Worn Out Factory

by the Hypnotist Collectors

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Worn Out Factory, the debut album by Oakland's Hypnotist Collectors, released June 2, 2011.

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released 02 June 2011
Album art and design by Drew Fehlman
Band photo by Joshua Cobos
Recorded and mixed by Greg Ashley at the Creamery in Oakland, CA
All songs written and performed by the Hypnotist Collectors
© 2011 Hypnotist Collectors. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized copying, duplication or rental of this recording is a violation of applicable laws.

The Hypnotist Collectors are:
Eddie Lang – drums
Augustus DeVandry – vocals, guitar, harmonica
Brian Fernald – bass, vocals, vibraphone, harmonium, tambourine
Roger Poulin – guitar, vocals

Other Musicians:
Graham Patzner – violin, hammond organ
Eric Amerman – pedal steel
Greg Ashley – twelve string guitar
Alexander Kort – cello

We want to thank our families, Greg Ashley, Sean Carney, Toby, Jared Gonzales, Jenelle Lindsmier, Jonnie Prey, Breanne Zill, Marissa Botelho, Dina Howard, Pirate & Mukao, Café Revolution, Family Tree, the Jugtown Pirates, the Lotus Moons, the Love Dimension, Starfish in the Clouds, Mortar & Pestle, Darragh Skelton, Mark Matos, and Aaron DeVandry

Special Thanks to Renee Lang, Patricia and Roger Poulin Sr., Barbara and Glenn Fernald, Geno and Sue DeVandry, Tim Coyle, Douglas Pollak, Timothy Winslow, Marc Poulin, Dan Fitzgerald, Susan Mitchell, Christine Aubert, Nana and Papa Brennan, Denise Coyle, Rita Micjenka, Kathy Pollak, George Brennan, and Christine Wulf

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Playing their style of rootsy, countrified rock n roll since their first gigs in 2009, the Hypnotist Collectors definitely stand out with their cozy and yet edgy sound of jangly guitar riffs emanating from vintage amplifiers. Or perhaps it’s the somehow familiar melodies, phrasing, and compositions that any lover of authentic expression will find comfort within. ... more

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Track Name: Ohio
Ohio

What’s there left to say for Ohio?
Shall I stay just one more day in Ohio?
She told me that she loved me then she let me go
What’s there left to say for Ohio.

What could she learn in Ohio?
There was nothing left to burn in Ohio.
She came to the coast but she left here all alone
Now she’s planning her escape from Ohio.

We got married young in Ohio.
Found two jobs to pay those bills and we made a home.
Maybe if we’re lucky the sun will glow
For more than a few days in Ohio.

What’s there left to say for Ohio?
Shall I stay just one more day in Ohio?
She told me that she loved me then she let me go.
What’s there left to say
What’s there left to say
I got nothing left to say for Ohio.
Track Name: Tale of the White Thief
Tale of the White Thief

He comes of age
In a world that is unknown
Save for her
A young maiden from the east
Yet not the coast
Never ventured past that parish line
But the sun it now shines

Yet the creek run dry
He couldn’t wait for her there
In the shadowy mist
The white thief, he could not fail
The crown of gold
Meant for lovers of the old
Lovers of the old

The red dawn howls
The shattered moon cries in defeat
He has returned to find
Only the ghost of her past life
She shed her skin
Now she travels with the wind
Travels with the wind

The black thunderhead
In the rear window it is stalking
He must move on,
She didn’t wait for him there
All the missives unsent
Will their eyes meet again?
Will their lives cross again?
Track Name: For the Kicks
For the Kicks

Your bedroom walls, they won’t miss you at all
Your ragged shawls they decorate your long halls
Your dirty window shades most the sunlight
To hide the truth, to distract your brain but you know your alive.

You quit your job two weeks come tomorrow
Right after you paid back all you have borrowed
From the world trust of the grey men, they’re souless and hollow
I’m collecting interest honey, tell me what are your interests.
And I don’t know why you aren’t with us mama, why’d you have to stay?

Cuz when you’re travelin’ just for the kicks
There’s no need for a weekend fix
So please save all your stones and your sticks
We’re pretty far from home.

We got room on the bus, if you don’t cause a fuss.
Don’t dilly dally, we are in a small rush
We’re gonna tail these tides of sand til all the castles fall down.
And you may ask yourself mama, why you’re staying in this town.
I don’t know are with us darlin’ why’d you have to stay?
Track Name: Angels of Oceana
Angels of Oceana

When the storm comes run away with me.

Look to the sky, its lovely tonight
The planets align to provide us some light
And we are both here despite our fear
Getting to know each other for real.

Here come the stars, throw up your arms
And catch one from falling and doing its harm
Throw it back in the air, and say a prayer
Let heaven know we need them down here.

Our parents did their best, now its time for us.
You’re the fuel n’ I’m the fire, we’re dangerous
The angels of oceana must sound the battle cry.
And I can stare into your eyes til I go blind.

Sometimes its hard, to simply be human
Let’s face the breeze and share the sun
Its summertime and we can’t feel the heat
When the storm comes run away with me.
Track Name: Smooth Seas
Smooth Seas

I wish I was a captain
Sailing the seven seas
With nothing set against us
But the salty breeze

The island of Phaedrus
Bares west against the sky
No one there can defeat us
But they’ll surely try.

Our destination seems so far
We must plot a course from the stars

The shanties are all knowing
Beplumed in love and in hate
The maritime jingles bellow
Through the golden gate.

Should the Ghosts of our helmsmen
Be steering us so far from the shore?
Smooth seas never made for
Skilled sailors.
Track Name: Take my Time
Take my Time

My baby
She left me with my love
In my pocket
Now that she’s gone
What the hell am I
Supposed to do with all of this?
For now I’ll
Keep it with my cigarettes
The ones that we used to share….

I’m gonna take my time. Don’t wait up for me.
I’ve never been here before
Don’t leave that light on for me
I’ll just show up at your door.

My very first friend
It’s been four long years
Since I’ve seen him
And as expected
He called me from a prison
The hell is he doin there?
A travelers tale
I know he had a reason
So I’ll wait for him to share.

I’m gonna take my time. Don’t wait up for me
I’ve never been here before
Don’t leave that light on for me
I’ll just show up at your door.
Don’t waste my time. I won’t waste your’s
I’ve never been here before.
Track Name: Queen of the Scene
Queen of the Scene

Let’s sit around here for a while
Hold me in your arms like a tender child
And each new day brings me a smile
You say its because I haven’t walked a single mile
In your shoes
That’s ok
There nothing I can do you haven’t done a million times already

You’re the Queen of the Scene
You’re the Queen of the Scene

Everyone here they know your name
The looks we shared through your town bicycles in the rain
We rode them down to the river
Walking on the water I’ve never felt so much braver,
Then with you
You give me those old fashioned feelings
Those butterflies so free and you monopolize my dreams

You’re the Queen of the Scene
I wish I could be your King
You’re the Queen of the Scene

With your mended heart, you wield your power
Your crafty hands, you have built an ivory tower.
Patiently
Only I’m worn out factory
Running on coffee, and whiskey, and nicotine. What could you ever want with me?

You’re the Queen of the Scene
I wish I could be your King
You very well might be the woman of my dreams
You’re the Queen of the Scene
You’re the Queen of the Scene.
Track Name: Wasted Jesus Blues
Wasted Jesus Blues

I gave my life to Jesus, yeah
When I was only five.
Now I’m twenty nine
Just starting to get high.
And I can feel good.
If I can just unwind.
But those wasted Jesus blues
Keep fuckin with my mind.

I went to church three times a week
Sometimes even five.
For ten long years it was
The only time I ever tasted wine.
And I can feel good
If I can just unwind
But those wasted Jesus blues
Keep fuckin with my mind.

Oh well preacher won’t you tell me
‘bout the lake of fire.
How every last scientist is bound to be a no good liar.
You want salvation? He’s got the key.
But those wasted Jesus blues
Almost got me on my knees.
Track Name: You shall Wed in May
You Shall Wed in May

The mountain, it crumbled today
The sun didn’t rise, the skies remained grey
The waves ceased to roar, the stars shine no more
The news came today, you shall wed in May.

And the city, yeah it fell off the bay.
The telegraph parrots, yeah they all flew away.
Our lone corner store is open no more.
The news came today, you shall wed in May.

And I, I do not feel betrayed
I won’t try and stop you. Don’t be afraid.
Can I see you at all, fore you walk down that hall
The news came today, you shall wed in May.

Every soldier, they put their guns down today
And every last sinner kneeled down to pray.
The saints up above gave you someone to love.
The news came today, you shall wed in May.

And the world, you know it changed its way.
It now spins west, instead of night we have day.
And since we have one more, let’s spend it together.
I’ll convince you to stay, you can’t wed in May.

And I, I’ll try to go my own way.
I’ll still keep the habit of calling you babe.
I haven’t heard it before, you love me no more.
This must be your way, you shall wed in May.