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Classic Fadeout

by The Stanfields

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1.
Southlands 03:10
I was born in this land And I run among the barley I remember those times like yesterday I knew nothing of me father Just the tales told by me mother As we slept by the horses in the hay In the Southlands she’d say They take rest in their goose beds And loll away on the cold winter nights But don’t be leaving nor reavin’ Like a borderless heathen Like your daddy Who took the wrong way home With the wind at our backs We took our leave after the harvest 13 men and their charges rode away We forged through the rains Hit like hammers on upon the anvil But returned only few upon the day In the Southlands we paid With our fair share of blood upon Our saddles - and a lifetime of tears I was thieving – I was reavin’ Like a borderless heathen Like my daddy I took the wrong way home Ghost and kin Come to me at every hour Somewhere out there in the mist Lay a child who never will run among the barley Run among the barley Ghost and kin Come to me at every hour – every day And they won’t let me forget About a child who never will run among the barley Run among the barley
2.
I fixed my eye on a golden pie But I can’t take a bite I spent my roll on a dream made up Of pure insane delight There’s an angel singing in my ear But I’m immune to joy Bells are ringing somewhere in the void A cosmic stove has fried my bacon And left me in a bind Now eyes behind a death mask are looking for Bones and teeth to grind This puzzle I don’t understand Was clearly made for me Like a muzzle I’ve been forced to wear by a cold enemy Who has rolled out a collection of excuses For a lamb who don’t want to be found No grand resurrection for a mule who is done Born on the wrong side of town No fancy words can spare you from The pain of breaking vice It’s no accident or no mistake When someone tells you twice Somewhere there’s a place within A finely tuned machine That goes round and round With no stops in between I hold my nose, count my nickels And wish away the night Inside four walls, a popcorn ceiling That’s painted eggshell white I’d take a ride if I had a whip And the gasoline was free But a moonlit drive with the top down singing Won’t fix this for me So no drawn out recollections from the highway No sliver of truth to be found No form of protection for a fool on the run Born on the wrong side of town So I sold my collection of fine things Wallowed in cliché and noun Like a throwback connection to a song over-sung I was born on the wrong side of town I was playing the game like a clown I was born on the wrong side of town
3.
Your eyes tonight are little pins Looking for a friend And tell a story locked inside of you Your lips provide a different spin One to be believed If we were strangers on an avenue You’re running riot in the still Choking on your high class pill Staggering through the gristmill cuz you’re Trying to medicate your only spark Look out for the wind And the breakers in the dark You laugh about the prickly things Popping your balloons And take time for the silly games that make you whole You say them’s the breaks and them’s the rules Part of the suspense When you’re just a button on a remote control You’re standing tall but walking death Stronger than a horse’s breath Nothing but the best I tell ya Crying makes you fodder for the sharks Look out for the fins And the breakers in the dark Chewing on your wire cage It’s a pity someone that your age Ain’t nothing but a rager Who got left behind when Noah closed the ark Look out for the bends And the breakers in the dark
4.
Laser Beam 03:48
Rolling through the silence of the ages Holding on fading bravery Trying to find the words that I could say to you But they never come that easily Praying that the night will take me with her It’s 2 am and I’m a laser beam It’s 2 am and I am right on target I’m a laser beam. I tune out the slogans on the roadway and try to mind the crows and greenery I turn on the music and I listen to the radio singing lullabies to me Waiting for the daze to drag me under It’s nine o’clock and I’m a laser beam It’s nine o’clock and I am worse for wear But I’m a laser beam. Counting down the days until the winter When December comes I’ll sleep for days and dream When December comes I promise I’ll be there I’m a laser beam.
5.
Another wild, crazy night Watching songbirds taking flight Thinking ‘bout the ways I’d play this hand again Up and down through the gears Wound up tight and bored to tears Waiting for a break in play to drink it in It’s game time Hole inside the brain time Groan about the rain time It’s only just begun Oh oh oh oh It’s game time All aboard the train time Just give me a name time Rules have all the fun In a wild fever dream I was the star of my own meme I broke the net and I let the games begin I was quick, I was keen The only cog in my machine But when I woke up I was poor old me again It’s game time Pay the price for fame time Holler at the same time It’s how arguments are won Oh oh oh oh It’s game time Circle ‘round the drain time Strutting with a sprain time Rules have all the fun In the wild inner space Of my ultimate disgrace Somehow I contrive to get in my own way When I draw my last breath I will kiss the face of death Tell a joke and dive head first into the fray It’s game time Progress on the wane time Pass around the blame time It’s just how things are done Oh oh oh oh It’s game time Rolling with the grain time Nothing to explain time Rules have all the fun Rules have all the fun Something must be done Rules have all the fun Rules have all the fun You’re a menace and a gun The rules have all the fun Rules have all the fun
6.
Good Night, So Long, Goodbye May the truth it serve you well Now that it’s all over, it’s time To thank you for leaving - close the door. Now that it’s all over, it’s time To thank you for leaving I’ve the same old doubts in my mind And they rule this vacant shell Now that it’s all over, it’s fine Thanks for believing in the cause Now that it’s all over, it’s fine Thanks for believing - thanks for it all On a better day, I’m a flickering flame But today I’m all twisted inside Trying to make use of these feelings But lacking the proof that they’re mine A lingering truth that I’m stealing A well worn, proven design On a better night, I sleep alright But this hour is breaking me down Scattering all of my pieces all over town Good Night, So Long, Goodbye Thanks for believing Thanks for it all Good Night, So Long, Goodbye Thanks for believing Thanks for it all Good Night, So Long, Goodbye Thank you for leaving - close the door

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Our 6th studio recording. 6 brand new tracks. Written and recorded within 6 months. Coincidence?

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released January 24, 2020

Jon Landry - Vocals, Guitars, Harmonica, Kazoo, Bouzouki
Calen Kinney - Keys, Violin, Vocals
Jason MacIsaac - Guitars, Vocals
Dillan Tate - Bass, Vocals
Mark Murphy - Drums, Percussion, Vocals

All Songs by The Stanfields

Producer - Jon Landry
Engineer - Darren van Niekerk at The Sonic Temple, Halifax NS
Engineer - Jason Jenkyns at Codapop Studio, Halifax NS
Engineer - Jon Landry at Trevor's house, Hatchet Lake NS
Mix - Darren van Niekerk at Iron Tulip Audio, Chester Basin NS
Master - Noah Mintz at Lacquer Channel, Toronto ON
Art Design and Layout - Stephen MacDonald
Inside Photo - Chris Mock
Executive Producer - Ian McKinnon, GroundSwell Music

Mark Murphy uses YC drums, Sabian cymbals and Los Cabos sticks.

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The Stanfields are a Canadian rock music group, based in Halifax, Nova Scotia.

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