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To Hurry Things Along b​/​w It's Enough

by Goodnight, Texas

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There are mornings where I try to wake up with my head held high But I suppose I'm not so strong And there are mornings where I let Myself an extra cigarette I do to hurry things along There is monotony in this Pretending there are purposes Behind the things that don't belong They say that time's a precious thing You gotta fight, you gotta sing I guess I think that they are wrong There is no order to this list There is no hint or even gist There is no reason to explain There is no outcome that is planned There is no super guiding hand There is no way to stop this train One time she came to me in tears Her voice an octave from my ears and writ her death inside a song Well, now I dream of her at night I see she's dressed in angel white I smoke to hurry things along Time is always treading There is no use in hiding from its song Life is long and lonesome So I smoke to hurry things along Nothing's organized by type And fruit was picked before it's ripe I tried to keep it all from rot I tried to make it what it's not But it's a game of zero sum That always leaves you feeling numb And picking pieces from a floor While you are locked inside a door I tried to wrap it in my mind and even leave it all behind It seems the best ones always go Before you get the chance to find that Time is always treading There is no use in hiding from its song Death it may be random But I smoke to hurry things along There are mornings where I try to wake up with my head held high But I suppose I'm not so strong And there are mornings where I let Myself another cigarette I do to hurry things along I do to hurry things along I do to hurry things along
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It's Enough 04:04
I rode the bench in the autumn I played the field in the spring I spent July in a minor league just a working on my swing I knew that I was a goner I knew this year was my last I know my present is future bound but I'm thinking bout the past And one day it's enough And you’re packing up your stuff And you say goodbye to everyone you see If you can’t look up From your half empty cup You'll never know just what was meant to be Paint yourself in a corner Climb way up in a tree Say a prayer to the fireman With a banjo on your knee Row way out on the water Until you can't see the shore Sing a song of how dry it was On the land in days of yore One day it's enough Even though it's tough To say goodbye to everything you've known But if you can look up From your half empty cup You might see how green the grass has grown Well I can't shag flies like i used to I lost a step on the path I could shower hits til I hit the showers Now I sit down in the bath Shall we paint ourselves in a portrait Hang a swing from a tree I will tell the story of how it was To you sitting on my knee

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Two songs about growing old and reflecting on a life lived.

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released July 5, 2023

Both songs written by Avi Vinocur and Patrick Dyer Wolf.
Recorded by Goodnight, Texas
Mixed by Avi Vinocur and Patrick Dyer Wolf.
Mastered by Jonathan Kirchner

Cover Design by Dani Saputo
Cover Photo belonging to Patrick's Mother, Photographer Unknown

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Goodnight, Texas San Francisco, California

Goodnight, Texas is the garage roots Appalachian collaboration of San Francisco’s Avi Vinocur (formerly of The Stone Foxes) and North Carolina’s Patrick Dyer Wolf.
The band conjures a feeling of a different heavy era in the United States - part 1930s, and part 1860s. The trick: heaviness comes from organic acoustic instruments. In this case, a banjo, acoustic guitar and a 1918 mandolin.
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