Bo Bedingfield & the Wydelles

by The Wydelles

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released March 11, 2016

Appearing as the Wydelles:
David Barbe
Eric Carter
Neil Golden
John Neff
Carlton Owens
Brandon Reynolds
Marcus Thompson

Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by David Barbe at Chase Park Transduction in Athens, GA

Original cover painting by Brian Kindamo (www.deaddreamnation.com)

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Track Name: Springtime
It's springtime and all my friends are in the hospital
All the dew upon the southern knoll
Shimmers like saline on an I.V. pole
Or the sera in a central line

I don't know why I'm lonely all the time
There must be some pathology
Some rip or tear from lack of care
In the fragile fabric of the old synapses

It's springtime and I'm holding it between the lines
Got a job as an office clerk
The building's new but I know the work
Pouring through the ICD-9

I don't know why...

All the lonely nurses and all the next of kin
Stretch against the furniture as the day begins
Track Name: The Despondent Correspondent
In the office, on the phone
I tried to call you but you're not at home
I shuffle papers, adjust my chair
I run my fingers slowly through my hair

I can see all the downtown bars
Standing on the roof throwing pennies at cars

I drink and drink and slink through doors
I hum my high school fight song and write about the war
I read the papers; I know the score
I know the shit I do don't pay anymore

I can see all the downtown bars
Standing on the roof throwing bottles at cars

Hallelujah. Hand me a beer
It's been a strange couple, couple years
Track Name: Sometimes I Love You
Sometimes I sleep, sometimes I lie
In my cold bedroom, dark and dry
Sometimes I love you, sometimes I lie
No one feels anything all the time

The airplanes with silver wings
Pass over things like us
While we talk through our reservations, insignificance, and such
As if that were enough

In times like these when I get my
Old parlor pallor, I pace and pine
Sometimes I love you, sometimes I lie
Sometimes I love you, and sometimes I try

The airplanes...
Track Name: Hello, Texas Girls!
Hello, Texas girls. I am slowed and slurred
In a Waco bar, drunk and uninsured
From a place in darkness to these lights

Save me for your last dance
I sway like my father's son
With a lilt in my past tense
A poor navigator, I'm a somnambulator

There's a group of friends across from where I am
This one's halfway drunk, that one's born again
From a place in darkness to your light

Save me for your last dance...
Track Name: I Didn't Know I Couldn't Treat You Right (Until I Tried)
When I knew the place was burning, I knew I'd need a ride
Eight floors up, I worked and watched the smoke and cinder fly
Then we met up at Cutters

I knew right then I'd be lit long before the fire died
But I didn't know I couldn't treat you right until I tried

I get it from my mother or from her family's side
This pining through the day and pacing endlessly at night
Or maybe from my father

The day that I was born I knew that something wasn't right
But I didn't know I couldn't treat you right until I tried

What kind of man can't clear his own bars he's set himself so low?
But I knew the place was burning
Track Name: San Diego (My Old East Coast Ennui)
Set my watch for pacific time
Going where the sun always shines
To the coast, to San Diego

If you run into me next week
I'll have pink umbrellas in all my drinks
When we go to San Diego

Sandy, sunny San Diego

Set my watch for pacific time
You bring your pets and I'll bring mine
We can to go San Diego

If you run into my next month
I'll be catching waves and having fun
When we go to San Diego

Sandy, sunny San Diego

Goodbye, Georgia summers
And my old East Coast ennui
With the chicks on Del Mar Beach is where I wanna be
Track Name: Smokes
So long smokes and lung-charred white ghosts who wait without want and laugh at all my jokes, who stand by my bed and number my sins, tobacco stained hands and epinephrine grins.

All that I might need is a cold, smokeless autumn and a good, clean sleep.

They give me pills because I'm such a sad old bastard: prescription amphetamines (I'm still depressed but I'm faster). I ash into ash and refill my beer to loosen and level the wreck 'twixt my ears.

All that I might need is a cold, smokeless autumn and a good, clean sleep.

So long smokes and lung-charred white ghosts who wait without want and laugh at all my jokes.

"Son, you've got to pay." That's what they'll say.
"Son, you've got to pay." Then they'll drag me away.

All that I might need is a cold, smokeless autumn and a good, clean sleep.
Track Name: Yr Heart + Mine
Your heart and mine are slick as stones from the wind the years have blown
From having seen what tragedy hath wrought instead of lives at ease

"Cover the exits. Stakeout his house. Shut down the airport; he might try to head south."

In fifty years when we're both grown with smiles and laughs not our own
From having heard these songs too long, these minor fives and somber tones...

"Cover the exits. Stakeout his house. Shut down the airport; he might try to head south."

And when the law finds him, it won't be done yet. We will hunt and haunt him this live through the next

I had a dream night before last of our sweet eternal rest: he cries and beg while from our thrones we watch with eyes as cold as stones.
Track Name: 100 Ft of Flames
On a clear day from Stone Mountain I can see from Kennesaw to Covington. I can see you're pissed with me, but the coffee's hot and no lives were lost.

One hundred feet of flames
One hundred feet a day
And the smoke has made its way to Atlanta

The evening's proceedings from the night before is why my head's so sore,
But my bloodshot eyes are from the teenage kids who set the swamp on fire.

One hundred feet of flames
One hundred feet a day
And the smoke has made its way to Atlanta

In the morning from Stone Mountain she says I drink too much. I said I think too much.
Pour some wine into a coffee cup and relax a bit, 'cause we can't see shit

One hundred feet of flames
One hundred feet a day
And the smoke has made its way to Atlanta
Track Name: Loud + Slow
One day I will ride up to you with a team of horses
The flames in my eyes will be blue
And I will light your doorway

The straightest line from my head to my heart is my throat
So i'll pour 'em back and sing loud and slow

A few drinks and a love without end and my black boots shining
When the respect of some long-known friend was all I wanted

The straightest line from my head to my heart is my throat
So I'll pour 'em back and sing loud and slow