Judy paints pictures in the attic, but they don’t look like Rembrandts. Judy went to art school, she’s an artist, but they don’t look like Rembrandts. She’ll fly away, through purple skies, she says “I’ll let you see yours if you let me see mine”. Judy likes to dream about the old days, when she never did what she was told. She used to paint the town a thousand colors, she never thought she’d get so old. She’ll fly away, through purple skies, she says “I’ll let you see yours if you let me see mine”. What a crazy place. Judy went to art school she’s an artist, but they don’t look like Rembrandts. I really loved her paintings and I told her so. She gave me one she painted in New Mexico. She’ll fly away, through purple skies, she says “I’ll let you see yours if you let me see mine. I’ll let you see yours if you let me see mine”. What a crazy place. Judy where did you go?

Recorded at Studio Litho and Hazy Bay studios by Floyd Reitsma, and Aaron Spieldenner. Mixed, mashed, and mastered by Hammy Skrabs.
Noah Byrd on bass + vox, Jordan Otto on drums + vox, Melanie Moralez on vox, Jeremy Shanok and Hammy Skrabs on lots of other things, Steve Creswell and Brian Atwell on violins, April Cameron on viola, and Chris Worswick on cello.

Album art by Judy Pollock and Melanie Moralez.

White Haired Judy

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This is not the bed of roses I’ve been dreaming of…  It must be love.  I poured my dreams into a potion.  I emptied it into the ocean.  And even though they slip into my mind from time to time, some dreams get left behind.  This is not the bed of roses I’ve been dreaming of…  It must be love.   I thought I could have trust the stars.  ‘Thought it was written in the cards.  And even thought back then I really didn’t have a clue.  Somehow I always knew. This is not the bed of roses I’ve been dreaming of…  It must be love.  There’s something deep within our bones.  Something only starlight knows. This is not the bed of roses I’ve been dreaming of…  It must be love.

Almost There

Bed Of Roses

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Talking on the telephone, makes my heartache.  I’d rather be alone, by my lonesome.   Maybe write a letter, that could be better.  It’s a better way, to mean what you say.  But there’s nothing to talk about, it goes by quicker if you don’t count.  We’ll just have to hold out…  And wait for our ship to come in.  We’ll just have to wade in the waves until then.  And whisper our wishes into the wind.  I guess that forever is really just a moment.  I think what I’m saying, got lost when I wrote it.  But thinking ‘bout to much, makes time go slow.  Gotta keep moving.  Get up and go.  While we wait for our ship to come in, we’ll just have to wade in the waves until then.  And whisper our wishes into the wind.  You’re right where you need to be.   I’m right where I need to be..  We’re right where we need to be.

Into The Wind

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see the video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7rFexx67oH0
No need to worry, it wasn’t you who did what you did.   It’s just a memory, it wasn’t you when you were a kid.  And if somebody in the opposite corner of the universe hears this song, HI.  There’s no distraction Accept(Except) what you haven’t done.  No satisfaction, you spin and you spin till you’re spun.   And if somebody in the opposite corner of the universe hears this song, sing along.. LA LA LA LA LA.   LA LA LA LA…  LA LA LA LA LA… It’s just a moment, it’s here and then you blink and then it’s gone.  No situation, just stop and then don’t think.  If somebody in the opposite corner of the universe hears this song, HI

Indra's Jewels

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She says baby, it’s no surprise… I’ve tried time and time again.  You just pretend, you just pretend, and I can’t make you change who you are.  After all we’ve come so far.   You just pretend, you just pretend, but I can’t give you anymore… I am empty, you’re a drain.   She says she’s just as scared, but I see that she’s prepared, all of her love.  All of her love.  And she says I can come along, leave my world and sing my songs, only for her.  Only for her, but I can’t give you anymore.  I am empty you’re a drain.   So no I’m begging the moon, stay with me don’t leave so soon… All of my love… Only for her.

Only For Her

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see the video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nfN7lVt1x9U
Turntable won’t spin around.  There hasn’t been a sound for days.  I’m ready to be found but nobody comes around this way.  I got a quarter burning a hole but there’s nowhere left for it to go.  Empty bubble gum machines.  There’s only candy in our dreams.  But I remember you,; Cigarettes, Root Beer, America.   Who needs these DVDs?  There’s no more power for TV.  Trees are cracking through highway  one.  Doesn’t matter all the gas has long been gone.  The moonlight through the smog, so hot it burns right through your skin.  If we could go back now.  I’m sure we’d never vote again.  But I remember you; Popcorn, M&M’s, America.  I got a quarter burning a hole but there’s nowhere left for it to go.  Empty bubble gum machines, there’s only candy in our dreams… But I remember you; Seattle, New York, Chicago, San Francisco, Mexico, Canada, Africa, America.

America

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We fall from heaven, on light we ride.  We all are angels, our wings are tied.  Entangled karma, we must unwind.  Untie each other, until we find.  This is the golden age, it’s never ending.  We are an open page, this is our sending.  We are the river, we are the mountain.  This is the golden age.  Love is the fountain.   Heart is our ocean, we burn like wood.  Embers to ashes, just like we should.  And all around us the spirits soar.  Dancing among us, forever more. This is the golden age, it’s never ending.  We are an open page, this is our sending.  We are the river, we are the mountain.  This is the golden age.  Love is the fountain.  And it goes on and on and on.

Golden Age

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I dreamed that I was there with you in Crested Butte.  You were riding down a dusty trail in your bathing suit.  I can see it like a movie now, but it’s not the truth.  Underneath a million stars.  I could have died there in your arms.  Now I’m living in this dreary town.  It’s a crying shame.  Every time I finally love someone, they go away.  How I wish that when tomorrow comes, it would be yesterday.   Underneath a million stars.  I could have died there in your arms.

Crested Butte

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See the video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=on1mlBRPDbo

I was all alone sitting on my rock, and I needed someone just to talk, and I know I called you up a lot, but I never asked for what I got, but everyday was just the same, so I split town and I changed my name.  And maybe it was all in vein, but things’ll never be the same… Time changes everything.  Try not to care.  There’s time for everything.  We’re almost there. We’re almost there.   Now It’s just a dream we’re living in.  And you don’t wake up ‘till you win.  And if I never sleep again, I hope you know you were my friend.  But everyday was just a bore, and taking leaves you wanting more.   So I split town and I changed my name.  And things’ll never be the same… Time changes everything.  Try not to care.  There’s time for everything.  We’re almost there.  We’re almost there. Time changes everything. We’re almost there.  Time changes everything. We’re almost, almost there.  Time changes everything. We’re almost there.  Time changes everything. We’re almost there.  We’re almost there.

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I could lay in bed, I might as well be dead.  I'd lose a couple of years if you'd stay here.  Just sleeping/sleep in like a bear, I'm not anywhere, I know it's not fair but I don't care.  You just cut, a little to deep into my sleep, and I lay in a golden haze, forget about the plans I never should have made.  I could drift away, upon the waves, and never care if I'm ever saved.   'Cause when I close my eyes, I'm hypnotized.  When I see those lights you know I'll be all right.  But you cut a little to deep into my sleep, and I lay in a golden haze, forget about the plans I never should have made.  But you cut to deep, it all got ruined, and now I'm sick staring at the moon.  And love can be so tough, there's never quite enough, and it can be so rough coming off the stuff.  But you cut a little to deep into my sleep, and I lay in a golden haze forget about the plans I never should have made.  You just cut a little to deep into my sleep, and I drift away, I guess I'll write this song another day.  You just cut a little to deep into my sleep, and I lay in a golden haze forget about the plans I never should have made.  I lay in a golden haze forget about the plans I never should have made.  I just lay in a golden haze forget about the plans I never should have made.

The Winter Shakers