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Tincture for Trouble

by Achilles Tenderloin

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1.
Torch Song 02:48
I torched the steely dross of all we had To forge a shield embossed with tales of woe The fortunes we have lost to Cupid's bow But I want you so bad Let's get sad I salvage scraps of heartache and abuse Now I'm down to bottle caps and screws Crush me for the crucible in you Let fire make me new Let's get blue Bets are off--the deal was rearranged Banks are closed--the vows have been exchanged Fill me up and break me, like the pig I am I need a little change Let's get strange
2.
The curve of your arm Is the comfort I crave, My moon, my castaway crush. I'll weather the storm In taverns and caves, While I covet the warmth of your touch. Hang on to your heart; And I'll carry mine. Let none of us run, when we're called. Just crawl through my window, Some slow, summer night; And throw blue silhouettes on the wall. I saw, through the fog, Your faraway isle, When you laid your green lamp on the dock. Just sing me to sleep From your bright, crescent beach, While I try not to crash on the rocks. Hang on to your heart; And I'll carry mine. Let none of us run, when we're called. Just crawl through my window, Some slow, summer night; And throw blue silhouettes on the wall.
3.
I remember you well, at your lemonade stand, how the cool water dripped on your little, pink hands; and how no one was buyin', but me and your mom, so you drank it yourself, 'til the streetlights came on. Then, several years later, when the streetlights came on, how we crept to the creek with a ball jar of rum and a fistful of squares that you stole from your mom; and they curled up in rings on the tip of your tongue. Oh, but I never kissed you, my little girl blue, just spent my nights drawin' and thinkin' 'bout you. Then, after high school, I had to leave town to sing for the swallows and sleep on the ground. Guess I'll never know, if you think of me still, how we used to sneak out and get high on the hill; and how I tried to teach you the words to my song, just to watch the notes dance on the tip of your tongue. I suppose you've grown older and hardened your hands. You've forgotten my songs and your lemonade stand. I imagine you're married, with kids of your own, whose lemonade tastes like the day I left home. I never kissed you my little girl blue. Still sing to the moon, When I drink about you. I'm howlin' you into the song of this town. The owls and swallows Will follow the sound.
4.
Woke up this morning Fingers found a suitcase in my hand Woke up this morning, with a suitcase I had a suitcase in my hand Face against the glass My eyes didn't recognize the land Wires stretch out ahead Like an ocean, waves rollin' up and down Wires stretch out before me Like a wine-dark ocean, rollin' up and down If I ever get off o' this bus, I'm gonna lay down, gonna lay down and kiss the ground One night to flatten mountains And turn white sand to snow One night to flatten mountains Oh, and turn white sand to snow This old, grey beast freights loneliness-- She takes it everywhere I go If I ever get off o' this bus, I'm gonna lay down. I'm gonna lay down and kiss the ground If I ever get off o' this bus, I'm gonna lay down. I'm gonna lay down and kiss the ground I ain't got a soul Ain't got a soul To throw my arms around
5.
I’m goin' to the city to sell my song Goin' to the city, but I won't be long Don't be long Just follow the stream to the railroad track Follow this dream to the city and back But I'd rather be kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kissin' you Don’t be long Went to the city to sling my print To squeeze three dollars from the four I spent Don't be long I'd rather sing underneath your tree Maybe you'll share your peaches with me I'd rather be kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kissin' you Don’t be long Goin' to the city to sell my song Goin' to the city, but I won't be long Don't be long Got a pocket full o' pickin and rhymes To trade for bottles and nickels and dimes But I'd rather be kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kissin' you Don’t be long Went to the city to sell my soul– Try a deal with a devil–his hands were full Don't be long Brought five and forty for the radio Please spin my story, so I can go-- Home
6.
All my life, dead folks tellin’ me how to live All my life, I’ve had dead folks tellin’ me how to live Martyrs and fathers and lawyers–all kinds of other stiffs All you dead folks, go away, don’t bother me I wish all you dead folks would go away and quit botherin’ me Don’t know how to live, don’t try and tell me how to be If you’re so smart, tell me, why are you so dead? If you’re so smart, how come you’re so dead? Never trust a barber with a toupee on his head All you dead folks, go away, don’t bother me I wish all you dead folks would go away and quit botherin’ me Don’t know how to live, don’t try and tell me how to be
7.
'Round my Indiana homestead wave the cornfields. In the distance, loom the woodlands, deep and cool. Summer fills my head with scenes from childhood, Of climbing trees and dancin' like a fool. Behind closed eyes, it's just as I remember: Children's laughter chimin' through the street-- My mother's silhouette stands in the doorway, Eyes framed by waves of sunset-tinted wheat. The railroad bridge beyond the spring grove heights She's the backbone of the deep whitwater gorge. I used to step between her ties And climb her walls with wand'ry eyes Dreaming of a path, next noon to forge. Falls Thistlethwaite, I skinny-dipped below you With lovers lost, whose loss was wet with tears. The mill is gone--the miller, too-- Whose gristle cut your heart in two. Falls Thistlethwaite, your heartache holds me here. The time has come to call this rose my home. I've memories enough to pull me near. My mother's garden, father's grave, The woods where once I misbehaved-- This Indiana town I hold so dear
8.
Sun comes shinin' down my drain. "Climb! Climb," calls the rain. Warms my face, browns my skin, 'Til the storm comes to chase me down again. Hey, little spider, why'd you climb? The devil made heaven sound so fine. Failure told me not to climb, But Nature fooled me, every time.
9.
There’s a tincture for troubles, a salve for souls, In a bottle, in a well, in a watering hole. You'll never feel pain. You'll never grow old. It's all under control. You're under control. Remember Joe, baby. Remember, Joseph. Remember, you tend to forget yourself, When you've had one-two (many), three-four (many), Far too many to count On yourself. Slip through the bars. Shake all the hands. Dance with the women and chant for the band. Shout every first name. Mouth every last word. Sometimes, you take pictures, but it's always a blur. Remember Joe, baby. Remember, Joseph. Remember, you tend to forget yourself, When you've had one too many, three-four many, Far too many to count On yourself. Sing loud and hard; and pound your guitar. Put another round on the wrong credit card. The bartender knows you'll come crawling tomorrow To kiss Irish coffee and pick up your car. Remember Joe, baby. Remember, Joseph. Remember, you tend to forget yourself, When you've had one too many, three-four many, Far too many to count On yourself.
10.
Tied my heart to a Rocket for the moon Sent my love on a Mission to the moon Nobody home Now my heart's marooned Poor little fool won't Make the homeward race Packed no fuel To make the homeward race Said he didn't have room Now, all he's got is space There's nothin' up here, but a Flag stuck in the dirt Found nothin' up here, just a Flag stuck in the dirt Only know one song, just up here Howlin' at The Earth Nothin' up here, but a Flag stuck in the dirt Nothin up here, just a Flag stuck in the dirt Only know one song, just up here Howlin' at The Earth

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Achilles Tenderloin, Tincture for Trouble, produced by Patrick Himes at Reel Love Recording Company in Dayton, Ohio

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released March 18, 2023

All songs written by Joe Augustin (Achilles Tenderloin)

Joe Augustin: guitars and lead vocals
Brian Hoeflich: percussion and upright bass
Patrick Himes: pump organ & electric bass
Kate Wakefield: cello & vocal harmonies
Moriah Lawson: mandolin & vocal harmonies
Aaron Nell: trumpet & penny whistle
Anna p.s.: flute
Dave Hadley: pedal steel
Joe Macheret: violin
Rob Funkhouser: percussion & kalimba
Khrys Blank: foot percussion
Loran Bohall: singing saw
Kevin Grove: upright bass

Produced and engineered by Patrick Himes at Reel Love Recording Company in Dayton, Ohio.

Cover photo by Miranda Louise Pennington
Rear photo (CD) by Elizabeth Leis

Special, alphabetical thanks to these generous souls for their various non-musical contributions to the project:

Michael Augustin
Jon Bottorff
Christi & Tobias Brandenburg
Kat Brennan
John Bronston
Kelly Cuvar
Brian Dannaker
Brian Elstro
Susie & Kirk Cesnik
Rich Craig
Hawke & Chrissy
Benjamin Charles Freeman
Andrew Grimm
Jesse Harris
Melissa Jo Hill
Sam Howell
Jeff Kelly
Frankie & Kyle Kudasik
Elizabeth Leis
Level Up Productions
Ashlynn McKee
Kat Northup
David Payne
Ramsey Rosenberg
Amber & Burke Soper
Tinderbox Music
What The Truck by the Caterbox

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"...unforgettable, filled with both intense emotion and playful reflection. You’ll never forget the day you first saw Achilles Tenderloin..."

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