Shove in the Right Direction
(David Gans-Lorin Rowan)
Whispering Hallelujah Music (BMI) / Lo Ro Music (ASCAP)

Well, I got to work one morning
And they hit me with the news
My job was gone to Timbuktu
It's the outsourced worker's blues
They took away my health plan
And that filled me with the fear
I was bouncin' around the want ads
Lookin' for a new career
Crisis is opportunity
If you know how to look
I wrote the tale of my travail
And sold a million books
You can't go runnin' blind through life
You've got to pay attention
A kick in the ass is a shove in the right direction
A kick in the ass is a shove in the right direction

My latest lover left me
In a most unpleasant way
And if she had a reason
She was not prepared to say
She took her things and drove away
But she left behind this book
The title was intriguing
So I thought I'd take a look
So many things I'm glad to know
Are contained within that text
If you deal with what you've been through
You can deal with what comes next
If you are alert enough
You can make a course correction
A kick in the ass is a shove in the right direction
A kick in the ass is a shove in the right direction

Now the moral of this story
The point of this here song
Feelin' sorry for yourself
Won't help you get along
If you are creative
You can make your own good luck
It'll get you back out on the road
Instead of being stuck
Don't let misfortune stop you cold
Or keep you from your dreams
Learn from your predicament
It's easier than it seems
You'll crash into a wall or two
While driving for perfection
A kick in the ass is a shove in the right direction
A kick in the ass is a shove in the right direction

David Gans - acoustic guitar, vocal
John Skehan III - mandolin
Tim Carbone - violin, drums
Andy Goessling - banjo
Johnny Grubb - bass

 

Down to Eugene
(Jim Page)
Whid-Isle Music (BMI)

Well, my car's gassed up and I'm ready to roll
I've got one eye open for the highway patrol
The other eye's open for that freeway sign
Three hundred miles and I'm makin' good time
My stomach's growling but my head's been fed
I'm going' down to Eugene to see the Grateful Dead

The tape deck's crankin' out a rattlin' sound
In a sympathetic rhythm to the wheel-go-round
Sport utes eatin' me up alive
This thing don't do more than 55
But I can sleep in the back, it's a roadside bed
I'm goin' down to Eugene to see the Grateful Dead

Everybody needs a little break sometimes
Life gets too precise
Put a little slack in that old straight line
And take some weird advice

Pullin' into town I'm all eyes and ears
Look at all these friends I ain't seen all year
Tripped-out hippies, rag and bone
Young dot-com tie-dye cellular phone
Delia DeLyon and Tennessee Jed
Are goin' down to Eugene to see the Grateful Dead

Goin' through the parkin' lot I might get lost
Best place in the world to get your wires crossed
Reality shatters when you leap and shout
Some people go in and they never come out
I ain't been the same since my sanity fled
I'm goin' down to Eugene to see the Grateful Dead

Everybody needs a little break sometimes
Life gets too precise
Put a little slack in that old straight line
And take some weird advice

Well, my car's gassed up and I'm ready to roll
I've got one eye open for the highway patrol
The other eye's open for that freeway sign
Six hundred miles and I'm makin' good time
My stomach's growlin' but my head's been fed
I'm goin' down to Eugene to see the Grateful Dead
My stomach's growling but my head's been fed
I'm goin' on to the Greek to see the Grateful Dead
Out to Deer Creek to see the Grateful Dead
To MSG to see the Grateful Dead
Fillmore East to see the Grateful Dead
Fillmore West to see the Grateful Dead...
Acid Test to see the Grateful Dead

David Gans - acoustic guitar, vocal
John Skehan III - mandolin
Tim Carbone - violin, harmonica
Andy Goessling - acoustic guitar
Lindsey Horner - string bass

 

An American Family
(David Gans)
Whispering Hallelujah Music (BMI)

My name is Ellis Andrews and I know just where I stand
Descended from the Puritans who colonized this land
There's an old abandoned fact'ry with our name up there in bricks
I've been sending out my resumes and hoping something sticks

The power of tradition is the power of trusting fate
To hand me some good fortune when the hour is getting late
But work has not been steady since the dot-bust of '01
And the fear of disappearing is pre-empting all my fun

My name is Ellis Andrews and I've always done my chores
I'm the hero of my movie just like you must be in yours
Twenty years since graduation I'm still searching for my groove
And an outlet for my skills when the economy improves

My name is Mary Andrews and I'd like to keep my home
But we can't afford our mortgage on my salary alone
This family's failing fortunes may be more than I can take
I am married to a decent man who cannot get a break

My name is Elvis Android and I don't care what you think
My most-unanswered prayer is, Beam me up! This planet stinks!
The power of tradition is the power to prevent
When genocidal profit is the task to which you're bent

When my optimism falters I just turn on Channel Two
To wallow in nostalgia for a life I never knew
My fathers' fathers' fathers have made a mess out of this place
If I had the wherewithal I'd checkered-flag the human race

David Gans - acoustic guitar, electric guitar, vocal
John Skehan III - mandolin, piano
Tim Carbone - violin
Andy Goessling - acoustic guitar
Buck Dilly - electric guitar, lap steel, organ
Lindsey Horner - string bass
Ned Stroh - drums

 

That's Real Love
(David Gans-John Skehan III-Tim Carbone-Andy Goessling-Johnny Grubb)
Whispering Hallelujah Music (BMI) / Tim Carbone (BMI) / Beaker Kat Music (ASCAP) /

That's real love
So hard to define it
Don't you dare decline it
When it comes for you
You'll recognize it
You'll come to prize it
That's real love

That's real love
It's such a treasure
To take such pleasure
In your regard
We've done the hard part
Let's lead with our hearts
That's real love

That's real love
There's nothing sweeter
Than life with Rita
My real love
It's everlasting
It's flabbergasting
That's real love

David Gans - acoustic guitar, lead vocal, background vocals
John Skehan III - mandolin
Tim Carbone - violin, background vocals
Andy Goessling - acoustic guitar, ukulele, clarinet, bass clarinet
Johnny Grubb - bass

 

Save Us from the Saved
(David Gans)
Whispering Hallelujah Music (BMI)

Such a lovely planet
Wonder how it came to be
Was it chaos or creation?
Was it God or entropy?
Now the spirit may be sleeping
But it dwells in every heart
I put my faith in nature
Of which we are a part

There are many here among us
Who believe this world is theirs
And when it's beaten and depleted
They will rise into the air
And the ones who don't believe them
Face a dark, eternal grave
No one knows, but they are certain
Save us from the saved

I put my faith in nature
What I hear and smell and see
Til I meet that higher power
I'll do what makes sense to me
And if what I would call a good life
Is what you would call depraved
Give me freedom from religion
Save us from the saved

I honor your traditions
And insist you honor mine
In a world with any justice
Blasphemy is not a crime
You believe what you believe in
I respect your wish to pray
But if you try to make me join you
I'll resist you all the way

I'm not saying I know better
I'm just saying we don't know
Til the day we get an answer
I go where my heart says go
It's a narrow-minded Jesus
I see reflected in your eye
He was all about compassion
If he knew you, he would cry

I put my faith in nature
What I hear and smell and see
Til I meet that higher power
I'll do what makes sense to me
And if what I would call a good life
Is what you must call depraved
Give me freedom from religion
Save us from the saved

David Gans - acoustic guitar, electric guitar, vocal
John Skehan III - mandolin, piano
Tim Carbone - violin, baritone violin
Andy Goessling - 12-string acoustic guitar
Johnny Grubb - bass

 

The Bounty of the County
(David Gans-Rita Hurault)
Whispering Hallelujah Music (BMI)

I can't live the way I did
When I was an immortal kid
The things that I ingested were a crime
All that sugar, starch, and lard
Were makin' my aorta hard
And I'd prefer to live a long, long time

CHORUS:
So on market day in our home town
We rise and shine and head on down
Where the families and the farmers meet and thrive
Because we're taking nature's course
We get it fresh right from the source
Where the bounty of the county comes alive

We'll have yellow Finn potatoes
And some fat heirloom tomatoes
I think the ones that look the weirdest taste the best
I'll buy fish while you go
Look for English peas for Hugo
And then we'll shop together for the rest
CHORUS

Nature has her reasons
So we'll eat our foods in season
And I will be more vocal
'Bout thinking global, eating local

Peaches are all done, by gosh
But soon we'll have Kabocha squash
The winter greens are sweeter when it's cold
We keep our diet balanced
Because modern life's a challenge
But its many pleasures can't be oversold
CHORUS

David Gans - acoustic guitar, vocal
Tim Carbone - violin, vocals
Zac Matthews - mandolin, vocals
Paul Knight - bass

 

Echolalia
(David Gans)
Whispering Hallelujah Music (BMI)

David Gans - acoustic guitar
Andy Goessling - National steel guitar

 

Headin' Home Already
(David Gans)
Whispering Hallelujah Music (BMI)

Ain't been gone a day
I'm headin' home already
I've walked off all the reasons why I'm gone
Had to run away
I couldn't bear to face it
When I thought you had some outside goings-on

Hope I make it back
Before you find out I've been missing
The lovin' arms
That keep me satisfied
Ain't been gone a day
I'm headin' home already
I've walked off all the reasons why I'm gone

Mendocino Bay
Never looked so pretty
I'm gonna leave that Little River bridge uncrossed
I've been here before
But never once without you
And without you here the atmosphere is lost

Hope I make it back
Before you find out I've been missing
The lovin' arms
That keep me satisfied
Ain't been gone a day
I'm headin' home already
I've walked off all the reasons why I'm gone
I've walked off all the reasons why I'm gone

David Gans - vocals, electric guitars
John Skehan III - mandolin, piano
Tim Carbone - violin
Andy Goessling - acoustic guitar
Buck Dilly - Pedal Steel guitar, electric guitar
Robert Matarazzo - harmony vocal
Lindsey Horner - string bass
Ned Stroh - drums

 

Autumn Day
(David Gans)
Whispering Hallelujah Music (BMI)

Her name was Autumn Day
She took my breath away
Red hair and Mona Lisa smile
Her beauty was unique
Her laughter made me weak
She thought she'd stay with me a while

Though she was born to run
She said I was the one
Her love was bold in its insistence
She had a dancer's lines
Up close she looked so fine
But there were storm clouds in her distance

Her name was Autumn Day
She came but could not stay

Some evenings she would walk
Out where the spirits talk
And she would listen for their song
I don't know what she heard
She could not find the words
But I could feel something was wrong

I saw the lightning in her eye
I saw the moon go sailing by
I saw the oceans all run dry
And then the rain...

Now here I stand, alone
Chilled to my every bone
Warm summer sunshine cannot touch me
Cold winds blow through my heart
My new life will not start
Cold winds blow through my heart
My new life will not start

Her name was Autumn Day
She came but could not stay

David Gans - acoustic guitar, vocal
John Skehan III - mandolin, special mandolin, piano
Tim Carbone - violin, special violin, prepared piano
Andy Goessling - acoustic guitar, autoharp
Buck Dilly - tremolo guitar, pedal steel guitar
Lindsey Horner - string bass
Ned Stroh - drums, bowed cymbal

 

Like a Dog
(Robert Hunter-David Gans)
Ice Nine Publishing Company (ASCAP) / Whispering Hallelujah Music (BMI)

Sick of gettin' treated like a goddamned dog
Sick of gettin' kicked around
Sick of sittin' like a bump on a log
Gonna head for higher ground

Sick of gettin' cheated, blindsided and tricked
By ev'ry sonabitch on the block
This sure as hell ain't the life I picked
I believe I'm ready to walk

If I ever need another stab in the back
I surely know where to turn
Useta make my bed on a railroad track
But don't say I never learn

Meet me in the morning on the nine-o-nine
Down among the evergreen
Found a message in a bottle of wine
What it says remains to be seen

Sick and tired of bein' sick and tired
And mister that ain't no joke
Sick and tired of bein' hired and fired
While my dreams go up in smoke

Sick of gettin' lied on, spied on and judged
By people I don't even know
Spent too much time holdin' a grudge
And spittin' on the name of the rose

Sick of gettin' treated like a goddamned dog
Sick of gettin' kicked around
Sick of sittin' like a bump on a log
Gonna head for higher ground

Meet me in the morning on the nine-o-nine
Down among the evergreen
Tell me your troubles, I'll tell you mine
Beatin' rhythm on the tambourine

Sick of gettin' treated like a goddamned dog
Sick of gettin' kicked around
Sick of sittin' like a bump on a log
Gonna head for higher ground

Sick of gettin' lied on, spied on and judged
By people I don't even know
Spent too much time holdin' a grudge
And spittin' on the name of the rose

David Gans - vocal, electric guitar
Tim Carbone - violin, fire extinguishers, background vocal
Andy Goessling - banjo, baritone sax
Lindsey Horner - string bass
Buck Dilly - electric guitar
Ned Stroh - drums

 

It's Gonna Get Better
(David Gans)
Whispering Hallelujah Music (BMI)

The man who stole the future
Has an oil drum for a heart
And a strange preoccupation
With other people's private parts
They want us to do what they say
But I'd rather live my own damn way
We'll take our culture back someday, but

It's gonna get worse before it gets better
It's gonna get worse before it gets better
It's gonna get worse before it gets better
But I know it's gonna get better

Yes I know it's gonna get better
'Cause it almost always does
Can't say much about the who and how
But I believe it just because
Day by day our bonds unweave
Mammon gloats as nature grieves
O save us from these pious thieves

It's gonna get worse before it gets better
It's gonna get worse before it gets better
It's gonna get worse before it gets better
But I know it's gonna get better
I love the world we live in
'Cause I live in it with you

I don't know why they're so proud
To be defined by what they buy
These righteous despoilers, these blood-for-oilers
Taking orders from on high
I don't know whose word I'd take
About this God whose laws I break
I'll swan-dive into that fiery lake, but...

It's gonna get worse before it gets better
It's gonna get worse before it gets better
It's gonna get worse before it gets better
But I know it's gonna get better

Endarkened forces are clamping down
On us unconforming souls
Waving flags and bashing fags
And burning truth like coal
Now I don't know but I've been told
The naming rights have all been sold
Hell is hot and Heaven's cold, and...

It's gonna get worse before it gets better
It's gonna get worse before it gets better
It's gonna get worse before it gets better
But I know it's gonna get better
Well, I love the world we live in
'Cause I live in it with you

David Gans - acoustic guitar, lead vocal, background vocals
John Skehan III - mandolin, background vocals
Tim Carbone - violin, harmony vocal, background vocals
Andy Goessling - acoustic guitar, background vocals
Johnny Grubb - bass


 

Recorded at Mix-o-Lydian Studio, Lafayette NJ
Engineer: Don Sternecker

"Bounty of the County" recorded at Closer Recording, San Francisco
Engineer: Tim Mooney

Mastered in HDCD by Joe at Gastwirt Mastering, Oak Park CA

Package design by Jeff Otto
Photographs by David Gans