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Shackleford III

by SHACKLEFORD

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Andrew Palmer
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Andrew Palmer Beautifully written, produced and performed singalong jams. I try to listen to every new release I can find and this immediately rose above the crowd at first listen. Can't wait for a copy of this joyful album to land in Salt Lake City on wax. Cheers! Favorite track: Rhetoric.
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1.
3 a.m. 01:41
I’ve got 1.5 I’m broke, And you’ve got, Eighty pounds in notes, And a lack of discipline, So come and join us on the roll, And we will lose all self-control, As we wonder when the fuck the night begins. ‘Cos I’ll always be the same, The fucking mess of all the messes, Making 3 a.m. confessions to your friends, And I’ll take and take and let them down again. A fucking mess without an end, Is how I look to all my friends, As my focus fades away, Stop the cacophony in my head, As I am melting into my bed, At the arse end of a day. So don’t look now, at what we’re doing to ourselves, It never ends, ‘Cos we’ll always find ourselves fucking up again.
2.
Rhetoric 03:31
I would rather die alone, Than to have to bother you, The secrets that you don’t know, Wouldn’t change your point of view. I would rather die alone, Than to make you self-aware, That I’m running from my shadows, Still hoping to meet you there. Is any wonder why we’re failing? I couldn’t look you in the eye, I don’t want you, but I don’t want to let you go, A selfish heart could stem the tide. I never asked once, I didn’t even try, Would be easier if I just said goodbye, Never asked once, too late to try, Would it be easier if I just said goodbye? I need to walk away, I know I’ll never change, The feeling I don’t get, When I call your name. If you could just feel the same, It would make easier, Guess there’s always pain, When lust disappears.
3.
The sun came up high, And the barrels were dry, So we made for the bedroom, Then we blacked out. You knew I was high, From my dead vacant eyes, As we made for the bedroom, Then we blacked out. Baby living isn’t easy, (Baby love will free us all) The attrition wore us down, (That somber sound) I tried to breathe and I am wheezing, (The air is thick and hot and dry) I hope your lost turns into found. The long dark sleep will see us through. Baby give me some perspective, (I take a step back and observe) The hyper-real is our right now, (We ran aground) I need to try and be selective, (As I stand I see the past) I tried to swim and then I drowned. What’s old is sold and can’t be saved.
4.
Struggling to react to any one else’s problems, Owing to the fact I’m running from my own, I could be a shoulder to cry on, but not one to rely on, Owing to the fact I can’t convince myself. It’s not getting better. It’s not getting worse. The lump in my throat always seems to show up, Questioning the fact: would I like to breathe? Try to write it all down, hello dear diary, Pages empty as before now, it’s all I have in me. It’s not getting better. It’s not getting worse. Content with being, dragged along. Just be happy, (Walk it off).
5.
I asked him, how he was doing, I said “I don’t really have a plan, and that’s a plus.” I asked him, how he was doing, I said “I dragged myself out of bed, and that’s enough.” But I can’t remove from my fucking head, Every awful word I’ve ever said, To anyone that ever existed, anywhere. Ever, ever, anywhere. (Too many duvet days and pills, I miss those blue remembered hills). I asked him, how he was doing, I said “I got up and brushed my teeth, and that’s a start.” I asked him, how he was doing, I didn’t tell him that things had already fallen apart. Because I knew if I did then the guilt would creep, And I would lose every friend I can’t fucking keep, I’m so tired of fucking trying, constantly. (Too many duvet days and pills, I miss those blue remembered hills)
6.
I looked out across the sea, As all my hope evaded me. A blunted hook on a broken line, The only thing that feels like mine, Throw the lifejacket forth. A metaphor for the maritime, An SOS played out in mime, As a matter of course. Ahead is now obstruction free, As the boys on the bridge can see, Full speed ahead. And as the port lists by degree, And as the seabirds screech and flee, And alert is red. And as the waves start rising, We’ll stick around and ride them.
7.
On Asphodel 02:03
So here I am, I made a mess of so much, A swell of terrible decisions, Broke everything that I touched. I’m on my knees, In front of you, With my catalogue of fuck-ups, Dare you to have a look through. Oh sweet rosy, unattainable desire, And skin’s appalling petals, how inspired! On a bed of asphodel, on asphodel. So here I am, A microcosm of it all, A lesson in not how to do things, Self-destruction rolled into a ball.
8.
Me & Her 01:32
Me and her yeah, Me and her we’re fine, She never ever wastes my time. Me and her yeah, Me and her broke up, She threw away my favourite stuff, Me and her yeah, Me and her we’re through, She ran away with someone new.
9.
Nothing’s going in and I guess, Well maybe just the sins but I digress, I always self-medicate, The dosage is always outweighed. Im not trying to beat you, I just can’t fall beneath you. Don’t try to fight, Ive been right my whole life, Don’t try to fight, Ive been wrong this whole time. Nothing's going in and guess, Well maybe just the pain that I digest, Another raised hypocrite, Never thought we’d drown this quick.
10.
He’ll face the day with enough luck for a lifetime, So when am I gonna get mine? She’ll skip around with a head full of the sunshine, Can someone throw me a lifeline? And if I placed my faith in karma, I’d be inclined to give up now, And my broke and battered armour, Is doing nothing anyhow, So I’ll dry my brow, And I’ll stand my ground, And maybe call it now. And if you lay your path before you, Well then I really fucking tried, Maybe I’m stuck in hues of dark blue? Maybe I broke something inside? So I’ll dry my brow, And I’ll stand my ground, And maybe call it now.
11.
So this is what we’re living, The ending of our time, So put my coat around you, sweetheart, Finish up the wine. The chemicals cocoon us, And take us off to sea, And as the waves are climbing, We can drown in memory. Over the treachery, Under the revelry, We’ll fall apart. And as the night draws in, And as the day begins, And we depart. Take comfort in the trying, And let it keep us warm, Because soon we will be floating, Flying high above the storm. Second thoughts are useless, The poison’s in our blood, We’re taking leave of something, That we never understood.

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released October 1, 2021

Produced by
Jon Priestley
@ Abatis Studios

Mastered by
Mass Giorgini
@ Sonic Iguana Studios

Shackleford are
Dan: Drums
Dave: Guitar & Vocals
Dickkie: Guitar
Ross: Bass & Vocals

All songs written by Shackleford
Artwork: Dickkie Watson
Photography: Pulse Media Photography

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Melodic punk rock with shitloads of harmonies, like what your older brother used to listen to.

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