Red Cent

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S/T Debut EP

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released 20 April 2012
Recorded from June 2011-December 2011 by Ryan Dusthimer and Andrew Hadjuch. Mixed by Ryan Dusthimer and Ryan Grala.

Music written by Ryan Dusthimer and Red Cent.
Performed by Ryan Dusthimer, Jeff Orgon, John Swan and Finley George. Backing Vocals by Tyler Hansen and Megan Metcalf.

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tags: acoustic americana blues folk indie folk rock punk americana Chicago

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Track Name: Animals
I've shaken hands with the cynics and the saints,

Yeah I've been a worker and a dreamer.

There's no light to see,

beyond the flesh and blood of you and me;

Just mothers, daughters, sons and their fathers.



Reckless things that need a place to eat and sleep,

That wait around to die or long to conquer.

That avoid disease,

Taste the doubt, love and anxiety;

Then melt back into the winding river.



Curious like a cat and a heart like a lion,

With clever tools to perpetuate violence.

Countless scripts and idols to give grounds to any trials,

or a frail kind of strength in self-reliance.



I've shaken hands with the killers and the saviors,

I've taken and given just the same.

There's no light to see, beyond the flesh of you and me,

Just whores, healers, the genius and insane.



Monkeys keeping score and naivety of all sorts,

murder, mayhem and mystery in short.

Stories of the dead lay path for all that lies ahead with an

Obsession over who possesses more.



Scratch and kick, laugh, sing and shout with languages to sort it out,

And fingers to point and poke and disagree.

Hair to cut and clothes to wear, laws to abide, promises to swear and

A habitat not bound by land or sea.



I've shaken hands with the workers and the dreamers,

Yes I've been a cynic and a saint.

There's no light to see,

Beyond the flesh and blood of you and me,

Just brothers, sisters, friends and enemies
Track Name: Plastic Owl
You can have the rest if you want,

I ain't that hungry anyways.

I'm fine to just sit here and watch

and to keep you company.



The wind won't push me like that weather vane,

But don't expect there's anything I'll say.



You can go ahead I'll stay behind,

Lonesome is a word I know quite well.

It's not that you haven't been kind,

I just do better by myself.



The wind won't push me like that weather vane,

But don't expect there's anything I'll say.



You know I see all that you do,

And I'm up the same long nights as you.

This perch is dull, yes through and through,

So if anything comes up, won't you share the news...



The wind won't push me like that weather vane,

But don't expect there's anything I'll say.



You can go ahead if you want,

I'm fine to just sit here and watch.
Track Name: Fingers On A Map
Piles of paper that never mean nothing to me,

Arrive in the post everday, sometime before three.

Gonna bite my tongue 'til my ears turn into microphones,

And play you all back like a 33 rpm stereo...

I want to run like a fox from your trap,

I want to move as easy as fingers on a map.



Eggs on burnt toast and coffee, a breakfast for two...

Only the weather, was never much one for the news.

Gonna sit on my hands 'til my eyes see like a photographer,

And print you all out onto 18x24 posters...

I want to walk with sun followin' in my tracks,

I want to move as easy as fingers on a map.



Plenty of windows, the trouble is finding the door,

Circled so long, I wore out a path on the floor.

Gonna keep moving my feet 'til the cobwebs are cleared from my head,

And write you all down in my little black, chicken-scratch notepad.

I want to carry my world in a burlap sack,

When I move as easy as fingers on a map.
Track Name: Broken Clock
I will take a Broken Clock with me

As I go driftin' into the sea.

And I will wait... oh so patiently

For the sweet embrace of nature's nothing.



I know it sounds insane when I say,

"I wonder what will grow above my grave?...

And how long will it take for all of me to decay?...

From the last bit of bone to the last picture of my face."



But I will take that Broken Clock with me

As I go driftin into the sea.

And I will wait... oh so restlessly

For the sweet embrace of nature's nothing.



Hatred for what makes me feel afraid,

Losin' what's loved and the pain of old age.

As I walk this one way line

I often think about the time,

When I'll no longer be on anybodys mind.



I'll dance until I run out of sand,

Then I'll be the salt a dog licks off your hand.

Ride the foreign wind, round and round again,

Like the kind of friend who's only there to listen.



And I will take a Broken Clock with me

As I go driftin into the sea.

And I will wait... oh so patiently,

For the sweet embrace of nature's nothing.



I will tell this story like it's new,

To illustrate a cold but calming truth.

The oceans are puddles and the great lakes are just dew,

And clocks dissolve the wall between me and you.
Track Name: War Whoop
Well I'd take the strength of old Red Cloud the chief,

Any day, over the charm of the American dream.

And I'd sooner lay my head on the railroad tracks,

than waste all my time, just waiting in lines while

They're fixing a knife in my back..



It's a very fine line. but your on the other side,

I'll put my arrow right through your throat.



And I'd much prefer, just one honest friend

Than one-thousand and one in fortune and fame

Who only know how to pretend...

And I'd rather drown in a river of rye, golden brown,

Than choke out of place in a frenzied rat race like

a fish floppin' round on the ground.



It's a very fine line, but your on the other side,

For those who fell, I'll take your scalp.



I'd catch a bullet,

Between my teeth...

Before you'd find me listening,

To your oil-drum ranting.



I'll be rolling on now,

There's nothing here for me anyhow..

The pigeon's in his hole, the string-cup radio broke,

And I'm past what my patience allows.



It's a very fine line that's been sewed into my mind..

But I'm washing off the paint, 'cause it's far too late.
Track Name: Far Too Vague
If there's a way to end this bout

Then I have yet to figure it out.

Anxiously wondering where I'm bound,

And if things would be any different in another town.

Is there anything to be found or our we just hanging around,

Breaking bones and laughin' at the sound.



We've all heard this story a-time before

And we all know the sound change rapping on our doors.

Swallow lies and sweep the floors.

And when daisies are pushed we pray there's something more...

But is there anything to be found or our we just hanging around,

Breaking bones and laughin' at the sound.



As I sit on this stoop and gaze,

I can't help but feel the weight of a five-sense fate.

These portraits and landscapes never cease to amaze,

But any divine notions always seem far too vague.

Is there anything to be found or our we just hanging around,

Breaking bones and laughin' at the sound