Prairie School Freakout- Liner Notes:
This piece of vinyl is our second record. It was recorded on a hot
pollution alert day during July in Louisville, Kentucky, and was made at a place called
Artist Recording Service. We recorded 15 songs between 11:00 p.m. and 5:00 a.m., half of
the time spent trying to fix the wild buzz coming out of Rick's amp. We finally gave up
and decided to make amp buzz the theme of the record. The session was engineered by Mike
Franklin and CO-engineered by Wink O'Bannon, who in the past has guided and mystified us.
The hand produced the record with Wink, pushing guitar levels up way into the red. What
you hear is pretty much live except vocals and some extra Baird guitar on Watching The
Candles Burn. Doug had to dub a bass note. We argued about putting lyrics on this insert
but decided against it. Rick tends to change other peoples words due to memory lapses; if
you want to sec what the real words are as written, drop us a line. Raoul still played
Strohs but it was long distance this time. Frank Loose did the layout and helped us with
the design and a lot of other things we don't have a clue about. Catherine Trippy Irwin
titled the album and Janet came up with the photo concept. We had to lug Janet 5 living
room out to Michael Freeman's sprawling estate, and it was freezing cold. Bob Hanson
bravely took the photos. Thanks for the extra socks and coffee Michael. We would like to
thank the following people for helping, tolerating, sticking with Eleventh Dream Day:
Keith & John, Jim Garby, Joe Little, Bill Little, Johnny Hearndon, Ric Menck, Micheal
Cergazan, Josephine Lenardi, The Sapphires, The Hollowmen, the Beans of Louisville for the
hospitality, Paul Rock, Jimmy D., Trippy, Wink, Fat Wally, The Bulls, Mary Kate Murray,
Peter Houpt, Blake Gumprecht, Jason, WNUR, Pat Daly, Rick Reger, Dave Kay & Jeanie,
Renaldo, the Rizzo's for buying a ton of records, WXRT, Moira McCormick, Dee, The Rainbow,
TJ, Friends of Betty, Raoul V. Stober, Frank Loose, Creigh, Ziggy, Adam, Baird's mom and
dad, Amanda Ileidke, Sue Rae, Kate and Doug, WHPK, WDPU, Peter Margasek, Kaliedescope
International, Sean Duffy and Patty, Jill in Minneapolis, David from Kalamazoo, Doug's
folks, and finally NO thanks to O'Connor for the lemon van.
Prairie School Freakout- Lyrics:
Watching Candles Burn
Sweet Smell
Coercion
Driving Song
Tarantula
Among The Pines
Through My Mouth
Beach Miner
Death of Albert C. Sampson
Life on a String
Tenth Leaving Train
We're wasting our time
Watching candles burn
We're caught from behind
We've got a lot to learn
We've all got shades
We like the view
If looks could kill
Who's looking at you
A sick dog crawls
Turn right up the alley
Was out all night
You sure are smelly
I ain't got no matches
And what if I did
I was home all night
Sick in bed
*Definitive lyrics, supplied by Baird Figi! (As opposed to my crude
attempts at transcription ;-)
Slipped in the shower stall
hit his head and died
he lost his concentration
for a moment
as the water fell on his shoulders
he thought about a time
he thought about a time
when life was painful
like the time he walked home in the rain
a summer in Florida when he nearly froze
a morning in Chicago when a dog meant nothing to nobody
a fall in the winter that killed him
a fall in the winter that killed him
he lost his concentration
blame it on sharp movement
blood-porcelain-concrete-thought his life was getting hard
his past thoughts were meaningless
future thoughts unheard of
present thoughts hopeless.
his head felt like a loaf of bread
with the crust peeled off
sandwiched between the shower stall and purgatory
his life went down the drain
his life went down the drain
a cold fall rain
a distant vague pain
a long black train
shoo and sway
through soggy New England forests
a chosen place of farewells
Among the pines that someday fell
Among the pines that someday fell
Among the pines that someday fell
Among the pines that someday fell
A quarter in my hand
I found it in the sand
Must have found a way to slip on by
those old beach miners
Thought I'd look for more
I drifted down to the shore
There I found the letter she wrote
saying we were no more.
Something's got a hold on me
Sure it's sad
I ought to be sad
Is there any reason why
I shouldn't be sad?
We were getting to be kind of close
and I was falling in love with her
That's the way of the world I guess
And I can't change it
But y'know I miss her still
I can't avoid it
Something's got a hold on me (x6)
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