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1.
Going Home 04:39
We have the guns on the breakfast table; there are too many bullets in the air And you look oh so young and able; too bad you don’t seem to care. There’s a van with surveillance equipment they parked it just outside Even if they’re on to the shipment you know that we don’t run and hide And I feel like, feel like, I’m going home Our man is proud but he’s humble, he wears Jesus Christ around his neck We run the guns up through the jungle, in trucks no one would suspect Oh all the sacrifice and sweetness; that sad pained look in his eyes But nobody asked him for forgiveness, nobody asked him to die And I feel like, feel like, I’m going home You let your guard down too quickly; you keep a too open mind You find this work to be sickly, it takes a special kind I haven’t slept right in three weeks; I eat maybe once a day Violence is the only language he speaks, he sees no other way Keep communications quiet, keep the light down low There’s a flash of metal in the moonlight, my light is fading slow There is a boat over yonder that will take me to the other side Nobody asked him for forgiveness, nobody asked him to die. And I feel like, feel like, I’m going home
2.
Florida 04:26
If I could just make it to Florida, everything will be alright If I could just make it to Florida, Everything will be alright. They got some pretty women down in Florida Blonde haired, blue eyed and tan They got some pretty women down in Florida But they'll rip your heart out man They say it’s never too late to fix your life nice and straight They say it’s never too late to make a fortune in the sunshine state They've got some product to move in Florida Gonna drive it up the coast Don't piss off the wrong people in Florida They'll give birth to your ghost We've got two cars loaded in Florida One with the cash one with the coke We'll exchange the keys in Florida Watch yourself man, it’s no joke They have a lot of Latin rhythm in Florida And some folks who've lost their way They have a lot of movie stars in Florida A bunch of guys from the NBA You can stand your ground in Florida Yeah it’s a wacko state Whatever they say about Florida I hear the fishing's great If I can just get to Florida Everything will be alright....
3.
Life is Hard 03:49
The room feels way too cold And again I was put on hold so I sit and kills some time And it's all on the man's dime I think it's all too much And I think my salary sucks It might not be enough to buy a bigger truck I'm so hungry at lunch The value meal may not be enough Don't wanna go across street homeless there got nothing to eat Again I'm hungry like nobody knows. Another problem comes another goes Just waiting in my lame clothes until it's time to close. I sit in here and look outside all day I live my life in eternal strife As my life goes and worsens I just wish I could be another person The air here is way too hot Try to be thankful for what I've got Gotta get up before the sun Or all the work will all be done I think it's all too muc. For what I do this pay is bad It might not be enough to help my mom and dad Siblings haven't eaten in week. Parents have to beg on the streets The tourists help when they can. But that's no kind of life for a man Again I'm hungry like nobody knows. Another problem comes another goes Just happy for these shoes and clothes. Keep following where the jobs go I sit in here and look outside all day I live my life in eternal strife As my life goes and worsens I just wish I could be another person The sun shines on the day. The Earth spins as it must The moon slips on its way. The rain soaks the wicked and the just
4.
Winnipeg 05:50
I have trouble with things such as this Your tattooed chest and your tattooed wrist Haven’t been the same since you came around And my knees are stuck to the ground We hit a rough patch back in the fall I’m numb to it it’s your call Thought we’d get out of this town I carved my flesh to give them their pound Spanish Churches Italian mob you can’t be something that you’re not Worlds collided I’ve lost all hope They took the money left me with the dope I have trouble with things such as this your deep dark eyes and your broken wrist From the bridge I watched them sail to sea I’ve got another place that I need to be Through it all you still can turn me on there once was a love there but now it’s gone. I know a guy who knows some guys. We’ll do this deal then say our goodbyes Crooked Crosses and a crown of thorns You can’t help where you’re born You let me down but you hid the knife Some things you can’t pay for with your life I have trouble with things such as this, your quirky hats and your faithless kiss I went out sailing on Sunset Lake. You’re a bad decision that I had to make Horse is drowning killer goes free. I can’t get over what’s happening to me You’ve too much baggage to come aboard. I left you standing on the shore I got some stitches in my leg. I’ll write you once I reach Winnipeg They got the Jets back. It won’t be so bad You’re my favorite that I ever had.
5.
Can I sleep on your sofa? Let my mind relax let the world disappear And I’ll forget about the soldiers Whose distant gaze fill my heart with fear I can’t hear you over the carnival barker The air gets crisper the days get darker The band in the grandstand it’s their home coming The lake is still but the spring is running. Can I rest my head on your shoulder? The leaves are falling there’s a ghost in your house You see as we grow older I’m as close to you as the stitching in your blouse Can’t you see how I adore you? Your elegance, your skin white as bone Let me just implore you Le my mind relax and my heart feel at home
6.
Throw me a biscuit throw me a bone You ask too many questions but I don't want to be alone The back roads are flooded, I need to use your phone Been gone two days they're expecting me at home Break out the party hats go blow your horn I'm tired of these lies I'm tired of the scorn Don't count your blessings, the baby's not yet born The fabrics not shredded but it’s definitely torn You lost me on that day I play things as they lay We make up what's wrong and right I just want peace tonight In for a penny in for a pound don’t say you’re sorry, don’t make a sound Wake up the children send in the clowns. We’ve lived with your ups and your downs You only have math all else is up for debate. Put on your coat because it’s getting late They’ve asked so many times the answer is always no. Life’s better boring life’s better slow You lost me on that day I play things as they lay We make up what's wrong and right I just want peace tonight You lost me on that day I do the things I say You can’t tell wrong from right I just want some peace tonight Don’t care what the neighbors say. Forget the month of May You make your own wrong and right I just need some sleep tonight
7.
Yellowknife 03:33
Take the morphine from the shelf You don’t care bout no one else Put your kids through school so they’ll learn the Golden Rule And maybe you’ll come out of your shell You know I had suspicions I still take prescriptions this nightmare never ends You’ll find me with my friends And this defies description You know I try the best I can But I still go back to the juice They don’t need prayers in Heaven and in Hell they’re of no use The Bible you keep in your room Only Reminds me doom You hang me out to dry give me no reason why I’ll be seeing you real soon
8.
Good Lord what have you done? You know you can’t leave that there. Each and every lethal weapon crafted with tender loving care I just want you to tell me that you’re doing okay Tell yourself different story but history started yesterday So, most likely I’ll see you around So, most likely I’ll follow you down I suggest you stop looking you won’t like what you see So many of these times have made a mess out of me You know they hate the sinner but they don’t mind the sin Life is just a reaction to everything that’s ever been So, Most Likely I’ll see you around So, Most Likely I’ll follow you down The candle on your dresser shows our silhouettes on the wall I want to leave you with something but you can’t have it all. I took the job They took my name I finished the job And I never was the same
9.
Cold Harbor 02:50
Nothing can prepare you for this These things you can’t dismiss There’s too much I would miss It’d be worse There’s not much to our plans I can’t make you understand You dream of us holding hands In your church And I feel Cold Harbor pain, Cold Harbor loss. Looked over the field and I’ve counted the cost I see the pain on your face. I taste your fear I wanted you here, I needed you hear When the fog lifts we’ll see where we are I don’t think we got too far Of course this will live a scar My mind is aching There’s so much less than you can see Should probably just let things be If you were to put a blade into me I had it coming
10.
Plaid 03:06
I once was told a sad story. The kind you say reminds you of me See you don’t really care for me White wine check cards and groceries You taught me to stand tall, told me to look sharp Swim in your shoes don’t play in the dark One more mistake and I’m going to break your heart This story had a mad prince see. The kind you say reminds you of me. Now I won’t say that I told you so He took all he loved and then he let it go The son of a bitch’s mind was all cracked Her past haunted him but he kept looking back She tried her best to make up for what he lacked Montoursville, Philly, Sedona Can’t really say it was nice to know you. Manayunk to Arizona Hope you had fun cause now it’s over His brain was full of glass and vicious panic attacks He jumped with both feet and then he never looked back You told me you were trouble right from the start Go bother someone else I must disembark You made your mistake now I’m going to break your heart.
11.
There's a place you should know Where we all used to go The girls all had this glow After leaving the show Back when Johnny was a Crowe Back when Johnny was Crowe You must be putting me on Is this some kind of con? We could all sing along If we knew the words to the song Now Johnny's not a Crowe Now Johnny's not a Crowe Oh! The best times Committing our little petty crimes If we could just get together Things will only get better
12.
Well, I’m tired of working my ass off from day to day I think I’ll hit the local bar and then I’ll raise some hay This band here putting on a show They play what I like or else they go I want to hear some tunes from when I was in school Any other night you know we’d be shooting pool The songs they play are much too loud Don’t they know this is an older crowd? I’m losing all my hearing from this stupid band There’s one thing about them I cannot understand If you can afford a guitar you can learn to play Skynyrd I’ve requested the Allman’s about fifty Goddamn times These guy’s have songs that have words that simply do not rhyme It’s something I that I do not get Maybe it’s called art I’m trying to drown my anger in this booze I’ve been sitting all alone pounding jungle juice Who do they think they are I may follow them to their car And I swear I’ll leave them all bloody and bruised.
13.
Patsy's 62nd 01:13

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After breaking up in 2012, The Disgruntled Sherpa Project reunited in the summer of 2014 and headed directly into the studio. Over the course of the fall and winter the band wrote and recorded 13 tracks that spanned rock, folk, country and blues and incorporated instruments such as the trumpet, cello, French horn and ukulele along with their normal two guitars, bass, piano and drums sound.
Although not written as a theme album, it is a geographical journey that begins in the worn torn jungles of Nicrauga and ends on a calm, warm midsummer's night in North Wildwood, NJ with stops along the way in western Canada, suburban America, sunbaked Latin America, South Florida, rural Pennsylvania, Civil War era Virginia, Afghanistan and the Midwest. This landscape is populated by thieves, killers, drug smugglers, gun runners, down on their luck musicians and bar patrons, soldiers, star crossed lovers, entitled millenials, defiant working men struggling to survive, tortured souls, nostalgic Southern Rock fans and loving mothers.

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released April 21, 2015

Joe Boylan - rhythm and lead guitars in left speaker; ukulele; vocals
Walt Mamaluy - bass; vocals
Reginald DeJesus - lead guitar and rhythm guitars in right speaker
John Vasudevan - drums, percussion
Matt Jules Rhine - piano; keyboards; trumpet; French horn; vocals.
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Betsy Colgan - vocals on Winnipeg, Yellowknife, So, Most Likely and When Johnny Was a Crowe

Recorded September 2014 - March 2015 at Red Planet in Clifton Heights, PA
Recorded, engineered, mixed and mastered by Joe Smiley at Red Planet

All lyrics by Joe Boylan except Life is Hard lyrics by Matt Jules Rhine and Joe Boylan and Strip Mall Bar Band Blues lyrics by Joe Boylan and Walt Mamaluy.

All music composed, arranged and performed by Joe Boylan, Reginald DeJesus, Walt Mamaluy, Matt Jules Rhine and John Vasudevan.

All songs copyright Neithertenzing Norgay Music 2015 except Winnipeg copyright Neithertenzing Norgay Music 2103

Dedicated, in loving memory, to Dennis Farina.

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Prolific and legendary Philadelphia indie band formed on South St in 2002. Known for an eclectic mix of music featured on 9 released full length albums.

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