The Denver EP

by Tallpaw

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This EP was recorded in various locations around Denver. Originally conceived as a full-length album, the other 5 songs are recorded but still to be mixed and mastered.

I met Jason in Sebastopol and this is our second studio collaboration. Jason was working on his masters in recording engineering and used these tunes as part of his thesis. He brought together musicians he knew in Denver and put togetether some great arrangements for these tunes.

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released November 27, 2012

Peter Bergquist - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Piano, Hammond B-3, Harmonica
Jason Richmond - Electric Guitar
Produced and arranged by Jason Richmond and Peter Bergquist
Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Jason Richmond

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Track Name: Centerfolds
Wound up downtown, she didn't know where she was going.
Walked down the wrong street. Had to go an extra mile.
Blisters on her feet from snakeskin high heels.
She never met the man who wrote poetry for money.

Took a taxi back home to her studio apartment.
She picked up her guitar and played a Joni Mitchell song.
A little wine in a glass. A cigarette in an ash tray.
Soon she would forget walking the extra mile.

She played a song called California.
She played the streets until they cried.
She was blue from the beginning.
She'll be blue until the end.
Counting down her days on Broadway with a view of Centerfolds.

She stayed up until the dawn. Watched the sun rise on the Bay Bridge.
Heard the traffic start the day. Laughed at the idiots going to work.
A little wine in a glass. An address in a notebook.
Written by the man who said he wrote poetry for money.

She played a song called California.
She played the streets until they cried.
She was blue from the beginning.
She'll be blue until the end.
Counting down her days on Broadway with a view of Centerfolds.
Track Name: Day Won't Come
The howlin' of the wind / The music of the city lights / The perfect summer city nights / The whisper of the gin
You're walking next to me / Your boots beat on the boulevard / Your lips are filled with disregard / The cars are spinnin' wheels

I hope the day won't come / I hope tonight we'll run / To the end of the world

There's a candle burning low / The room eats up your appetite / I hope to God I get things right / And we've got someplace left to go
I say let's drive off in your car / We've got money for gas and cigarettes / Maybe Illinois or someplace West / You say you've never gone that far

I hope the day won't come / I hope tonight we'll run / To the end of the world

Paula, Paula, Paula / We're gonna burn until we die / The clock says you and I / There's a spider on the wall
The curtains start to close / The sheets all smell like sex / And we won't get any rest / Until we've done it all

I hope the day won't come / I hope tonight we'll run / To the end of the world
Track Name: Made It Again
Where have they gone ... my friends?
They've left me these loose ends
I'm sittin' here underneath this tree
I'm sittin' here. There's someone I thought I might see.

Where have they gone ... my dreams?
They've split apart my seams.
I'm sittin' here underneath this tree.
I'm sittin' here. There's someone I thought I might be.

My hope is a mission. A strange kind of wishin'. A star that's fallin'. A muse who's callin'. A mystery's voice. A beautiful choice. I made it again. Over and over again.

I'd like to run away.
I don't have too much to say.
Just sittin' here underneath this tree.
Just sittin' here. There's someone I thought I might be.

I'm dwellin' on my past.
I thought it all might last.
But the past is gone. And the future's yet to be.
I'm sittin' here underneath this tree.

My hope is a mission. A strange kind of wishin'. A star that's fallin'. A muse who's callin'. A mystery's voice. A beautiful choice. I made it again. Over and over again.
Track Name: Secular Song
Cornfields and soybeans / Wind in my hair / Tom May on the radio / I was driving through Blair
An old guru in a juice bar / A wheat grass to go / I went off to find the Secular Road

She said she was Lincoln / I liked what she said / We made love in tall grass / Stuck together in bed
She took a train to the ocean / I left for the moon / One more starting over in a hotel room

When she left me a note by the door with my things / She never imagined what she was taking from me / Thoughts of babies and tomatoes / Settling down / A secular woman in a wedding gown

Thirty miles from nowhere / Staring at the stars / She was sleeping in a tent / Our baby in her arms
She said she was Chico / I liked what she said / I followed that line / I swallowed that line

I tasted all the waters / And they tasted fine / So I drank from the rivers without iodine
The mountains in profile / The orchids in bloom / The crickets repeating a secular song

Don't you remember? / You said you were free / Now is what's happening to you what's happening to me?
Getting tired of the rambling / Settling down / Finding religion in a secular town

If it starts where it ends / Morning is night / Music is silence / Wrong turns to right
The logic of circles / Spinning not stumbling / The face of a dolphin / The head of a whale

If off is on / And dreams are real / Then people are ghosts / Just trying to feel
You can run for the beauty / You can live for the love / You still land in the ground / With a secular thud

Thoughts dreams and fantasies gather around / And be held in the sway of this secular sound
Take me back to the North / To the bus I'm riding / My baby is singing a sweet lullaby
Track Name: Violins
She tuned her strings at the opera house. I went there to escape the heat. Something touched me from within. Now all I hear are violins.

I stayed until the second act, then went to find a bar room stall. To wash away my mortal sins and drown the sound of violins.

Homo Jim got shot last night. Something in this world's not right when goodness loses, and power wins, and all you hear are violins.

Lovers on the Ferris wheel holding hands, exchanging smiles. I'm writing postcards from Berlin, and all I hear are violins.