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Worn Out Factory

by the Hypnotist Collectors

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1.
Intro 02:01
2.
Ohio 04:02
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.
3.
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?
4.
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?
5.
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.
6.
Smooth Seas 04:32
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.
7.
Take my Time 04:13
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.
8.
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.
9.
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.
10.
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.

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

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released June 2, 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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