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released 21 February 2014

Dedicated to the memory of my father, Walter Bell Hoshaw.

All songs written by Brad Hoshaw. © 2014 Brad Hoshaw Music [ASCAP]
"New Tattoo" by Brad Hoshaw, Brianna Lane, Jeremiah Nelson, Brooks West
"Hillside" by Brad Hoshaw, AlyssA Greening
"Company" by Jeremiah Nelson, Brad Hoshaw, Brianna Lane
"It Falls Apart" by Kyle Harvey

Recorded by J. Scott Gaeta at The Music Factory Productions [Omaha, NE]
Produced by Brad Hoshaw and J. Scott Gaeta
Mixed by Ben Brodin at ARC Studios [Omaha, NE]
Mastered by Doug Van Sloun at FOCUS Mastering [Omaha, NE]
Design and Layout by Inaiah Lujan

Brad Hoshaw - Vocals / Acoustic Guitar / Background Vocals
Matt Whipkey - Electric Guitar / Harmonica
Craig Balderston - Electric Bass
J. Scott Gaeta - Drums and Percussion / Background Vocals / Electric Guitar / Keys / Banjo / Mandolin

with special guests:
Mike Friedman - Pedal Steel on "Hillside", "8 Ball", "Bar Stool", "Wagon Wheels", "It Falls Apart"
Molly Welsh - Background Vocals on "Company"
Andy Agree, Edem Kegey, Josh Krohn, Shay Maulsby and Heather Joan Newman - Gang Vocals and Hand Claps on "Company"
Brian Linnell - Trumpet on "Delta King"

For more information visit: www.bradhoshawmusic.com

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Brad Hoshaw Omaha, Nebraska

Omaha native, Brad Hoshaw, is considered one of the Midwest’s finest singer/songwriters. As a one man show, or with his band The Seven Deadlies, his heartfelt brand of Americana/Folk-Rock has been compared to My Morning Jacket, James Taylor and Ryan Adams. ... more

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Track Name: New Tattoo
Lyrics by B. Hoshaw / J. Nelson / B. Lane / B. West

Darlin’ I’m getting a new tattoo
It’s the last time that I will think of you
So tell me how do you think you’ll feel
When I carve your name beneath my heel

Darlin’ don’t you make no mistake
Our love was only below the waist
So don’t ask who I was thinking of
The last time you thought we made love

One foot in front of the other
One foot in front of the other

Darlin’ I’m gonna make you hurt
Grindin’ this blood into the dirt
And each day I’m gonna watch you fade
As I drag you down the path I take

One foot in front of the other
One foot in front of the other
One foot in front of the other
One foot in front of the other
One foot in front of the other
One foot in front of the other
One foot in front of the other

Darlin’ I’m getting a new tattoo
It’s the last time that I will think of you
So tell me how do you think you’ll feel
When I carve your name beneath my heel
Gonna carve your name beneath my heel
Track Name: Hillside
Lyrics by B. Hoshaw / A. Greening

Sitting on a one way
I had a long day
Waiting for my yellow to turn red
Thinking how the last day
Ended the same way
Praying that my soul will soon be fed

Some may say to take a long vacation
But I don’t need to run away from life
All I need is an hour here with you
Sitting on a hillside
Sitting on a hillside

Sitting on a one way
I had a long day
Waiting for my yellow to turn red
But red has never meant stay
For I’m a rebel
Working for the Devil in a cubicle

Some may say to take a long vacation
But I don’t need to run away from life
All I need is an hour here with you
Sitting on a hillside
Sitting on a hillside
Lighting it up
Sitting on a hillside
Sitting on a hillside
Lighting it up
(Sitting on a hillside)
(Sitting on a hillside)
Lighting it up
(Sitting on a hillside)
(Sitting on a hillside)

Some may say to take a long vacation
But I don’t need to run away from life
All I need is an hour here with you
Sitting on a hillside
Sitting on a hillside
Lighting it up
Sitting on a hillside
Lighting it up
(Sitting on a hillside)
(Sitting on a hillside)
Lighting it up
(Sitting on a hillside)
(Sitting on a hillside)
Lighting it up
(Sitting on a hillside)
(Sitting on a hillside)
Lighting it up
(Sitting on a hillside)
(Sitting on a hillside)
Track Name: Company
Lyrics by B. Hoshaw / J. Nelson / B. Lane

Winter is coming babe
I can feel it in my veins
The sky pulls down a heavy weight
Makes it harder and harder to stand up straight

Who will keep you warm
When the light starts to fade
When your windows leak
And your floorboards freeze and your rafters start to creak

Who will keep you company
Who will keep you company

Will you watch the days collapse
And fall about like kitchen gnats
Or hold auditions for the cast
Of your one act play in your one room flat

Who will keep the demons quiet
When they’ve got too much to say
When nightmares lead to vagrancy down blood stained streets

Who will keep you company
Who will keep you company

Now look what a reckless mess I’ve become
It’s time I give up on love

You spent half your life chasing paint
And taking shots to clean the slate
Now every night you steal the stage
In an Oxycotin cabaret

Now look what a reckless
(look what a reckless mess)
Now look what a reckless
(look what a reckless mess)
Now look what a reckless
(look what a reckless mess)
Now look what a reckless mess
I’ve become

Who will keep you company
Who will keep you company
Who will keep you company
Track Name: Funeral Guns
Lyrics by B. Hoshaw

That new nurse is leaving
And he’s lying on his death bed
He knows that he’s forgiven
But it’d be nice to hear her say it

He’s fallen prey to a broken heart
He’s fallen prey to a broken heart
He’s fallen prey to a broken heart

And all of his women
Are busy making their memory books
But none of them are living
They gave that up once they lost their looks

They’ve fallen prey to a broken heart
They’ve fallen prey to a broken heart
They’ve fallen prey to a broken heart

That cute nurse is leaving
And I’m lying on my death bed
I know that I’m forgiven
But it’d be nice to hear him say it

I’ve fallen prey to a broken heart
I’ve fallen prey to a broken heart
I’ve fallen prey to a broken heart
Funeral guns tear me apart
I’ve fallen prey to a broken heart
Funeral guns tear me apart
I’ve fallen prey to a broken heart
Funeral guns tear me apart
Funeral guns tear me apart
Funeral guns tear me apart
Funeral guns tear me apart
Funeral guns tear me apart
Track Name: 8 Ball
Lyrics by B. Hoshaw

I look to the eight ball to discover the truth
Decipher my path and make my move
But last time it sent me wrong
I knew that I loved the thought of you
And I knew that you could love me too ??
If I spill my heart I can’t go wrong
So why’d you

Why’d you
have to
marry?
Why’d you
have to
marry?
Marry?

I look to the sky to settle me
And when my eyes dry I find my sleep
But nothing I dream compares to you
Well Jesus you slept beside me
Ten years in a night you gave me
And all of the stars were in our eyes
So why’d you

Why’d you
have to
marry?
Why’d you
have to
marry?
Why’d you
Why’d you
have to
marry,
Marry me?

I look to the eight ball to discover the truth
I look to the eight ball to discover the truth
Track Name: Bar Stool
Lyrics by B. Hoshaw

I pull back the sheets
and take the lord’s name in vain
Her bare shoulders and feet
do not tell her name
She’s deep in a dream
but I am wide awake
I think we played the barstool, drunken fool game

At the side of the bed
a half glass calls my name
Then I lie on my back
and study her female frame
By the look of the sheets
I’d say we made a few mistakes
I think we played the barstool, drunken fool game

I catch the alarm
after one full ring
But not soon enough
to save her slumbering
I speak my first words
as she starts to wake
I think we played the barstool, drunken fool game
Track Name: Talking to God
Lyrics by B. Hoshaw

My band drove off in the van
While I was talking to God in the bathroom
his advice was not very wise
he just washed off my feet in the toilet

Well I don’t know what I don’t know
and I don’t know nothing

I was first light in her day
that innocent spark that built her world
But my dentist says it’s a loss
and when I choose not to floss Satan wins

Well I don’t know what I don’t know
and I don’t know nothing

I’ve worn this heart on my sleeve
since I was conceived back in June
My blood has poisoned the ink
and I’m beginning to sink into my doom

Well I don’t know what I don’t know
and I don’t know nothing

I prayed over my daddy’s grave
that the devil would take me home
Track Name: Wagon Wheels
Lyrics by B. Hoshaw

Wagon wheels lead me on
I’m hunting down old lovers with a loaded gun

Jenny was great
She awakened my faith
Then she put it to bed
With my best friend
So I hide in her shadow
and I call out her name
I’m a cluster of voices
in her brain

Wagon wheels lead me on
I’m hunting down old lovers with a loaded gun

Now alice was sexy
she knew just how to touch me
But she laughed as I knelt
down on one knee
So I hide in her bible
and I call out her name
I’m the guilt the doubt the blame
and the shame

Wagon wheels lead me on
I’m hunting down old lovers with a loaded gun

Now Julie was wild
with eyes of a child
but she glimpsed my bank account
and ran away
So I hide in her mirror
and I call out her name
I’m those ten pounds of weight
she just can’t shake

Wagon wheels lead me on
I’m hunting down old lovers with a loaded gun
Wagon wheels lead me on
I’m hunting down old lovers with a loaded gun
I’m hunting down old lovers with a loaded gun
Track Name: Delta King
Lyrics by B. Hoshaw

I lost my heart in New Orleans
To a tall glass of whiskey called the Delta King
Gambled away my wealth and dreams
I lost it all to the voodoo of the Delta King
Lost it all to the voodoo of the Delta King

Packed up my life in a Bud Light box
Picked up all the quarters I could come across
The pay phone at midnight’s such a lonesome ring
Delta King Come back home

I lost my heart in New Orleans
To a tall glass of whiskey called the Delta King
Gambled away my wealth and dreams
I lost it all to the voodoo of the Delta King
Lost it all to the voodoo of the Delta King

I once swore that I’d never get caught
But hairpins were falling to the break of dawn
He called to me to fold my wings
He said Delta Queen you are home

I lost my heart in New Orleans
To a tall glass of whiskey called the Delta King
Gambled away my wealth and dreams
I lost it all to the voodoo of the Delta King
Lost it all to the voodoo of the Delta King

The dumpster is filled with your memories
By Thursday morning you’ll be history
To the one who I once thought was King
Delta King go on home

I lost my heart in New Orleans
To a tall glass of whiskey called the Delta King
Gambled away my wealth and dreams
I lost it all to the voodoo of the Delta King
Lost it all to the voodoo of the Delta King

Lost it all to the voodoo of the Delta King
Track Name: It Falls Apart
Lyrics by K. Harvey