Cities Townies EP

by Exit 380

/
  • The Cities Townies EP is a fusion of rock & roll and folk driven acoustics.

     $4.25 USD

     

1.
2.
3.
4.
5.

about

A five song, split EP, cut nearly in half between alt-rock and roots-based instrumentation. This record is a small representation of the change the band was going through musically during this time period, working to "make up their mind" of being either a straight-forward rock band, or to display their more dynamic side; roots-rock.

The album is divided in both in strategy and by production. The "rock half" being recorded with famed rock producer, Alex Gerst at his Indian Trails Studio, and the "roots half" being done by the band in their personal studio in Fort Worth, Texas. Sonically, the blend of styles and production work to make an interesting 20 minutes of listening time.

EXIT 380 MUSIC VIDEOS: www.youtube.com/user/exit380/videos

credits

released February 27, 2010

Dustin Blocker (vocals, harmonica)
Aaron Borden (guitars)
Jeremy Hutchsion (guitars)
Jon Hutchison (bass & keys)
Bobby Tucker (percussion)

All songs ©℗ 2010 Exit 380 // Fite Lite Productions (ASCAP).
Music and Lyrics ©® 2010 Dustin Blocker / Aaron Borden (ASCAP).

All Rights Reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.
Manufactured and Distributed by Fite Lite Productions LLC ® 2010.

tags

license

all rights reserved

feeds

feeds for this album, this artist

about

Exit 380 Dallas

In the spring of 1999, spawned by an insidious need for attention; Exit 380 began its crawl in the wet streets of Denton, Texas from acoustic two-piece bar schlock to the more sprint ready five-headed alternative act. Best known in North Texas for its 11 years of rock and roll pandering, the band has begun to wear a new tread into its heel by hitchhiking down a more swamp laden, alt-country road. ... more

contact / help

Contact Exit 380

Streaming and
Download help

Track Name: Street Trash View
I feel like you could take this off my hands
Making my arms so weak they can’t extend

Well I reel, like I do, with an empty Street Trash View
Whilst awake, I engage with those who leave no trace

This is where I live. This is it. This is where I beg.
This is it. This is how I live. This is it. Is this it?

I feel like if I could just wash my head
That the source of my lone fate would soon be flipped.
Piece by piece, re-growing what once was dead.

So, I hear…”Love is blind…that (it) transcends all hell and time.”
That sounds good…that sounds alright, but lady I ain’t blind
Just beat, and worn from sun, scorched by rain, without a home
No roof to wear; nothing but this empty street trash view.
I’ve known all the time, that this is it, I’m not in line for nothing else.
Guess it’s best to leave love to the blind
Track Name: Caught In A Lie
All I see is what’s for me. When you want two, I’m taking three.
One by one it builds up so easily.

What spins ‘round inside, combines with lust and swallowed pride.
A promise to an only child…I know I’m wrong, I guess you’re right.

Cauterized and caught in lies. I called your name, got you surprised.
If they cut off your hands, I’d give you both my eyes.

What’s up and down at times, is chased by guilt, swallowed with pride.
The question on a lover’s mind, is “If I’m wrong, then who was right?”

Caught in a lie, caught in a lie
Call you the liar, brandished in fire
And I’ll be the lion, the cowardice lion.

What spins ‘round inside, combines with lust and swallowed pride.
A promise to an only child…I know I’m wrong, I guess you’re right.
Track Name: Daddy Was A Freight Train
Daddy, he’s a’comin’ for us all. Rumblin’ like a freight train down the hall.
His face is as filthy, as his heart. Daddy he’s a’comin’ for us all.

You run…You run…You run…

Is Maw gonna save us? No, not at all. She’s off with Uncle bristlin’ in the barn.
Her back is as filthy as her heart. Daddy he’s a’comin’ for us all.

You run…You run…You run…

Now I have turned the corner and can’t get home. Though a fire’s a’burnin’, I can’t get warm.
I guess Daddy turned me into his Son, when he came a’rumblin’ down the hall…
Track Name: Run For The Gold
Riding from the land of blood. Blinded by the greed and lust.
Gonna reach Paloma when morning comes…American River, here I come.

Would you run, would you? Could you run, could you? Would you run for the gold.

Pony’s head is riding low. No more clay from his hooves we’ll throw.
Gonna send my fortune back to Rhome. California I call you home.

Would you run, would you? Could you run, could you? Would you run for the gold.

Might lose it all in this one chance, trading my life for this dance, the whiskey in my pouch is almost empty.
Please, oh Lord, bail me out, make my pony strong and stout, trail boss says, “One day to go.”
Track Name: Harland's Wife
Black suit affair. Harland’s wife. Diego’s son. One tentatively old, the other young.
White washed walls backed taut by the sun, they cooked until they cracked, open wide, overdone.

“I guess you don’t mind” he said, “that I’m not your man. That old Harland is working tough, while you’re laying here…”
“Pay it no mind” she said, “you’ll be my man. Pay it no mind” she said, “he’ll soon be dead.”

Black suit affair. Mourn the stone. Old Harland’s wife and her five boys.
Tempered in gray the line’s been crossed.

“I guess you don’t mind” he said, “that I killed your man. That old Harland stuffed and tucked, while you’re laying here…”
“Pay it no mind” she said, “you did what you should…for Harland did treat me rough…and battered all of my kids.”