Troubled Night

by Jo Kroger

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1.
By the river we walk By the river we stand By the river we hold our hands By the banks of the stream we are holy and free We are free from the troubled night
2.
I can't sleep. I got no time to think. I got no time to think during the day. I can't sleep. I got no time to breathe. I got no time to breathe during the day. Here's the time when I close my eyes, and I know it's all right to wander. Here's the time when I close my eyes, and I know it's all right to wander. I can't move. I am stuck to the ground. I am stuck to the ground. I can't move. I can't move. I am stuck to the sound. I am stuck to the sound down the hall. Here's the time when I close my eyes, and I know it's all right to wander. Here's the time when I close my eyes, and I know it's all right to wander. I can't sleep. I got no time to think. I got no time to think during the day.
3.
I can still smell your gum and cigarettes sitting across my shoulder Mixed with my sweater, mixed with my sweat, and I want you to hold me I saw your face light up by the music that played with your head on my legs I felt so at home, but then I felt so alone, and I knew that I'd fkd up already So now I'm wearing the enamel off my fingernail polish trying to pen a song to figure out how I lost you I'm all dolled up on the laundry in my bedroom the tomboy turncoat in red rubber rainboots and now I'm a mess. Oh, I'm a mess. Yeah, I'm a mess. I can still taste late night pizza slices We're playing on benches and parkways And, god, I need sleep, but you're stuck in my head I can't get you out. It's a problem. Well I made a mistake, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I turn around, I see your face and the floor dropped out and my stomach dropped down and my heart hit the ground. It was over. and now I'm a mess. Oh, I'm a mess. Yeah, I'm a mess. So move on. And move out of my mind. So move on. And move out. I'll be fine. Well you are my nemesis and you are my muse. You're my nemesis and my best abuse. And I can't shake the feeling that I can't shake you so I think I'm staying in tonight. Cause I'm a mess. You left me a wreck. Oh I'm a mess and there's no going back. I can still smell your gum and cigarettes. I can still smell your gum and cigarettes.
4.
Emma 02:18
This is a song for Emma, wherever she may be Wherever she may be This is a song for Emma, wherever she may be Wherever she may be And I'm not backing out No I'm not giving up so easily this time This is a song for the lonely, wherever you may be Wherever you may be This is a song for the lonely, wherever you may be Wherever you may be And I have had enough But I'm not selling out so easily this time And you can tell me "no" Tell me that I've got no shot But I'm not going quietly this time. This is a song for Emma, wherever she may be Wherever she may be
5.
June 04:49
June walked home from the ice cream store in 1933. She had on a sweet summer dress that her sister would match. She looked in the gardens as she walked on her way with a smile and a prayer, saying, "Someday I want a garden full of daisies like that. And colorful tomatoes like that." June grew up in Dayton, Ohio and she married a man with a plan. She cooked for his brothers and sisters on Sunday each week. And with a twinkling eye and a sparkling smile she drew her man to the sheets saying, "Someday I want a house full of family like that." Oh, June. Sometimes it's not what you want, it's what you get. Oh, June. Sometimes it's not what you meant, it's what you said. Well, June found a child who suited her fancy and she taught him the Sign of the Cross. She made little Davey her sun and her moon and her sky. But he wanted to know where he'd come from, and why she was crying when she prayed saying, "What ever happened to the house full of family I had? My house full of family like that?" Oh, June. Sometimes it's not what you want, it's what you get. Oh, June. Sometimes it's not what you meant, it's what you said. Well, June's got no memory and she's stopped taking food at her bedside in the home. She traveled to Europe and Asia and farther and back. And sometimes she knows me, and sometimes she don't, but I remember the garden she grew. I'll tell you, I've still never seen daisies like that. And colorful tomatoes like that.
6.
Morro Bay 04:51
I've been driving since Sacramento I just passed Monterey Stopped at every lookout along the coast of Big Sur on my way back to Morro Bay The telephone ring was the last sound I heard Half an hour of unspoken word You went from a mute to a man who feigns clever Both just a shell left to hold But without a heart beating and skin under covers, that body won't keep out the cold Oh, hold me so tender Oh, hold me so near The distance that broke this was never the 3000 miles... It's how far you are when we're sitting right here The apple peels that slipped through my fingers were snatched up by the dog on cocaine Sometimes the joke is the joke isn't funny, sometimes the joke isn't here Sometimes the punch lines all start to sound the same So oh, hold me so tender Oh hold me so near The distance that broke this was never the 3000 miles It's how far you are when we're sitting right here. Now we're standing on a chess board just north of Obispo And I've got a camera and you've got a crown And you castle so we're standing together But the king and the queen pull a one-two punch and I'm down I can't sleep without you singing I can't lay my head to rest The pictures from letters are falling like feathers And I know we did our best. So oh, hold me so Oh hold me so dear The distance that broke this was never the miles I've been driving since Sacramento I just passed Monterey Stopped at every lookout along the coast of Big Sur on my way back to Morro Bay

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released September 19, 2013

Jo Kroger - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Keyboard
Brandon Wilde - Bass, Electric Guitar, Keyboard, Vocals
Caitlin Mahoney - Vocals
Kat Quinn - Vocals
Jasper Lewis - Electric Guitar
Roy Lewis - Violin
Brielle Korn - Piano

Produced by Jo Kroger and Brandon Wilde
Recorded and Mixed at Studio 76 by Brandon Wilde
Mastered by Oscar Zambrano at Zampol Productions
Art Design by Mark Larson
All Music and Lyrics (c) 2013 Jo Kroger (BMI)

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