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The Pinkerton Raid

by The Pinkerton Raid

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    Enjoy The Pinkerton Raid's unique brand of outlaw pop, along with gorgeous photography by Drew and Shannon Nelsen and original graphic art by our very own Katie DeConto evoking the Pinkertons' firebomb that burned the James Ranch in 1875.

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  • Since the inception of the band, the Molotov Sparkler logo has been one of our enduring images. Instead of the firebomb the Pinkerton thugs threw at the James Ranch, killing Frank & Jesse’s little brother and costing their mother an arm, we put a harmless spin on the Molotov cocktail, with a playful sparkler instead of the gasoline-soaked rag.

    We decided to put it on a whiskey flask because we have a tradition called “trunk whiskey.” A lot of times when you’re on tour, the bars will give you complimentary beers, but if you want a liquor drink, you have to pay for it. That gets expensive — sometimes your whole cut for a night will be less than the cost of the couple of drinks. Hence, “trunk whiskey.” We keep a bottle or a flask in the trunk and share a shot before a show so we don’t have to buy so many drinks inside. Get one for your cousin's dry wedding.

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1.
Santa Rosa 04:17
My baby’s hungry, her daddy is poor This man wants my money, he came from Baltimore Santa Rosa can’t you feed your children? From the east coast to the west they come Your poor, your tired, huddled masses yearning To breathe the freedom of the land of the sun Santa Rosa, Santa Rosa My baby’s hungry, her daddy is poor Children in the street, who their daddies ignore Santa Rosa, don’t you know your children? Or did you bear them only in a dream? They spend your money, smoke away the sadness They need a handout when it’s time to eat Santa Rosa, such a natural beauty Your fertile bosom could feed a flock In the land of milk and honey, somehow there is no more Santa Rosa, patron saint of Lima Reincarnate you could turn the tide May your memory give the faintest glimmer Those who share your name could share your light
2.
I’d fall for you, but there’s no place left to fall You’re on your feet and all I can do is crawl I could never ask you to dance when the sky falls down on me I just hope you’re there on the day that I stand tall Could you wait for me? Could you let things be? Could you be my friend? Love me in the end? Your blue eyes have cried their share of tears And your angel heart has known the deepest fear So let me say this, let me be as clear as I can be You’re someone I could trust to hold me near You were in my dreams in the days when I still dreamed Sowing peace together on the battlefield But I lost my way, thought alone I could redeem the one I loved Now I’m crawling back, could you help me to believe? I know you’ve waited all your life, to make somebody happy be his wife I can’t believe you want to be mine enough to give your precious time
3.
Friends and strangers come together, seeking solace, laughter, life They gather round a common table, where mine is yours and yours is mine Everyone comes empty, hungry, the host has plenty of food and wine The life of the party has plenty of wine The celebration turns to frenzy, the food and drink are going fast Some women worry while the others grumble, tiny sips will make it last The thirsty clamor for a quenching, first in line they won’t be passed Empty bottles line the tables, the vestiges of vineyard’s yield The people fear the party’s ending, the grapes have left the gardener’s field But in he walks with barrels bulging, can’t understand the power he wields The fruit of the vine is yours and its mine his barrels of wine, they never decline This fermented fruit gives freedom How can it be that death gives life?
4.
The Bullfrog 04:05
A bullfrog wants a girl frog to notice him All the bullfrogs want the girl frogs to notice them The bullfrog finds a culvert beneath the road The bullfrog sings his love song through his microphone He sings, “This is a song about a girl.” I got a guitar on my shoulder, don’t I look fine? If I sang to you what I can’t say, could I make you mine? If I told you she denied my love, and I drank myself to sleep, She never listened to my song, would you have some pity on me? When I look into her eyes, I sing silence The ocean calms my mind, I sing silence And words cannot describe, silence This is a song about a girl. She deserves a better song The bullfrog sings his love song through his microphone
5.
Piano Queen 03:42
You sit there painting your fingernails, on those bare and silky knees Honey, I’m your leg man, and yours’ll bring to my knees But other legs are on my mind, two little pair, tonight They’re runnin’ daddy ragged, I’ll sit if it’s all right Strike up a conversation, you teach kids to play the keys You’re just what I’ve been looking for, piano-playing queen You write your number on my skin, your left hand holds my own Do you notice there’s no ring? Is this daddy all alone? You’ve got a gig, I’m in the way, I’ll call you, so I say Tell me, will this all make sense in tomorrow’s light of day? Let us not forget, ma’am, you teach kids to play the keys You’re just what I’ve been looking for, piano-playing queen You see me standing at the bar, remind me of your number Those legs take you into the night, at least they’ve got each other Shall I call your number? Shall we set a date? And once you teach my girl, have we got other plans to make? Shall I rob the cradle? Steal candy from my baby? Have we broken all the rules? Well, darlin’, I think maybe Let us not forget, ma’am, you teach kids to play the keys You’re just what I’ve been looking for, piano-playing queen
6.
Those Curves 04:25
The road swings left, the road swings right It dances oh so gracefully in the direction of the light It dips down low, into the valley no one knows It reaches to the mountains high, where no mountaineer did ever go Ooh, I wanna hug those curves, spin me in circle, twirl Ooh, I wanna hug those curves, wander round the great big world On tiptoes as we climb the heights, need wheels that grip on lonely nights Only the road knows where it goes, it spins away, loses control You wanna kiss I can’t say no, and then you whisper, “I don’t know.” You make me laugh when I am low, my letters they remain unopened Combustion makes my heart’s blood flow, vacation plans we never go You move my feet, I fear to go, with moves that keep me on my toes I find the dreams lost long ago, but daughter’s still bear mother’s woes A ballerina on a tightrope, walking where she doesn’t know
7.
Paris 04:26
On my way to Paris, I lean in for a drink A payphone rings and no one answers; could it be for me? I let it ring and silence falls; I look around the crowd Did they see me miss my chance when the bells of fate rang loud? Paris is for lovers, and I’m all alone Don’t even know what I would say if I picked up the phone I just know if you were here then this would be my home ‘Cause Paris is for lovers, and I’m all alone I land in France and pretty girls are everywhere I turn But if there’s something true of love in 30 years I’ve learned It's pretty faces aren’t enough to keep a smile on mine I need a girl to laugh with me and hold me when I cry Paris is for lovers; Paris is for love Next time I go to Paris, I will not be alone We’ll go together, you and me, to the city made for love The pretty faces, painted, real, will blur like city lights And yours alone will shine so clear, to light my starry nights
8.
Trouble 03:51
There's trouble, trouble, etched upon my face Some subtle, sculptor Has melancholy traced In furrows, furrows Innocence gone, erased And trouble, trouble Has occupied its place But you reach out your hand And wipe away the lines above my eyes There’s trouble, trouble Brewing deep inside It bubbles, bubbles Around my narrow eyes Running, running Streaking, leaving lines This trouble, trouble It pours, the tears I cry But you let out a laugh And smile away the lines above my eyes Cosmetic counter cures Can repair my skin Your medicine can heal The trouble deep within when your reach out your hands And wipe away the lines above my eyes Another lover might leave me in the mire But you trouble, trouble To make me live my life The days pass by We wile away The lines above my eyes I say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye To these lines, these lines, these lines above my eyes You reach out your hand, And wipe away the line above my eyes
9.
Like you were my brother, you lend me your hand If I was your brother, maybe I’d understand We pass like we’re strangers, you want something more I know there’s no danger, but can’t walk through that door When we were young, we sang just like angels Maybe someday we’ll sing together again She runs when she sees you, it’s not what you think Can’t know how it hurts you, she ain’t lived in your skin When you were my lover, you held out your hand Your heart was somewhere other, I never could understand
10.
Sleep, sleeping chrysalis, sun’s gonna rise up Sleep now, butterfly, soon you gotta rise up The light that makes the flowers rise Will shine upon your colors bright The wings that bring you to the sky Will lift our eyes to God on high Sleep, sleep Fly high, sky queen, don’t let ‘em pin you down Fly high, butterfly, ride the wind, spin around Fly high, fly high Butterfly flutters by, flutter, my butterfly Hush now butterfly, quiet, my butterfly Lullaby, butterfly

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All songs by Jesse James DeConto 2012 (ASCAP Clarendon Street Press)

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released May 22, 2012

Produced by Jesse James DeConto, Mark Williams at The Hive in Durham, N.C., and Jeff Crawford at Arbor Ridge Studios in Chapel Hill, N.C.

Mastered by Tim Carless at Mockin' Bird Studios in Chapel Hill, N.C.

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The Pinkerton Raid Durham, North Carolina

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"You won't be able to stop humming." - No Depression

“The garage rock swagger of the White Stripes and the irritated kick of Cage The Elephant.” — GLIDE MAGAZINE
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