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"I wrote a poem in 2017 called "To Hurry Things Along" about this spry old man who would walk his dog by my house when I was a kid. I never spoke to him, but I imagined his tobacco pipe and occasional smile concealing a deep and unshared sadness, perhaps because I too was dealing with the loss of my father a few years prior.

I adapted my poem into a song about what I imagined his life to be, speaking from his perspective."
-Avi Vinocur

lyrics

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

credits

from To Hurry Things Along b​/​w It's Enough, track released February 10, 2023
Avi Vinocur - Lyrics, Vocals, Guitars, Banjo, Mandolin
Patrick Dyer Wolf - Backing Vocals, Piano
Scott Padden - Upright Bass
Kyle Caprista - Drums

Mixed by Avi Vinocur
Mastered by Jonathan Kirchner

Art Design by Dani Saputo
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. ... more

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