i just gotta let you know there's a early mornin train down to Chicago and he's gotta catch that train down to Chicago Late night mama don't let that big dog bark Late night mama don't let that big dog bark cause the chief is sleep walkin' again in the diner, in the dark the whole force is on the prowl in the diner, in the dark Late night mama keep you amp down low Late night mama keep your amp down low cause them hounds get to howlin when you're bangin on your 'bow hounds get to howlin when you're bangin on your old Lowebow Late night mama pack it up and come on home Late night mama pack it up and come on home come on baby throw that dog a bone Late night mama come on home come on home come on home come on home come on home oh baby

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This is the 2nd album from Purgatory Hill whose namesake is the Lowebow Purgatory Hill Harp, a cigar box guitar/bass hybrid built by Johnny Lowebow of Memphis TN. Here, pat mAcdonald and melaniejane further explore sonic possibilities while playfully touching upon such topics as Church, State, the unholy union of Christianity and weaponry, etc. Except for one or two odd moments, these studio takes sound just like the live two-piece band, using the same instrumentation and minimal overdubs.

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released January 22, 2019

Purgatory Hill is pat mAcdonald on Lowebow, harmonica & vocals; melaniejane on tambourine, shakers, organ, and harmony vocals. Steve Hamilton recorded and mixed everything at Makin' Sausage Studios in Milwaukee. Pat did the cover art & much of the mastering at the Holiday Music Motel in Sturgeon Bay. All songs are by pat mAcdonald except "Shady Grove" which is traditional (although here it becomes a murder ballad).

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pat mAcdonald Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin

From my bedroom to barrooms to Timbuk3, to exile in Spain with an album in the can & no plan, I was always chasing increasingly trivial triumphs & glorious failures. A midlife German label deal enabled European tours from home base in Barcelona. From Legendary Sons of Crack Daniels to Purgatory Hill &back, i now live and work projex out of the Holiday Music Motel in Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin. ... more

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