Crescent St. Blues

by Jake Klar

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released 31 March 2015

All songs written by Jake Klar except "Wastin' Away" written by Ron Scott

Recorded at the Great North Sound Society
Produced by Chris Freeman
Engineered by Erik Hischmann


Jake Klar - Acoustic Guitar, Vocals, Electric Guitar
Harrison Goodale - Bass
Erik hischmann - Percussion, Vocals
Max Shakun - Piano, Organ, Synth, Vocals
Antonio Alcorn - Electric guitar, Mandolin, Vocals
Chris Freeman - Vocals

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Track Name: Crescent St. Blues
To the wind I'll make my home
Sailing off this northern coast
and if I never make it back again
Remember once that we were friends

This is for lovers in the night
She said "don't treat me cruel, just kiss me kind"
"Darlin, won't you tell me that joke again"
Remember once that we were friends

Take my hand and lead me
I won't say a word unless I need
cause what's the difference between giving up and giving in
Remember once that we were friends

Making fires in the canyon
Taking taxi's to the party
Getting stoned and staying in
remember once that we were friends

Remember that night someone spilled wine on the carpet
You and I were standing in the corner just laughing about it
Later we were all yelling and laughing in the street
Remember once that we were happy
Remember once that we were happy
Track Name: Wastin' Away
There's no easy way out
Got no reason to stay here anymore
Tickets torn in half
Haven't seen anything
Lose your windy smile
Off the lost coast my father stumbled to
I start wastin' away, wastin' away
'fore I start wastin' away, wastin' away

Cup cut my lip
Wasn't drinkning anythingW
White sparrow lands
Nothing makes sense to me
I lose your windy smile
off the fox strewn hill where the creek creaks

and all your answers
just don't add up
nothing on the radar
just gotta catch the bus

before I start wastin' away

please sister
let me pass you by
for I'm running
where the field meets the sky
Track Name: Hotel Town
Choosing my words, choosing my words
doesn’t make any difference anymore
Im still wanting as bad, the good I couldn’t get
baby from the day before.

One hour had less, one hour had less
than the outcome of a candle flame,
past the curtain the corridor, jacket on the floor,
farewell flickering in the flame.

I’m stuck in the lobby of a hotel town,
the gold’s in the orchard and the moon’s going down,
but I know better in those things she believed,
better take to get and get in between.

Flat sheet of silver, baby shake and shiver,
the river’s on the run.
It might be tomorrow I’ll be trying to catch
what today has left undone.

With our pockets full of fists, pockets full of fists,
holding on to the rumors we’re told,
I saw the shot of an arrow in the changing winds,
I heard the sinking of a ship below.

I’m stuck in the lobby of a hotel town,
the gold’s in the orchard and the moon’s going down,
but I know better in those things she believed,
better take to get and get in between.

Three days baby, three days baby,
without sleep in this hotel room,
now the mirror is my face, my back’s on the ceiling
and there’s one chair left I ain’t broke.

Choosing my words, choosing my words
doesn’t make any difference anymore,
Im still wanting as bad the good I couldn’t get
baby from the day before.

I’m stuck in the lobby of a hotel town,
the gold’s in the orchard and the moon’s going down,
but I know better in those things she believed,
better take to get and get in between.
Track Name: Good Times Knocking at the Door
Standing in the kitchen with the lights turned low.
Thinking all the time about the hopes you hold.
If I listening close I can hear it plain.
Good times knocking at the door again.

Look in the mirror as far as you can see.
Looking for the man you want to be.
Sometimes half as good, is good enough.
Good times knocking at the door they must.

I got laid off another low paying job.
Trying to think what good I’ve got,
sometimes it seems the whole worlds gone wrong.
Hoping good times knock at the door in the storm,
good times knock at the door in the storm.

Trouble finds comfort in a troubled mind.
Happiness can seem hard to find.
But if you search your heart hard enough,
good times knock at the door they must,
good times knock at the door they must.

So I’m standing in the kitchen and the morning birds sing,
my minds tired of jumping through the hoops and the rings,
because sometimes you’ve gotta be happy with what you get,
knowing good times knock at the door again,
knowing good times knock at the door again,
knowing good times knock at the door again.