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The Sacred and Profane

by Tim Birchard with Chris Birchard

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1.
I like good food and nice clothes 
 Barbecue brisquet sauce on my nose 
 Rice and beef teriyaki go so good together 
 Steamed green beans are good in any weather CH 
 Whiskey Lady are you coming home? 
It's been so long that you've been gone 
 Said you'd be right back, with Chinese food for two 
 Whiskey Lady are you coming home? A nice pint will go good with any text 
I like lime juice in mine, but what will Bud think of next? 
I like to work hard, really work up a sweat 
 Think about that chicken fried steak with gravy from the lady in the hair net CH Whiskey Lady are you coming home? 
 Whiskey Lady are you coming home? 
I'm holding out for Chinese food with you 
 Whiskey Lady are you coming home? 
 Whiskey Lady... You said you liked good food and nice clothes 
 Barbecued brisquet sauce on your nose
2.
island spice 05:04
Back in the 90's, sunny St. George's Thought I could almost see Moriah Drinking with Superfly and the rest of the gang Didn't think I'd ever get much higher Unauthorized cigarette cherry on the bow Dolphins racing us toward the moon Six days of madness then my helicopter comes My man's got eagles on his shoulders, they're picking me up soon The guys from Customs would laugh if they knew Sweaty palms grip the phone to Poison Control Dear Pam, tell me, what should I do? The island spice didn't feel so nice When I woke up wondering, "am I dead, or just out of my head?" Ask my computer, and it tells me five tablespoons would do me in Number Two on the Deadly Scale Right behind intravenous heroin Gonna have to wait it out Gonna have to wait it out Gonna have to wait it out... The island spice didn't feel so nice When I woke up wondering, "am I dead, or just out of my head?"
3.
So we were cruising along Mexican highway Eagle Pass to Torreon Former home base of the revolutionistic outlaw Senor Pancho Villa And we were doing good and everything Even talking up a storm When we came to a desert Nothing but sand and mountains on each side of the road Endless sky above, clouds everywhere But on this day, dry sand beneath my wheels Step One: Get real greasy Have fun in some grease and roll around in some antifreeze Put grease and pebbles and other substances in your hair Roll around on the concrete or in the dirt And then, I don't quite remember when, But Al, my brother-in-law, said he had to pee I said, "Al, we can't, we're running out of gas." He said, "We can, or I'll just go out the window." I pulled over and shut down the vehicle's engine Here we were: Wife, daughter, bro, and me Almost out of gas in the desert Improvise I stopped at the only place around and offered 20 bucks for a gallon of gas The cutthroats looked at me funny Al said, "Don't do that anymore." (CH) Fly! Go away to another country in your mind Stroll around naked, roll in the soft mud Cast your fate with real grease And hum hymns Lie! Lie around with your face dropped on by little gritty specks Reaching around for the long-lost slippery wrench So we moved on Saw a lot of vehicles sporting natural gas engines Mountains with places built for the saints and angels to remain secure in their holiness By the humans that inhabit the region If we broke down we would be their bait We rode a hundred miles through empty desert on empty Prayed a lot to a not-quite-forgotten god When we get to the gas station, I say, "Thank you, God… For putting an extra-large reserve tank on this vehicle." (CH)
4.
I feel tired Like a radio antenna Bombarded by invisible signals from another world Sometimes I pop a cork And hide my face in the shadows But they've got aluminum foil and they always seem to find me CH How should I love you? What language should I speak? And once again, I rest my pen I'm either too strong or too weak to care I feel tired Like an old enchilada Splitting right down the middle Aching for a way to get back to you It hurts to say it But it's worse when I hold it in Just can't seem to put into words The crazy I've tasted all these years CH
5.
No one knows that there's a fire in the attic My wiring's not quite up to code Smoke-filled room, but I refuse to panic Embers glowing in the snow I've already opened the windows a few times Just to get some fresh air Alarms were going off, so I pulled all the batteries How will I get this smell out of my hair? It's a real good thing I've got insurance on my heart What should I grab on the way out? Don't wanna look silly in those flashing lights Guys with hoses gonna see my dreams hanging on the walls
6.
I pay the cover but I ain't drinking I only came to see the band I'm just too tired to do much thinking Just watch the guitar player's hands I see some movement in the corner of my eye She's pretty cute, just walked away from some guy I can tell he's angry by the way he slams that beer Now she's looking at me Ain't that the last thing I need CH Can't you see I've got a broken heart? Ain't it written on my face? I played the odds that my truck would start I barely made it to this place So please don't call on me I've got a broken heart, can't you see? She's dancing with her girlfriend, they're laughing so loud They're moving in closer, getting cheers from the crowd She catches my eye and smiles But I just turn away CH (Here's to the Continental Club...)
7.
To call a Time Out, my Dears If I ever could To sit together comparing notes I think I would (bridge) And laugh about connections That happened only after We would never speak again (chorus) In case of emergency Refer to manual In case of catastrophe Refer to manual In case of owner injury while searching for ecstacy Refer to manual Like looking into your eyes and asking, "Is this the very last time we'll ever make love?" And you say, "Yes." Bridge Chorus When your heart goes up in flames Your dreams die with no remains And you find the pages blank Only have yourself to thank Like the time I saw your face Exactly one week after I had spread my lover's ashes at the very same place Like deciding to close the door Only to find your loving hands reach out for mine Bridge Chorus
8.
sleep 04:11
The night is unforgiving Like a highway in the dark The lines go on forever And I can't put my mind in park CH I could smile in the sunshine Offer courage to the weak Draw back the curtains of Illusion Give my friends a peek I could sparkle in the darkness All my promises to keep Wake up ready for a new day If I could only get some sleep Staring at the ceiling Watching movies of the past I'm most alive between midnight and five How much longer can it last? CH
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Instrumental
10.
There's just two kinds of losing she said Shutting up and shutting down Where the love in your heart Kind of breaks apart Makes it hard to get around Whiskey Lady are you coming home? It's been so long since you've been gone Said you'd be right back With Chinese food for two That was years ago There's just two kinds of love she said "For here," or "to go" Why she chose to hit the road I guess I'll never know Whiskey Lady are you coming home? It's been so long since you've been gone Said you'd be right back With Chinese food for two That was years ago Whiskey Lady are you coming home? Whiskey Lady are you coming home? I'm holding out for Chinese food with you Whiskey Lady are you coming home? Whiskey Lady... There's just two kinds of losing she said Shutting up and shutting down
11.
So we were cruising along Mexican highway Eagle Pass to Torreon Former home base of the revolutionistic outlaw Senor Pancho Villa And we were doing good and everything Even talking up a storm When we came to a desert Nothing but sand and mountains on each side of the road Endless sky above, clouds everywhere But on this day, dry sand beneath my wheels Step One: Get real greasy Have fun in some grease and roll around in some antifreeze Put grease and pebbles and other substances in your hair Roll around on the concrete or in the dirt And then, I don't quite remember when, But Al, my brother-in-law, said he had to pee I said, "Al, we can't, we're running out of gas." He said, "We can, or I'll just go out the window." I pulled over and shut down the vehicle's engine Here we were: Wife, daughter, bro, and me Almost out of gas in the desert Improvise I stopped at the only place around and offered 20 bucks for a gallon of gas The cutthroats looked at me funny Al said, "Don't do that anymore." (CH) Fly! Go away to another country in your mind Stroll around naked, roll in the soft mud Masturbate with real grease And hum hymns Lie! Lie around with your face dropped on by little gritty specks Reaching around for the long-lost slippery wrench So we moved on Saw a lot of vehicles sporting natural gas engines Mountains with places built for the saints and angels to remain secure in their holiness By the humans that inhabit the region If we broke down we would be their bait We rode a hundred miles through empty desert on empty Prayed a lot to a not-quite-forgotten god When we get to the gas station, I say, "Thank you, God… For putting an extra-large reserve tank on this vehicle." (CH)
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Eagles Past 06:46

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What is sacred?
What is profane?
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released June 27, 2012

All songs copyright 2012 Tim Birchard (BMI) except:
Whiskey Lady (original) and Eagle Pass to Torreon, words copyright 2012 Chris Birchard, music copyright 2012 Tim Birchard.

Thanks to my friends, who are my family.
Special thanks to Glenn Schindler, Jason Gabbard, and Scott Kadera for always being there.
Special thanks to David Kairis and Katie Kisiel for way huge support.
Thanks to my brother Chris, without whom this just wouldn't be the same.
And, as always, deepest thanks to Cheryl for unwavering love and support.

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