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The Muse

The Wood Brothers

The Muse

Recorded at Southern Ground Studios in Nashville, TN, “The Muse” mines The Wood Brothers’ timeless influences and showcases their high-lonesome harmonies, Chris’ virtuosic standup bass, Oliver’s gritty acoustic guitars, and warrior poet lyrics. The title track reveals Oliver’s songwriting at its most tender and autobiographical to date, while “Honey Jar,” doubles up on a bluesy, raucous groove. “Wastin’ My Mind” could pass for a lost track from “The Last Waltz,” while “Neon Tombstone” drives home the brothers’ now more deeply collaborative spirit. Throughout, Oliver’s endearingly offbeat vocals are more “gripping” (The New York Times) than ever, with Chris’ and Jano’s dialed-in harmonies providing rich, rustic texture.

Wastin’ My Mind

Wastin’ my mind on you
Wastin’ my mind on you

Makes my head spin
Where does your love begin and end
There’s no answer
To the questions I keep asking you
You look at me like I’m a fool

Wastin' my mind on you
Wastin’ my mind on you
Wishin’ my heart would'a thought things through
Wastin’ my mind on you

Sweet confusion
Always changin' the point of view
A fine illusion
Keeps me hanging on to find the truth
Look at me I’m such a fool

Look at the fool
Look for the truth

Wastin' my mind on you
Wastin’ my mind on you
Wishin’ my heart would'a thought things through
Wastin’ my mind on you

Neon Tombstone

See the backbone of a thin man
Ribs comin' out of his chest
He’s got troubles like a tin man
His heart is a rusted mess

He keeps chasin' those bombshells
With the painted on smiles
But they don't give him the time of day
And that's the fool reason he cries

When I die I wanna be sent back to try try again
When I die I wanna be sent back to try try again
I’m not ready to let go of the pain
I’m not ready for heaven so let me off of this train

Says he wants a neon tombstone
When it's his time to go
Says he'd hate to be forgotten
When he's six feet below

And if you try to love him
He won't stay
Likes his love from a distance
He’ll just push you away

When I die I wanna be sent back to try try again
When I die I wanna be sent back to try try again
I’m not ready to let go of the pain
I’m not ready for heaven so let me off of this train

Sing About It

If you get too worried
What you ought to do is sing
If you get worried
What you ought to do is sing
If you get worried
What you ought to do is sing
Sing about your trouble and it just might pass

If you get lost
What you ought to do is sing
If you get lost
What you ought to do is sing
If you get lost
What you ought to do is sing
Sing about your trouble and it just might pass
Sing about your trouble and it just might pass

Sing about joy
Sing about love and hopin’ it lasts
Sing about your trouble
And it just might pass
Just might pass

If you get broken
What you ought to do is sing
If you get broken
What you ought to do is sing
If you get broken
What you ought to do is sing
Sing about your trouble and it just might pass
Sing about your trouble and it just might pass

Sing about joy
Sing about love and hopin’ it lasts
Sing about your trouble
And it just might pass
Just might pass

Honey Jar

Standin’ on the back of that train with your open arms
Lookin’ at the big sky listenin' to the smoke alarm
You wonder what happened guess your heart must'a jumped the track
Put your lips out in the wind and you hope you get some kissin' back

Every night you get the same old dream
There’s a spoon full of honey where your heart should be
And there's
Honey drippin' off your spoon
Honey drippin' off your spoon

White skin freckles big hard candy green eyes
Bet you wish you had your red headed woman back sometimes
The last thing you got was a left handed letter
And you opened up the seal like you didn't even know better

Every night you get the same old dream
There’s a spoon full of honey where your heart should be
And there's
Honey drippin' off your spoon
Honey drippin' off your spoon

Don’t you know your spoon's gettin' low
You worry and you wonder just where all the honey goes
But if you hope it and you pray real hard
If you will it you can wish it
Heaven is a Honey Jar

The Muse

As I sit on the edge of this never made bed
Old guitar in my lap a new tune in my head
There she stands in the doorway just brushin' her hair
It's my beautiful muse in her underwear
And if I was thinkin' I’d be thinkin' thank God whoever you are
For the muse and this old guitar

Times like these so sweet and so true
Thinkin’s the last thing that you wanna do

As I sit on the end of this dirty old bar
Tryin’ to work some things out and not gettin' too far
And I drown out the voices that are keepin' me down
There’s a muse all alone on the other side of town
And if I was thinkin' I’d be thinkin' thank God whoever you are
For all the whiskey in this dirty old bar

Times like these so sad but so true
Thinkin’s the last thing that you wanna do
Thinkin’s the last thing that you wanna do

As I sit on the bed in this hospital room
Sheddin’ a tear for the bride and groom
The tiniest voice starts to bellow and cry
It’s my finest work yet if today I should die
And if I was thinkin' I’d be thinkin' thank God whoever you are
For the muse and the miracle right here in my arms

Times like these so sweet and so true
Thinkin’s the last thing that you wanna do
Thinkin’s the last thing that you wanna do
Thinkin’s the last thing that you wanna do

Keep Me Around

Hello I’m Lonely, I sweep up the place
I go in early and I come home late
And one thing I never forget is a face

You keep me around
You keep me around

Hello I’m Sad, I know I get in the way
You sit and you wonder how long I’m gonna stay
While I show you the rainbow in all shades of grey

You keep me around (I bring you down)
You keep me around (I bring you down)

Hello I’m Faith and I might be blind
But I’m the one's gonna keep towin' the line
And you land on your feet almost every time

You keep me around (I won't let you down)
You keep me around (I won't let you down)

Sad and Lonely, they go and come
You think you don't need 'em but you gotta have some
Try askin' the Dark where the Light comes from

Hello I’m Faith and I might be blind
But I’m the one's gonna keep towin' the line
And you land on your feet almost every time

You keep me around (I won't let you down)
You keep me around (I won't let you down)

Sweet Maria

I dream of your kiss
And my innocent bliss
Sweet Maria
I never knew what I was missing
Sweet Maria
I once called it happiness

She was all I knew
'til I fell in love with you
Sweet Maria
Won’t you tell me what to do
Sweet Maria
Should I count on you

My beautiful life
Was lost in one night
With you Maria
I fear for the truth
My days without you
Turn me to stone

Nothing I can say
To the one that I betray
Sweet Maria
And with every passing day
Sweet Maria
My love turns to a dream

My beautiful life
Was lost in one night
With you Maria
I fear for the truth
My days without you
Turn me to stone

I Got Loaded

Last night
I got loaded
On a bottle of wine
Bottle of wine
Last night
I got loaded
On a bottle of wine
Bottle of wine
But I feel alright
I feel alright
I feel alright
But I feel alright.
The night before last
I got loaded
On a bottle of gin
Bottle of gin.
The night before last
I got loaded
On a bottle of gin
Bottle of gin.
But I feel alright
I feel alright.
I feel alright.
But I feel alright.
Tonight
I might get loaded
On a bottle of whiskey
Bottle of whiskey.
Tonight
I might get loaded
On a bottle of whiskey
Bottle of whiskey.
But I feel alright.
I feel alright.
I feel alright
But I feel alright
And I feel alright
But I feel alright
I feel alllllright.

Who the Devil

It’s hard to be fair when you're fightin'
It’s hard to be nice when you lose
You wish you were thunder and lightnin'
And all you are
Is stuck with the blues

Do you gotta be lost to be found
Who the devil spins the world around
Before you know the sun's up it goes down
Do you gotta be lost to be found
Who the devil spins the world around
Well it is what it is and it isn't what it ain't
Doesn’t matter what it was cause you know it's gonna keep on

You can't keep me from laughin'
And I can't keep you from cryin'
It’s hard to say just what's happenin'
We could be crashin'
Or we could be flyin'

Do you gotta be lost to be found
Who the devil spins the world around
Before you know the sun's up it goes down
Do you gotta be lost to be found
Who the devil spins the world around
Well it is what it is and it isn't what it ain't
Doesn’t matter what it was cause you know it's gonna keep on
Keep on changin'

Losin' Streak

I’ve got nothin' to lose on this losin' streak
Same that makes me strong
Is the same that makes me weak
I’ve got nothin' to hide from the sky above
The same that makes me shame
Is the same that makes me love

I’ve got no use for the time of day
Whatever happens will happen anyway

I’ve got nowhere to go on this lonesome road
The same that weighs me down
Is the same that carries my load
I’ve got nothin' to gain on this mountain high
The same that makes me live
Is the same that makes me die

I’ve got no use for the time of day
Whatever happens will happen anyway

Firewater

Her hair and her clothes
Were smellin' of smoke
And her lips well they tasted like firewater
First kiss I was buzzed
Second I was in love I was high

You think I'da learned
All the times I was burned
Deservin' the blues and I sure got 'em
The drinkin' and pills
The head shrinkin' bills they got high

So if you taste lips of firewater
Better make like a tree
It’s a kiss you want no part of
Better not wait and see

Her stockings were torn
Before she was born
Her mother said she was a hard daughter
No father around
She’d just get down and get high

So if you taste lips of firewater
Better make like a tree
That’s a kiss you want no part of
Better not wait and see

If you taste lips of firewater
Get ready to bleed
It’s a kiss you want no part of
If you're anything like me

Crash and Burn (Vinyl only)

How many times will I hold you
Lost in heaven the whole night through
How many times will I be the fool
Before I leave you, before I leave you

Every straw is the last straw
Every one will break my back
This may be the last time
I crash and burn with you

How many times will I get by
My glass raised up to the sky
This maybe the last time I get high
Before I die, before I die

If I drink to life again
I think it might come to an end
This may be the last time
I crash and burn with you

I wanna crash and burn with you
I wanna fly right outta my shoes
I wanna follow you all the way down
I wanna follow you all the way down

Every straw is the last straw
Every one will break my back
This may be the last time
Maybe the last time
Let it be the last time
I crash and burn with you

CREDITSCHRIS WOOD / vocals, bass, harmonica, guitar, mandolin
OLIVER WOOD / vocals, guitar, mandocello
JANO RIX / vocals, drums, shuitar, percussion, melodica, piano

Special Guests –
Buddy Miller / baritone guitar
Regina McCrary / background vocals
Anne McCrary / background vocals
Jim Hoke / saxophone, horn arrangements
Bill Huber / trombone, bass trombone
Steve Herrman / trumpet, cornet

Executive Producer – Zac Brown

Produced by Buddy Miller
Recorded and Mixed by Mike Poole at Southern Ground Studios, Nashville, TN
Mastered by Andrew Mendelson at Georgetown Masters Audio, LLC, Nashville, TN

Second Engineers – Matt Mangano, Brandon “Skillet” Conway, Ben Simonetti
Studio Mama – Rebecca Wood

A&R – Ross duPre’, Southern Ground Artists
Management – Liz Penta, Emcee Artist Management
Booking – Lynn Cingari, Paradigm Agency
Legal – Elliot Groffman, Carroll, Guido & Groffman, LLP
Art Direction – Chad Gibson & Matt Tinsley, Southern Ground
Design – Alexandra Clotfelter, Southern Ground
Photography: Cole Cassell & Kyle Rippey, Southern Reel
Illustration: Evan Leavitt

Oliver & Chris Wood use DR Strings.
Chris Wood uses Hoffner basses and Gallien-Krueger amplifiers.

Special Thanks: Liz, Ross, Buddy, Mike, Matt, Zac, Rebecca, Sirkka, Julia, Skillet, Paige, Lynn, Ken, Jennifer, Ben, K-rad, T-rad, Slee, our families and the Southern Ground family.

All songs written by (O. Wood/C. Wood/J. Rix) Royal Kook Music (BMI)/Wood Sound Publishing (BMI)/Spinach Pitts Music (ASCAP)
 except for “I Got Loaded,” (B. Camille) La Lou Music (BMI)

© 2013 Southern Ground Artists, Inc. / Made in the U.S.A
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