quitting the machine.

by Rae Fitzgerald

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This album was recorded in spring 2013 at Centro Cellar Studio in Columbia, Missouri.

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released 09 May 2013
rae fitzgerald: acoustic guitar, vox
josh chittum: melodica, organ
ian vardell: acoustic & electric guitar, banjo & vox
phylshawn johnson: drums
wil reeves: bass
ben chlapek: album artwork

"quitting the machine" was produced by rae fitzgerald, ian vardell & josh chittum.

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Track Name: revival
Oh it’s moving like a flood across this land
Oh, it’s moving like a flood across this land
All you fine white people who said
‘What’s right will sell’
‘bout to see how well your profit
spends in hell
See it burn at the bottom of the well
And the people’s song rises from the dell--

Revival.

Oh my eyes imbibe the spirit of the times
Oh, my eyes imbibe the spirit of the times
And I should go blind for the crimes
That they behold
A billionaire’s bottom line
Traded swiftly for my soul
But I want to eat, so I still shovel coal
And the people’s song descends from the knoll—

Revival.

I can see the devil coming now for me.
I can see the devil coming now for me.
In a black silk dress with a necklace made of stars
Got a mouth like a cave, and eyes as red as mars
And she’s pushing something hot beneath my skin
And it’s happening all over again—

Revival.

(Papa don’t work when the sun don’t shine
Mama don’t buy when the milk’s too high
Sister can’t make it to the BP sign
I don’t make love when I don’t have time)
Track Name: the pleasure & the pain
It was the first time that I’d been in town
Since we laid our brother in the ground
The bar we met at soon calmed down,
Or we grew more deaf with every round
But liquor couldn’t stop one sound,
That awful ripping, tearing down
Of a future that realizes now
He’s in the ground
He’s in the ground
He’s in the ground

And our friends complain, “You two have changed.
Your faces always look the same.

It’s in the way you fake the pleasure and the pain.” X2

I drain the ocean or I sift it out
I form a deluge or I trickle down
It all feels like shit inside my mouth
And looks the same out on the ground

Because I have no tape to wrap around
And measure the hurt that I have found
In the dark, damp parts of my gangrene heart
Where every word must find its sound

And my friends complain, “We know you’ve changed.
Your voice, it always sounds the same.

It’s in the way you fake the pleasure and pain.” X4

Because I have no tape to wrap around
And measure the hurt that I have found
In the dark, damp parts of my gangrene heart
Where every word must find its sound

I said, I have no tape to wrap around
And measure the hurt that I have found
In the dark, damp parts of my goddamn heart
Where every word must find its sound

And our friends complain, “You two have changed.
Your faces always look the same.

It’s in the way you fake the pleasure and the pain.” X4
Track Name: down down down
You drank whiskey by the pier
As the lake danced with the light
Reflected from the waste plant towers
When I text you, ‘I want to die’

In a selfish, poisoned stupor
I broke my drink glass on the floor
In a musty basement bar
I’d misbehaved in once before

And you told me to calm down
And you asked me to go home
But I can’t through the shovel up
From this deep in the hole

Yeah, I’m going down, down, down where my
Brain unwinds and my body feels alright.
If you’re going down, down, down, I can
Make some room, but I sure can’t find a light,
Down here.

She said my mind was drowning
In the sea of all my fears
And I couldn’t see reality
So water-logged with tears

And I should just dry up
Kick the habit finally
Leave the salty shores for seashells,
Driftwood, tangled-up seaweed

But the ground just feels so dry
It may collapse beneath my feet
I’d distil my lungs to roaring tyrants,
Flooding everything

Yeah, I’m going down, down, down where my
Brain unwinds and my body feels alright.
If you’re going down, down, down, I can
Make some room, but I sure can’t find a light,
Down here.

(Down here) x4

Yeah, I’m going down, down, down where my
Brain unwinds and my body feels alright.
If you’re going down, down, down, I can
Make some room, but I sure can’t find a light,
Down here.
Track Name: morning of illumination
With the orange glow on the water
And the sea salt on your skin
And pier’s wooden rollercoaster
climbing just to crash again
I knew right then

That the tyrants of the city
had killed your silver screen
and the hope that you’d sold to many
was waking from a decadent dream

I saw it in the back of your eyes
Pulsating with the waves
The thick black plunder of truth
Dilating in amaze
At this mysterious

Rage.

So you flew back to Missouri
With your dark sunglasses on
Sweating through the leather upholstery
When the seatbelt sign went off
and all the music stopped

I don’t know how you did it
Arriving here back on top
Pressed and buttoned and smiling
Like you had never even tried at all

To quit the machine that binds us
In a comatose soulless age
I saw your red hands twisting hard
Unable to break the chains
You cried tears of

Rage.

You woke like a newborn
With a clay skull and wet eyes
On the morning of illumination
We don’t wear a disguise

I feel it in the back of my eyes
Pulsating with the waves
Your morning of illumination
Wasn’t a mistake
It was a righteous

Rage.
Track Name: shores of sheol
Hey there brother, are you waiting for me
sitting on the shores of sheol?
underneath the boughs of a great oak tree?
did you ever catch up with Joel?

I’ve got a mouth, got a mouth, got a mouth to work it out
To fight back the death, back the dark, back the death
We dream about

But I didn’t know you were going for the gold. 2x

I heard a doctor on the radio
Saying it’s not that bad
Watching those long black curtains close
if they don’t close by your hand

but you had a plan, had a plan, that they didn’t understand
to slip past the dark, pulling hard, with a simple sleight of hand

But I didn’t know you were going for the gold. 2x

I understand, no, I’m not mad. I’m just scared.
I understand, no, I’m not mad. I’m just scared.
I understand, god no, not mad. I’m just scared.
Track Name: love in the age of minimum wage
“laced in upset” is all you typed
a blank white page but for three lines
a still typewriter dangling three words
the proof that I still make you hurt

some lovers have Paris and finely-stitched sails
some punch their timecards and live by what sells
Baby, we have a cave wherever we go
we dream of gardens in our catacomb

Isn’t it enough
To make the details up?
It’s just a dream from which we wake
Isn’t it enough?

You wake up slowly, not wanting to see
the dull shades of grey, this reality
that still crows with the sun. My love is the moon
bathing in stars and retreating too soon

Isn’t it enough
To make the details up?
It’s just a dream from which we wake
Isn’t it enough?

Some lovers have Paris and finely-stitched sails
Some punch their timecards and live by what sells
Baby we have a cave wherever we go
We dream of gardens in our catacomb

Isn’t it enough
To make the details up?
It’s just a dream from which we wake
Isn’t it enough?
Track Name: hate
His fist hit the wall, and it went right through
(it put the hate down in my heart)

She turned cold, left for something new
(it put the hate deep in my heart, goddamn,
it put the hate down in my heart)

I’ve got a good friend who knows where it starts
(Where the hate starts in his heart)

He saw his baby sister get ripped apart
(It put the hate deep in his heart, goddamn
It put the hate down in his heart.)

They say it’s not bad if you can find the source
(Where the hate starts in your heart)
you dig to the seed and remove it by force
then the hate’s gone from your heart,
praise god,
all the hate’s gone from your heart

but when you finally get down to the rich black soil
and you’re elbow deep in your salvation’s toil
you find (you’re gonna find)

that the seed’s much bigger than you’ve been told
its roots stretch leagues, connecting back to bone

so you pray it don’t rain and the sun don’t shine
that the man in the sky won’t let it grow high
but the god that you beg, he isn’t really alive
so you trim it yourself in the cover of night
you trim the hate down in your heart
Track Name: good names
Oh come now sister
Come sit beside me
And we can finally see the waves
from California to the plains
they’re gonna clear our good names
they’re gonna clear our good names

Born for the sunshine
But bred in darkness
How should the human heart thus grow?
Contorted like the blue willow?
As porous as the reefs below?
As porous as the reefs below?

I tell you sister
There are a few who
Never can stay dry
Who waters chase a mile high
I’m not claiming to know why
Why we’re both trapped beneath the tide

I’ll light a candle
I’ll burn some sage
And I hope until I grieve
But I think praying’s for the weak
I saw your face on Calvary
I know you don’t believe me
Track Name: oh, lorene
You heated my blood up with your love,
Burned all that filthy cocaine up out of my veins

Standing over the kitchen stove,
Boiling water ‘cause you know I need my caffeine

If I close my eyes when it’s still daylight,
I have some awful dreams

You hold my hand out in the moonlight,
And god, I start falling

I miss you though you’re not yet gone,
I’m dreading the sanitarium of my failed love
Where vipers say, ‘welcome home, my child
Your whiskey’s warm, but it ain’t so mild
That you can’t dream
Of quitting the machine.’

The dam burst without a single sound,
Wasn’t nobody left around to fight for me

And why should I now need their saving?
I’m so long exposed without disease, I had immunity

If I close my eyes when it’s still daylight,
I have some awful dreams

You hold my hand out in the moonlight,
And god, I start falling

I miss you though you’re not yet gone,
I’m dreading the sanitarium of my failed love
Where vipers say, ‘welcome home, my child
Your whiskey’s warm, but it ain’t so mild
That you can’t dream
Of quitting the machine.’

I said, ‘Oh, Lorene! Don’t stray so far,
Ten steps behind you lies my heart, and
It looks starved. And after all, aren’t we
Just the same, the two weakest links on the
Same damn chain of this machine?
And I know you dream
Of quitting the machine,
Of quitting the machine.’

Yeah, I know you dream
Of quitting the machine,
Of quitting the machine.
Track Name: where's my brother?
I used to raise up my voice
With such ease, not like now
How it’s fractured and unsure
Of how to come down

From the perch of my silence
Where I observed a year
Through the rotating lens
Of my magnified fears
‘cause the things that I strive for
I just can’t achieve
And the thing I’m the best at
I can’t stand to be

Where’s my brother? I can’t find him anywhere.

Oh the pace of this tyrant
Has raptured my heart
On the eve of the new year
I don’t know how to start

I saw three men grow weary
And despair for their lives
I saw three men descending
In their suits, blue jaw lines
And I guess this all ends
With a neck on a string
Or a neck on a pillow
I want your neck beside me

Where’s my brother? I can’t find him anywhere.