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LYRICS:
Annie (Track 8)

Wake up sweet Annie, it’s time to rise  
Don’t blind your eyes again  
Wake up sweet Annie, it’s time to rise  
To criticize and cringe  

The no holding all scolding is starting to wane  
Loves absence is wearing me thin  
Seems I lent out my heart to a bag full of veins  
Tapped dry by a deep thirst for sin  

Wake up sweet Annie, it’s time to rise  
Don’t blind your eyes again  
Wake up sweet Annie, it’s time to rise  
To criticize and cringe  

Amongst the gadgets and gizmos, bad feet and truckloads  
Of fearless, faithless clowns  
Who told the tipsy and the merry to steer clear of your ferry  
'cuz the anchor was too light to drown  

Wake up sweet Annie, it’s time to rise  
Don’t blind your eyes again  
Wake up sweet Annie, it’s time to rise  
To criticize and cringe  

Annie, I’d never hurt you  
I want you to call out my name  
Annie, I swear I love you, girl  
I forget that you're partially insane  

I’m charred, you’re chiseled, you’re fried, I’ve fizzled  
Sanctity lies in the ground  
I beg, you borrow. Can I see you tomorrow?  
Annie, please stick around  

Wake up sweet Annie, it’s time to rise  
Don’t blind your eyes again  
Wake up sweet Annie, it’s time to rise  
To criticize and cringe  
Don't criticize me!

Save A Place (Track 6)

I picked you up from off the mantle  
And I could feel you from down the hall  
Introduced among the candles  
We wept and curled up in a ball  

Save, save a place  
Save a place for us to fill  

I spent my days walking backwards  
And all that time I’m thinking I’m right  
But you came along and soaked up my sadness  
You made damn sure my eyes were wide  

Save, save a place  
Save a place for us to fill  
Save, save a place  
Save a place among this thrill  

I’ll show you in a light that’s bright and famous  
Famous for faith and being true  
You sussed me out while I was aimless  
Now I pledge myself to you  

Save, save a place  
Save a place for us to fill  
Save, save a place  
Save a place among this thrill  
Save, save a place (saving it up sometime)  
Save a place, I hope you will 

Sunk in Deep (Track 4)

She told me she thought I was funny  
She told me I was kind  
She didn’t care I had no money  
She said she really dug my mind  

She told me once I left her speechless  
One time even gazing at the stars  
She said she loved our conversations  
While her top-forty shit teared through the car  

Well it’s time I see, she sunk deep into me  
She sunk deep into me every time  
She opened her mouth, or kicked me off her couch  
So I’m taking you, taking your love, it’s taking time  

She hinted I’m in, then came on slowly  
Well I played my part, and I threw it all to chance  
She’d charm the devil unto holy  
Then she'd rob the bastard of all his evil plans.  

Well it’s time I see, she sunk deep into me  
She sunk deep into me every time  
That she opened up her mouth, or kicked me off her couch  
So I’m taking you, taking your love, it’s taking time

Dying Day (Track 7)

Some roadside pride took twenty-five lives  
That's when it all began  
The dust you could chew while the shrapnel flew  
Blowin' arms from their trusty hands  
The innocents screamed for civilian means  
While the armor made its stand  
Planes would fly by poking holes in the sky  
Leaking prayer on the dead and damned  

This is an ode....  
To their dying day  

The sun went down in a Jersey town  
'round the time the cameras rolled  
A hard working man was beat from his tan  
His body laid bloodied and cold  
It was 7:17 at the hospital scene  
When the actress got too bold  
She clipped several hundred clams from the soul of his pants  
Robbed of dignity, life, and gold  

This is an ode...  
To his dying day  

A sky roaming plane shot through the rain  
Crashed in the Karachi hills  
Survivors were few from one-fifty-two  
The rescuers braved the chill  
The trip had been grand, the plane was to land  
It was only minutes away  
But the weather turned mean, the clouds lost their sheen  
The airbus and faithful lay slain  

Who's to blame?...  
For their Dying Day  
Ain't it a shame....  

A Massachusetts man took his wife in his hands  
You can guess what happened from there  
Their child looked on sensing something was wrong  
Mom's blood trickled down the stairs  
This childhood friends' in a concrete pen  
His family ain't no more  
Yet the scriptures all say if you kill you must pay  
No matter angel, sinner, or whore  

This is an ode...  
To their dying day  
The story's been told...  

Some roadside pride took twenty-five lives  
That's when it all began...

CREDITS:

These songs were recorded between 11/14 and 8/15 at The Soul Shop in Medford, Massachusetts. 
Released January 1, 2015 

Rich Podgur: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Drums, and Percussion  
David Hinckley: Guitar  
Gavin McCarthy: Drums  
Elio DeLuca: Wurlitzer, Hammond Organ, and Vocals  
Lydia Harrell: Vocals on tracks 5 & 10  
Danielle Miraglia: Vocals on tracks 5 & 10  
Wayne Whittaker: Bass on tracks 1 - 4 & 8  
Lou Ulrich: Bass on tracks 6, 7, 10 & 11  
Jef Charland: Bass on track 5  

Produced and mixed by: Rich Podgur and Elio DeLuca  
Engineer: Elio DeLuca  
Asst. Engineers: Pete Schluter and Patrick Grenham  
Recorded at The Soul Shop, Medford MA.  
Mastered by Mark Donahue at Soundmirror Inc., Jamaica Plain MA  

All songs written by Rich Podgur for KSFmusic (ASCAP)