One Hand At A Time

by P. C. Allen

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Recorded during two cold December days in Drew's basement, here's my debut E.P. for your personal enjoyment. Rock'n'roll y'all.

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released 04 February 2010
All songs performed by Peter Charles Allen.

A Long Drive, One Hand At A Time, and Upstream -- Peter Charles Allen.
Dig Down -- Bobby Bare Jr.
Dancing With The Women At The Bar -- Whiskeytown

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Drew Ferguson
Photo by James Farace

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tags: folk sad bastard music indie rock Madison

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Track Name: Dig Down
This letter is addressed to Mr. Pete Townsend
Hey brother I write you to say thanks for nothing,
Your generation used up all the feelings
And if we rock, it looks like we're ripping you off.

Hey Mr. Jimmy as I write upon this page,
My hand's they shake with a delicate rage.
My amplifier has no aim
For all that it plays sounds derivative and mundane

So dig on down, dig down - the lost and found
The Beatles devoured all there was to be found
Dig down, dig down - the lost and found
Nothing green can gather on a rolling stone
Dig down, dig on down.

To whom it may concern for all Hendrix had spurned
The rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air
My fender is just a painted board,
and if I light it on fire, I become such a fucking bore.

Black Francis, Black Francis you were the last motherfucker out
Grabbing all the good stuff and leaving no doubt
That if rock and roll dies, it's not my fault
I do the best with the leftovers that I got

So dig on down, dig down - the lost and found
The Beatles devoured all there was to be found
Dig down, dig down - the lost and found
Nothing green can gather on a rolling stone
Dig down, dig on down.

All of the juice had been sucked out
Before Mel Bay taught us children to play
So as we climb upon the rotting corpse
Stick it in once again to see if the blood will course

Chuck Berry, Chuck Berry you wrote the only original song
Some white boys stole it, we all still sing along
Chuck Berry sing to us one more time
Before Clear Channel freezes everybody's mind

So dig on down, dig down - the lost and found
The Beatles devoured all there was to be found
Dig down, dig down - the lost and found
Nothing green can gather on a rolling stone
Dig down, dig on down.
Track Name: A Long Drive (Into Summer)
a long drive into summer
racing down the Sun.
trying to catch the daylight
from its mortal plunge.

all of these tries,
but He always dies
rubbernecking another bloody nightfall.
Dusk creeps in slow
through the open window
doing his best to make no noise at all

a long drive into summer
racing down the Sun.
trying to catch the daylight
from its mortal plunge.

fireflies pay no attention,
foxtrotting across the farmland
like a lover undressed
a centaur’s arrows
tear shimmering flambeaus
across the sky’s dark flesh.

million, billion glittering jewels of brilliance
the chandelier of our insignificance
hangs Heaven out of my reach
Track Name: Dancing With The Women At The Bar
When I see the moon, I hear the sound of the strip
Just calling my name
Just calling my name
When I see the moon, I hear the sound of the strip
Just calling my name
Yeah its calling my name

Man I love the feeling
When I go out
Dancing with the women at the bar
Man I love the feeling
When I go out
I always know my womans close somewhere

My daddy saw the moon, eard the sound of the strip
It called out his name
It called out his name
My daddy saw the moon, and heard the sound of the strip
Yeah it called out his name
And it called his sons name too

Man I love the feeling
When I go out
Dancing with the women at the bar
Man I love the feeling
When I go out
I always know my womans close somewhere
Close somewhere

When you see the moon, hear the sound of the strip
Yeah call out my name
Yeah call out my name
And if you see the moon, hear the sound of the strip
Yeah call out my name
Yeah call my friends names too

Man I love the feeling
When I go out
Dancing with the women at the bar
Man I love the feeling
When I go out
I always know my womans close somewhere
Close somewhere
Track Name: One Hand At A Time
I’m another idiot romantic
scratching trivial semantics
into these rhymes, into these lines.
I know I’m nothing new to you,
but I don’t know what else to do
with my time, with my time.

Hand by hand
I am the monkey at the typewriter
in one million years
I’ll write works of Shakespeare.

Oh no, here we go again
a pretty boy with a paper and pen
and a head full of refuse.
Playing his acoustic guitar
in another empty bar
wailing that same old blues.

One hand at a time
I am the monkey at the typewriter,
in a million years
I’ll write works of Shakespeare.

But how much more can you take
listening to my heart break?

I know I’m no artist,
I’m an ape who wasted time.
We’ve all got some baggage,
you want to listen to mine?
Track Name: Upstream
Cursed myself as I hit the street
My ego melted at my feet
So I wade into the rising tide
down to the depths of my pride
In this flood of self-defeat
That flows on my retreat.

I tripped on my tongue
on my way out the door
I turned to run,
but got a mouthful of floor
Caught in between
What I say and what I mean.
Caught in between
What I say and what I mean.

And I won’t head for higher ground
Too insecure to turn this ship around
Sinking back into my idiots gloom
A familiar feeling that’ll pass soon
Cause when I’m lost in a dream
I always can float upstream

I bit my tongue
to the one I adore
Tired of tension
Too timid to be your’s
Caught in between
What I say and what I mean.
Caught in between
What I say and what I mean.