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Centro-matic – Dual Hawks
Copyright 2008 The Headwound Was a Setback (BMI)

Scott Danbom: piano, organ, synthesizers, bass, vocals, violin, handclaps
Mark Hedman: electric guitar, bass guitar, handclaps
Will Johnson: electric & acoustic guitar, vocals, bass, drums, handclaps
Matt Pence: drums, percussion, handclaps
Joe Cripps: percussion

Produced by Matt Pence
Recorded and Mixed by Matt Pence
Recorded at the Echo Lab
Mastered by Matt Pence and Kim Rosen

South San Gabriel – Dual Hawks
Copyright 2008 The Headwound Was a Setback (BMI)

Scott Danbom: piano, vocals, synthesizers, Fender Rhodes, organ
Mark Hedman: electric and acoustic guitar, vocals
Will Johnson: electric and acoustic guitar, vocals, percussion
Matt Pence: drums, drum programming
Matt Stoessel: pedal steel
Bryan VanDivier: bass guitar, baritone guitar, percussion
Jeffrey Barnes: clarinet, bass clarinet, saxophone, flute, throat singing
Buffi Jacobs: cello
Tamara Cauble: viola, violin
David Pierce: trombone
James Driscoll: upright bass

String and horn arrangements: Scott Danbom and Robert Gomez

Produced by Matt Pence
Recorded and Mixed by Matt Pence
Assistant Engineers Justin Collins and Bryan Vandivier
Additional production and filtering by Scott Solter
Recorded at the Echo Lab
Mastered by Matt Pence and Kim Rosen

photos: Matt Pence
illustrations: Julie Miller
art direction / design: Mark Ray

thank you:
cory brown, richard, naomi, sikwaya and all at misra, bob, laurie and wilson andrews, adam klavohn, jaime, miguel and all at houston party records, rob and martin and everyone at cooking vinyl, mark ray at north, steven thomassen and jasper vanacken at toutpartout, kevin french and big shot touring, scott solter, robert gomez, adam voith, amy pojman, clare surgeson, julie lantrip, susan alvare, jeff and shannon macklin, mike mckoy, joe cripps, bryan vandivier, matt barnhart, david willingham, brent best, bass beek, justin collins, darci ratliff and kittenpants, erv karwelis, buffi jacobs, tamara cauble, dave pierce, jeffrey barnes, james driscoll, howard draper, mike and people in a position to know records, adam and boomer galassi and downstate productions, drive-by truckers, jason isbell and the 400 unit, great lake swimmers, kris payeur, seth rothschild, deron pulley, michael crow, carlos carbonell, tim facok.

Centro-matic – Dual Hawks
Copyright 2008 The Headwound Was a Setback (BMI)

Rat Patrol And DJs
Strangled by the cellophane in the story of her life
She got theirs and they got mine
Eighteen tubes of butane running corporation fairs
It’s discount-like and out of time

And when the blacktop and the buildings start to move

Stocked headshots of cold snakes caught in golden days delight
A coliseum parking fight!
Not another FM trap for you
Still so graceless

And when the television static starts to move
That’s when the Rat Ratrol and DJ’s turn to you

Two Seats Gold Reserved
Feeble mind, won’t you come and pick us up when you awake?
In the time that it takes you to arrive we could be on our way
To the scene of shame. Luxury at the scene of shame.

Called you twice in a way that could be noted as disgust
Use your fire, and equivocate the feeling now if you must
At your scene of shame. Gold reserved at your scene of shame.

Don’t you know it’s your disaster now?

Got so high that when I saw you take the fall you fell straight up
That’s alright, ‘cause your demons and the fiends will make a fuss
Pay no mind to the rescue efforts called because of you
Dreams are kind, just remember as you sleep this afternoon
This afternoon

Quality Strange
It’s quality strange
Settled in its own fictitious ways
Time for a breath, to strangle a change
As lost as we get
We never get to unfamiliar codes
The shadows will switch, but the day is the same

And I perfect resistance in ways
All scattered lines and rehearsals for what you’d say

Tell me the same
Spell it out in red and silver lines
On 35, I’ll see you on time
It’s easy to lose
When you’re feeling tangled in the fray
Time for a change, but the day is the same

And I perfect resistance in ways
All scattered lines and rehearsals for what you’d say
It’s fine just to kick these things in line
‘til the damage just sticks in its own permanent way

Remind Us Alive
That conversation launched them quickly awry, quickly awry
We’ll hold your spaces for you for the course of the night, on through the night
Mid-South metal fortunes take us away, take us away
Them songs of suspect choices seemed right at the time

Looking back on them built in times and speakers stacked so high
We were scattered along them crowds of black shirts and cheap wine
Did you notice the frequencies will damage you for life?
As if the the saccharine songs they’re playing/singing ain’t enough of a lie

Match all the stations for the magazine eyes
Contracts and flashpot torches burn us alive

Every Single Switch
The secret’s losing stock, and we were finally listening
Doors were set for eight, the show was set for seven
And throughout the evening she covered the tables with cork and old knives
And bandaged all the cuts that her heart was keeping

And we were singing with no restrictions or dramas to tear us apart
Counting up our vices together and planning forever with our paper hearts
And all the silhouettes in the room would be willing to help from the start

Every single switch, and every single solder
Directions on the box for every single father
On how to make some faint connection with their sons who’ve cut their own path
With dirt between their nails and peace in their souls

I, The Kite
In the morning we were scorned in some overcrowded dream
With new faces, black erasers, and a D-movie like scream
And you smiled in a way that gets you in to casting calls for life
But your blouses of corruption ripped your dreams right out of sight
And we tried innocence and tried formaldehyde
In the end you were left with the string and I, the kite

So we’re older and the soldering iron at your side
Fixed the damage of the organ cutter before he could really start
And you smiled in a way that gets you on the guestlist, say, for life
That’s as useless as a screen door on an operating submarine
And we tried innocence and tried formaldehyde
In the end you were left with the string and I, the kite

Strychnine, Breathless Ways
It’s an instant action day, ill equipped for anything you say
With all my ditches rearranged, ain’t it beautiful with plows and flange?
And Lometa’s running figure eights in seven flat and stabbing for my soul
And there’s little time left to create, all pissed away with papers, mail and phones

And in strychnine, breathless ways, there are reasons here for you to know
In an ashtray kind of way, you are useful and a little stained
And forgiveness comes in smaller crates, I’m undeserving of these things I know
But the sun has set on something great, all pissed away with papers, mail and phones

All Your Farewells
Anchors and missions might you away
Stealing all your time and your willingness to stay
And amongst the pitiful and breaking our pact
Was a noted turbulence stored in your back

Checking the sails ninety miles in
Arranging all your lies in a pattern of gold pins
And to play the commodore and fake all your lines
Is to say we’re minimal and not worth your time

Goodbyes are hard, the more selfish you are

Checking the letter and keeping your sights
Believing all the souls that supported you this time
And to act so innocent, switching us out
With a sea of chemicals, slumped as you spout
All your farewells

Counting The Scars
Stand right where you are
I’ll be here laughing, counting the scars
And you, you were like fire
With devil inside
And us on the out

Please note your evil of silence
In this application, swallowing us whole
And me, I’ll be out riding
Counting my questions
Counting the stars

Be as it may
In our world of three by fives and coded statements
I wanna know what you got
‘cause I got “Goodbye”

Twenty-Four
Well, I never felt this way at twenty-four
With the fiends and ghouls and darkness at my door
But I can substantiate that you’re my friend
I will try to leave all my suspicious ways
And the presence of my demons every day
Things you might not want to know anyway

And they might just complicate this new life that we create
But I’m trying every day to improve and not conform
Stick with what we’re fighting for
Like the simple times before, at twenty-four

There are cowards that our public has elected
Killers, thieves and things that I could never be
And I never claimed perfection, but seriously
You can bet they’ll chalk it up to their religion
You can bet they won’t acknowledge you or me
Dirty deeds in SUV’s, that ain’t me

So I’m calling all the ones that I have loved
Heroes, confidants and all my enemies
Hold it strong a little longer, that’s the key
And for you that stood beside be at beginning
And for you that might escort me to my end
This is my humble salute to you, my friend

Critical Display Of Snakes
There’s no given means to explain the tangled circuitry
And divides that rupture you and me and all the time that we’ve lost
Countless cold eves in your room with heartburn pills and wine
And needed maintenance if we only had made the time
And our broken steps have led us somewhere else
And your critical display of snakes has hurt yourself

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South San Gabriel – Dual Hawks
Copyright 2008 The Headwound Was a Setback (BMI)

Emma Jane
Emma Jane, I let you down
Left in your anxiety gown
But you’re doin’ fine.
Remember the nights that we had
When the nervousness just ripped through our eyes?
Much better times.
‘cause there’s nothing quite like being together at home
But still somehow feeling so like a ghost, all alone
Emma Jane I miss you, my dear
The damage of all of these years
Rings in my ears
But you’re doin’ fine
You’re doin’ fine

Kept On The Sly
Isn’t it time you found a reason to write a new code?
I wanna tell you how to live this down
Safe in the steps of my hallucinatory hello’s
I wanna tell you how to live this down
Afternoon gold has sealed the substance of all of my thoughts
Craters of delight, easy with time
And when all my prophecies are cold, will you still keep me close?
And now that the tendons and the bones have all turned to black stone
Stumbling down through all the papers and trash in the light
With cypress on your blouse, kept on the sly
Equipped with your story and some pieces of shingle and rope
I wanna tell you how to live this down

When The Angels Will Put Out Their Lights
You can hear it there thrashing again
The night is your new next of kin, and it’s right on time
Slide into your old revery
Poison come sit next to me, and watch me ride
The angels they sometimes must fall
To that devil that is taking my call
Oh my
If you figure to put out your lights
I will breathe you a promise of fire, should you rise
But honey, I sometimes must fall
To the devil that is taking my call
Oh my

Of Evil, For Evil
So it’s given, I love you still
All the way back through
Different circumstances kiss winter’s chill
And I could tell that you are someone of some
Evil mind
Fast approaching from Convict Hill
All the way back home
I’ll be wearing my old natured guilt
And I could tell that you are someone of some
Evil mind

My Goodbyes
On the steady and the straight, an evangelistic stray
You made your way
Keeping all of this in line, but the memory does fade
To blue-ish gray.
Hey, hey, hey
The push and pull of all your change and the order of your fangs
Has a way
Of eating through the customized elixir we had made
Oh, the shame
The detailed rush of all these hours, a world within your scowl
And furrowed brow
Sits so ready for the chance for extended view of prey
The helpless prey
Crashing down, the ricochets of shells was commonplace
For those days
Dressed in dust and stink we’d sway, and stumble through the gates
To make our way.
Hey, hey, hey

Senselessly
The monsters in your heart are feeding off your stomach now
You’d tell someone about the matter but you don’t know how
You broke your wings trying to be
You broke your wings flying to me
The machination of your secret has all failed you now
Into some spiral to the point where we can’t get you out
You broke your wings trying to be
You broke your wings trying to be
A little too free

Corner Cross
Different footage of the same fire
From a corner, televised
Mark the image for transmission
For tomorrow
Up all night

Trust To Lose
Even as you hold my fate, harness all that tempts your tongue
Mark upon this sacred date your editorial undone
If ever there was trust to lose, it was lost on me and you
Coursing through the love divine the irridescent shades entwine
You’re just splitting this in two
You’re just splitting this in two
You’re just splitting this in two
You’re just splitting this in two

The Arc and The Cusp
How do you do this to me
With the arc and with the cusp?
I am hallways with dark shadows
You are treasure chests of trust
There’s a scent of sin and beauty
In our connect and in our thrust
I am monsters lost in slurries
And you are amber-toned and lust
How do you?
How do you do this to me?
You will overstate your premise
And I will under-act my part
We are stuck with these circumstances
Complicated and glistening from the start
You will stand there in the window
I will strike you with my pride
For you are beauty and a widow
And I will blind you with my pride
How do you?
How do you do this to me?

Alabama Crusade
The season split in all possible ways
Ruptured sleep now for so many days
Like a wolf losing hold of its life
It’s quiet now on the dissident spray
Threadbare on an Alabama crusade
The curtain calls with a night to just drive

From This I Will Awake
From this I will awake
While at the same time you might lunge for your take
Like those olden days
Before all our words, after I ran away
Start this cycle anew
I will try to revive this connection with you
In my permanent state
I will ask for your patience, I might need you to wait
‘cause I’ve never fallen like the way I did back then
With summer’s press upon me and the struggle of changing my skin
I can’t count my mistakes
But I’ll try with my eyes closed until you awake
Like them auburn ways
We were covered in lust, wrapped in our compromise
But I might need you to wait
I might need you to wait, and wait, and wait
I might need you to wait
I might need you to wait, and wait, and wait

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