Whammy Bar Diaries

by Kevin Abernathy

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California 03:25
CALIFORNIA She’s going through her father’s things Trying to find some clues Vinyl records, old magazines No sign of the dead man’s blues Outside her window the world’s a mess Kind of like that guitar in the corner There with its broken neck There’s handwritten posters of the five dollar shows Long-haired boys in the city and they’re striking a pose High top sneakers stuffed with tapered jeans They’re somewhere on Broadway tonight and they’re making the scene Did I ever tell you Did I ever tell you About California There’s nothing special Ain’t nothing special About California She don’t want to wind up A wild time in a cardboard box Left underneath the bed With pages full of writer’s block No, she’s going straight to the top
2.
GET OUTTA TOWN I wanted out of the south Wanted it out of me Didn’t plan on ever coming back Until they buried me I grew out of Johnny and Elvis That Music City and the Memphis sound Right there in the state that invented rock and roll We made a plan To get out of town Koji Giles moved to Tennessee He played guitar and his hair was long Half Californian half Japanese He called me dude and we sang some songs I said I can’t end up like the rest Playing Skynyrd in these honky-tonks With the dreamers and the losers And the ones who never knew when it was time To get out of town So goodbye to the country ways To the windy back roads that lead to nowhere Goodbye to the fire and brim-stoners The naysayers and the nonbelievers Goodbye to the sweet gutter angels in the parking lots Where the hot summer rain separates from the grease spots And the steam rises that suffocating air Thick and slow as the molasses drawl that’s stuck in the throats Of the ones who didn’t think you had the guts to Get out of town
3.
LAS CRUCES SUNSET The Jersey boys were holding court on the back of the bus While Freddy from Philly delivered a soliloquy Two hippie girls from Richmond with a bag full of drugs Were trying to catch the Dead in Santa Fe She had nothing to say She stared out the window at the Las Cruces sunset Dreaming of a day She could come out of the shadows and never have to look back At the cacti waving goodbye And the tumble weeds, rolling across the highway Some long haired boys from Georgia with rock and roll dreams Had songs in their pockets they were headed to LA And when the Northeast boys stopped talking That’s when the babies started squawking It was ninety degrees and smelled like seven states She had nothing to say She stared out the window at the Las Cruces sunset Dreaming of a day She could come out of the shadows and never have to look back At the cacti waving goodbye And the tumble weeds, rolling across the highway Not far out of El Paso the bus rolled to a stop The authorities came on board checking ID’s She wished she was invisible and she might as well had been ‘Cause where there was a person now was just an empty seat They drove her away She stared out the window at the Las Cruces sunset Dreaming of a day She could come out of the shadows and never have to look back At the cacti waving goodbye And the tumble weeds, rolling across the highway
4.
MONUMENTAL DAYS Nick and Uwe showed up at the station Driving a Baja Bug They said hey man you’re the secret weapon Are you ready Are you ready Let’s blow this mother up Come on come on these are monumental days Come on come on these are monumental days The hippies are protesting rockets The president is bellicose Don’t have two dollars in our pockets Oblivious Oblivious To anything but rock and roll Come on come on these are monumental days Come on come on these are monumental nights
5.
Kicked Out 03:34
KICKED OUT Kicked out Kicked out Hello from the Golden State Not famous yet but I’m a song away Got a girl her name is Tuesday She keeps me warm and fed on Sundays When the door is locked a window opens It’s hard to rock when you’re Kicked out Kicked out Kicked out No job nothin’ to lose I’m payin’ my rock and roll dues We been playin’ every night and day Been waitin’ around for a big break Send my love, send some money PO box Kicked out Kicked out Kicked out Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey Hello from the Golden State Broke and hungry but I’m on my way Got a girl her name’s Cindy She let’s me raid her fridge on Wednesdays In the other rooms, head trips drama I’m the shy boy Kicked out Kicked out Kicked out
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PBR 04:19
PBR (Poor Boy Rock)
7.
BACK ON THE STREETS Ain’t seen Koji in a couple of days He moved in with his girlfriend I woke up out at Bodega Bay Watchin’ the tide roll in Back on the street again Back on the street again Someday my friend It’ll be a story to tell I been stayin’ at Bob’s out in his chicken shack His dad’s one mean American He don’t like it when you wear all black And he don’t like a southern gentleman Back on the street again In the back seat again Everything we did, was in the name of rock and roll I don’t need very much space You won’t even know I’m here If you need me out of your face I can make myself disappear Gotta a big show in the city tonight You know we’re paying to play If we don’t the tickets that’ll be alright She’ll be mine for a couple of days Back on the street again Knocked of my feet again Someday my friend Won’t it be a good story to tell Back on the Street again Back on the street again Everything we did was in the name of rock and roll
8.
BACKYARD PARTY CIRCUIT Kegs are in the kitchen It’s two dollars at the door She’s rude and bitchin’ yeah She’s 19----84 The band’s loading in Like it’s the first night of the tour The amps are glowin’ The waves are rollin' Sombody has stolen the cash Won’t ever get too far Playing the back yards And we’ll never rock this hard again Two hundred people In the back getting drunk and stoned Cop’s will break it up Before we end the second song They’re looking for the owners I think they went to Hong Kong The amps are glowin The kegs are blowin’ Somebody’s stolen the cash Rehearsed it and worked it It’s the back yard circuit And we’ll never be this good again
9.
Fall In Line 02:43
FALL IN LINE Here comes a new militia Here come the black t-shirts Rising up from the underground They took the punks and poseurs Down on Sunset Now they’re headed up the coast With an awful sound You’d better fall in line You better fall in line And march They got the gear and arsenal They got whiskey breath Those boys at Shrapnel are lightening fast They fly beneath the airwaves With songs of death They’ll melt your face and take your cash You better fall in line You better fall in line And march You better fall in line You better fall in line
10.
STUCK IN SONOMA Well I could’ve gone to college but I chose the school of rock Tore out of Appalachia to get my culture shock The only thing I’m rockin’ now are the walls of the elite Hangin’ Sheetrock in Sonoma and missin’ Tennessee Yeah me and my guitar watch the cars on Highway 12 We used to rule this town now is going straight to hell The drummer turned death metal and the singer’s smokin’ crack I’m stuck in Sonoma but I ain’t ever goin’ back Once I find my rhythm and make a little rhyme I might just boogie woogie straight across that line I’ve got a Keith Richards haircut and a phony Frankenstrat I wish I had some whiskey but I’m drinkin’ grapes of wrath Wearin’ out my welcome in the valley of the moon Surfin’ couch to couch just tryin’ to find my groove Stuck in Sonoma County Stuck in Sonoma County Stuck in Sonoma County
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released March 1, 2019

Recorded in Knoxville, Tennessee at The Arbor Studio by John Baker and Gray Comer
Mixed by Gray Comer
Mastered by Pete Weiss / Matt Honkonen
Artwork and layout by Susan Bauer Lee
Photographs by Keith Perau

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He's just an East Tennessee boy with a guitar who likes hot wings n' beer.

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