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¡Don't Hurry For Heaven!

by Devon Sproule

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I asked God for a good job He put me on a plane All of the people that I love The people that I'm from Are far away I've been packing dirty clothes Sleeping in my coat Eating in the car Living in a bar Goodness, ain't that the way? I asked God for a good man But I forgot to say "I wanna see him every day" I try to remember that Goose Poop Pond (Even with a swinging rope) Is never as fresh as you hope The neighbor baby in the mud Getting dirty in the sun The washing on a wire Potatoes in a tire Goodness, ain't that the way? If you got honey in my mug Liquor in your cupboard Water on the stove Sugar on the phone Goodness, ain't that the way? You're on your own You're on the way home New Ry Cooder on the radio You're cooking for one Watching an old video And here in the distance Here in the miss you Fonder and fonder and fonder I grow
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Julie 04:41
I was on a walk tonight out late I noticed your pick-up's license plate A horseless carriage from Colorado The home state of a pretty girl I used to know We met in a computer lab where I introduced myself She was pre-med, I was nervous as hell Her name was Julie Could yours be the same? I'm leaving this note on your windshield Just in case Julie... We were both shy and a little strange We both liked spiders and good-guy / bad-guy trains Her lips were chapped, her shoulders, burned We moved in together just after the winter term Julie always left a little light on for me She said that there was little that she would need But still I noticed all the times she clenched her teeth And the nights when she barely touched her drink Julie... All along, there was something wrong (Some women are patient Some are too pretty to be) But woe is the beau with neither There ain't a fellow alive With a pillow so wide Just waiting for my beautiful love My restless lady, the only girl I think of So perhaps you're not the one I held so dear Why should I believe she would ever return here? But I just can't stop looking for her along these streets I just keep looking, looking around for Julie Julie... All along, there was something wrong
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On a drive, going nowhere Gravel popping, tape deck whirring Happy couple talk a back road Face a thistle with a backhoe She goes: Take a book for instance When it's done, you are let down But when it's smacking in your head You go attacking for the end Like a good love, too long in bed, besides Why should we do like the movies? Moving doesn't need a pattern Wooing matters, not the captain Filthy keyboards, mixing records Fetch another fizzy beverage Vision shows up as it pleases Sound holes echo back our sneezes Healthy parents, honest living To be in love, to barely scramble past The mowing grass, the compost bins, The washing dishes Discs our basement's flooded with The risks, the time it's taking To find some peace of mind To bear the frown from a guitar Awaiting meaning, reading Keeping dreams alive along the window Silly green the guilt of living happy Heart attacks for all the lucky Wine, the bookshelves, color-coded Competition keeps it going Bland relief at barely standing Fancy-worded nerdy booking Germ: the food that kills the cooking Terminal: they don't know nothing Love denies the dying fear It's good to be finally here
4.
Kenny, you got your Hopewell You got your Timesbold You can keep your Potown You keep your Sunbelt Too narrow in the shoulders If you like a big man to throw you around If the party isn't ever over Even a party girl won't stick around You need a Maria but you don't get a Maria You don't get what you don't deserve If you don't do it right, when the right one goes by Kenny, you don't get the girl You can't give it all to music You can't give it all to love But if you've gotta use it, fair enough I'm not saying that it's simple I'm not saying that it wasn't really love I'm not saying you were hurtful I'm just saying that you gave it up You need a Maria but you don't get a Maria You don't get what you don't deserve If you don't do it right, when the right one goes by Kenny, you don't get the girl
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I don't believe that you should believe in heaven anymore The way that you're going, I'm afraid of you floating anyway And if it's forever, then you've got forever to get there Don't hurry for heaven while I'm taking care of you here Baby, you've got a body worth more than its lot of admiring I'm talking studies and statues, I've not found a match for you yet But if you keep on living like you been living, darling, who's to say? Don't hurry for heaven, don't hurry away Tell it on the mountain Tell it 'cross the sea, boy Tell 'em all you're coming home to me I've heard that the curves of a guitar are like the curves of a woman And you can tell a true player by his want to get better, they say So if you love me even half as much as you love your old Martin You should be practicing on me just about every day Tell it on the mountain Tell it 'cross the sea, boy Tell 'em all you're coming home to me
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It's good to get out of the house It's good to get out of the house Don't it feel so good? Just go and buy a motorcycle And ride til the summer's over Don't it feel so good? When you were young Getting your Catholic on Saying "Jesus was cool He went up and down too" Four-tracking up late and blowin' it out the window Cuz you were always a guy who did whatever felt right Don't it feel so good? Going door to door the girls are home alone Talking 'about the Man til the man gets home It's good to get out of the house It's good to get out of the house Don't it feel so good? Downhill from Belmont Park I put a family there We cut a good rug We cut our own hair When the basement floods, the basement floods When the money gets low We pack a bag up and go The Paul on tour the Dev at home alone Going on about her man til her man gets home It's good to get out of the house It's good to get out of the house Don't it feel so good?
7.
I had a river growing up I had a pond I had barely a secret And now I have none But I'm not bragging about it Sometimes I get sad about it Where's all that rosy panic I used to fill up my nose with? It's a shame about growing up It's such a shame about cleaning up Wasn't that swingin' give-a-damn named for you? Now the women want time for a walk She turns in early, he stays up But that official compliment Sure can keep a girl confident I'm coming around, I'm coming around But honey, where are you gonna be When I come around? We got a house and a dozen guitars We can walk to all our favourite bars We got good looks and good friends We got a little money, just a little money I remember crying all the time Til my crying just wasn't worthwhile And who showed me the easier way? Who told me to say I'm coming around? I'm coming around But honey where are you gonna be When I come around?
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Won't you give us a trim, Maria? The men can juice up the grapefruit Megan'll roll up her new tattoo And Monk will entertain us I can't live any place but Virginia Though I've never even tried I considered McGill from dear Charlottesville But settled on keeping those Twin Oaks in sight Danele, you're officially one in a million Though we've known it all along I can't imagine that shit living in your beautiful body I can't imagine a night without drinking Though I never drink that much I just love to do it. I married into it Some prefer down and some prefer up You want a picture of us in the garden But it's not much of a sight Maria and Dev in a vegetable bed Digging up grass in the last of the light Honey, how are we supposed to ever have us a family When the business won't give us a buck? I guess it's lucky I'm still pretty young

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released May 4, 2009

Produced by Paul Curreri

The basic tracks for this album were recorded at Far Heath Studios in Northamptonshire, England, and engineered by Angus Wallace. Paul Curreri brought the recordings home and kept working on them at Amanda's Old Room in Charlottesville, VA. Somewhere in there, we spent a day recording "Sponji Reggae" and "Good to Get Out" at Greenwood Studio in Greenwood, VA, with Jeff Romano engineering. Jeff also mastered the record, right at the end.

Thank you Paul Curreri, Richard Guy, Andrew Whitehead, G Vaughan, BJ Cole, Sarah Morgan, Angus Wallace, Jeff Romano, Nate Brown, Andy Waldeck, Bobby Read, Jesse Winchester, Ann Marie Calhoun, Oliver Betts, Lucy Anne Sale, Maria Curreri, Richard Wootton, Del Day, Rob Challice, Jess Roberts, Michaela O'Brien, Jessica Perilla, Monk, Bob, Jimmy, and all our friends at the Tin Angel in Coventry.

All songs by Devon Sproule © Compost Café Music except "Bowling Green" (LeLong/Carvell) by Tin Angel label mates DON'T MOVE!, and "Sponji Reggae" (M Rose) by Black Uhuru

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Devon Sproule Charlottesville, Virginia

north american music with weirdo roots. ds was raised on eco-villages in ontario and virginia. she works with tin angel records and tours solo and with a band (bernice from toronto when possible!) in europe, n america, and australia.

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