The Sacred and Profane

by Tim Birchard with Chris Birchard

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What is sacred?
What is profane?
Who decides?

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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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Tim Birchard is a musician, engineer, composer, and producer who loves a good story. He loves the unorthodox.

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Track Name: whiskey lady (original)
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
Track Name: island spice
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?"
Track Name: Eagle Pass to Torreon (original)
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)
Track Name: radio antenna
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
Track Name: fire in the attic
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
Track Name: can't you see
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...)
Track Name: refer to manual
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
Track Name: sleep
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
Track Name: all is magical in this world
Instrumental
Track Name: whiskey lady (version 2)
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
Track Name: Eagle Pass to Torreon (take 2)
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)