The Opening Act

by Ryan Sobb

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a collection of songs recorded in 2015 through 2016 in Birmingham, AL.

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released June 16, 2017

Produced by Les Nuby at Ol Elegante Studios
Mastered by Jason Hamric
Band: Ryan Sobb, Daniel Raine, Tommy Bowen, Devonte Hutchins, Mary Katherine Seabury, Taylor Hunnicutt, Les Nuby, Davis Johnson

Artwork by Andrew Colunga

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Ryan Sobb Birmingham, Alabama

alt-country and slacker-rock.

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Track Name: I Don't Know Jesus
i don't know jesus
but i'd be willing to meet him
if he kept the conversation light
and his hands where i can see em
its a cruel little world
we find our selves upon
ridin' on

i'm an eager little cowgirl
i'm some busted sort of saint
i'm too high on a monday morning
to keep my story straight
and nobody gives a damn
as long as the band has got the look
and the songs've got a wordless hook
(oh ohhh)

and everyone i know
is getting married or getting killed
the sun is just a cancer
some hellish ferris wheel
with a wheeze and a stagger
here i'lll make my stand
against the snack machine
at an economy inn

i don't know jesus
but i'm sure he knows about me
all the grief i caused his daddy, the state,
my friends and family
oh, I've been working hard
just to drag my ass back home
to a tv dinner i'll eat alone

i don't know jesus
i'd be willing to meet him
Track Name: Shine a Duck
we'll sneak down to the lake
shine flashlights on the ducks
dad, well he's six beers deep, I'm sure
he won't give a damn if we run off
its nearing dusk

thought the north woods would be quiet
but all i hear are loons
those evil looking bastards are persistent
with their summertime-ending tunes
and there's a strange blue moon

have you thought about where you'll go
when you graduate this spring
the house will sure feel empty
and i'll miss hearing you sing
oh, i'll be you
and you be me

i'll be starting high school
when we get back to detroit
i'll be back with all my friends for friday night games
and high school boys
the rest is noise

quit tugging at my hair
i'll tell ma if you don't stop
did you sneak yourself a beer
you lied and told me all you could get was a pop
goddamnit stop

we'll sneak down to the lake
shine flashlights on the ducks
dad, well he's six beers deep, I'm sure
he won't give a damn if we run off
its nearing dusk

and CUT
Track Name: Birmingham
seems to me
the sun rises and sets
no matter what i give
and no matter what i get
and the thunders out gunned us
with six or so trumpets
hell, john wayne rode off and they rolled in them credits

like a crook from college hills
that storm stumbled in
didn't matter who you were
didn't matter what'd you'd been
like dorthy's kansas
the now meets the past
won't leave you with no prayer, at least, none that'll last

i forgave what i could
the hell you say, i'll keep what i can't
heard that old song bleeding through the stereo
don't let my mother know
i'm just another victim of circumstance twenty miles past nowhere outside of birmingham

now wasted potential's blasting through buster tweeters
stunk like so co and so-cal and something beneath us
if god can stop the weather and the ringing in my ears
maybe these skies are tinted, he can't see me down here
oh, I'm somewhere dark, I'm somewhere damp
here those brake pads screeching, like southern rock vamps
i thought about the sky so far from the ground
saw them stars turn to glass, tried my best to pull them down

i forgave what i could
the hell you say, i'll keep what i can't
heard that old song playing on the radio
god knows i know
i'm just another victim of circumstance twenty miles past nowhere outside of birmingham

i was humming softly
a fragile ode to times had
in a candy apple beater
with out of state tags
the way their eyes shifted
thought maybe i'd hit salem
another yankee gone rouge
from the land of lincoln
Track Name: Take the Blame
i want to trade in
for a brand new song
you see i've been think up the words
as i was rolling along
made them up all right here on the spot
maybe thats why everything's in the pawn shop

mare in the map
like varicose veins, these rivers
run through the midwest
valleys and plains
dirty blood flows from the glacier ice
washing over our prairies' churches and towns
and somehow

i'll stay behind
so leave me now
i cannot make it, anyhow
i can't say why i feel this way
there's just too many reasons
i can't begin to say
just too many reasons i'm afraid
to take the blame

i've seen the rain
fray the edge of this town
i've been sick with indecision
kept me ear stuck to the ground
the plains stretch further
with every falling sun
i ain't asking, i ain't desperate
i've left no song left unsung

i'll stay behind
so leave me now
i cannot make it, anyhow
i can't say why i feel this way
there's just too many reasons
i can't begin to say
just too many reasons i'm afraid
to take the blame
Track Name: Flower in a Drought
Got a hundred dollar habit
and a fifty dollar show
singing all of my songs
for folks i don't know
in a state where they still fly that goddamn flag

well i ain't from here
and i don't pretend to be
so if i die tomorrow on my way to pell city
won't you slap one of my band's stickers on the body bag

and send me home
and send a prayer
to your god, to my mother, to the moon,
hell, i don't care
cause i'm stretched tighter than a telephone wire
pulled taught across the plains
and like a flower in a drought, don't think i'll hold out
long enough to ever see it rain

well she never meant to hurt me
i was never meant to see
that pal i caught her with left some blood on my sleeve
there ain't a lock or friend in this world you can trust

and my next paycheck is a fragment of sentence
i could say if i hadn't studied guitar instead of business
now that stain on my sleeve is starting to rust

so send me cash, you can keep your prayers
i ain't asking for, pal, whatever you can spare!
cause i've been thinking it might be time for me to starting writing hits forget the songs
it ain't a wonder i hit the bottom! its a wonder it took so long

Got a hundred dollar habit
and a fifty dollar show
singing all of my songs
for folks i don't know
in a state where they still fly that goddamn flag