CRAVIN’ DOGS – BONE
1 – Tonight We Ride (3:07)
2 – Come Share A Chaise (2:35)
3 – Neon Jesus (3:13)
4 – Friends In Space (3:18)
5 – Truck Farmer’s Lament (5:18)
6 – Paris, France (2:41)
7 – Low Hanging Fruit (4:22)
8 – Steve’s Song (2:51)
9 – Paris Is Full Of Spies (4:08)
10 – Croatoan (5:58)
11 – Come Share A Chaise (reprise) (1:54)
CREDITS
Cravin’ Dogs:
Caldwell Gray – Acoustic Guitar, Keyboards, Lead Vocals
John Penovich – Acoustic & Electric Guitars, Lap Steel, Mellotron, Harmony Vocals
Todd Baker – Electric Violin, Harmony Vocals
Barry Warsaw – Bass, Harmony Vocals
Tom Helf – Drums, Percussion
Special guests:
Lisa Gray – Harmony Vocals on 2 & 9
Sara Curtin and Maureen Andary (a/k/a The Sweater Set) – Harmony Vocals on 5, 6 & 8
Brian Simms – Accordion on 6
El Torro Gamble – Hand Claps on 7, Triangle on 9
Kristin Gray – Harmony Vocals & Acoustic Bass on 11
Catherine & Anna Pearle Gray – Harmony Vocals on 8 & 11, Violin on 11
Bobby Read – Horns on 10
Charles Flye – Piano on 11
Emma, Chloe & Ceilia Flye; McKenna & Kristen Farrand – Vocals on 11
Lily Gray – Vocals on 8
All songs ©℗ 2017 by Cravin’ Dogs/Preash Records (Preash Publishing/ASCAP). All music written by Caldwell Gray except for 7 (Jay Lee). All lyrics written by Jay Lee except for 3 (Caldwell Gray), 5 (Caldwell Gray and Jay Lee), 6 (Caldwell and Stewart Gray) and 8 (Stewart Gray).
Produced & engineered by John Penovich. Mixed by Doug Derryberry. Additional engineering by Caldwell Gray, Todd Baker and Bobby Read. Mastered by Mike Monseur at Bias Studios.
Recorded May 2015 through March 2017 at Verndon Studio in Vienna, Virginia; Apartment Zero in Silver Spring, Maryland; Peterkin Studio in South Woodstock, Vermont; Covington Cove Studio in Emerald Isle, North Carolina; Strohmeyer Studio in Ocracoke Island, North Carolina; and Oehler Studio in Huntersville, North Carolina.
Special thanks to Rebecca and Joe Penovich.
For more information visit www.cravindogs.com, visit us on Facebook, e.mail cravindogspublicity@gmail.com, or call 703-798-DOGS. Preash Records, 1616 Trap Road, Vienna, Virginia 22182.
Lyrics:
Tonight We Ride
Lyrics by Jay Lee
Music by Caldwell Gray
(copyright 2017 Preash Publishing/ASCAP)
Do you care it’s a dark horse if you ride at night?
Can you know you’re up a box canyon guided by Venus’ light?
Do you spook at the rush of the torrent in the unseen valley below?
Hand on the pommel, loose in the reins, do you trust what your animal knows?
Tonight we ride
I know he’s up the holler, will have to fetch him with the dogs
Cove and glade we’ll wander bringing in them hogs
Raise your hogs on ground nuts, save your corn for the still
Respect them woodland creatures, let the others have their fill
Brown or clear your liquor
Goes down good with nut-fed swine
Raise your hogs on ground nuts
You’ll be feeling mighty fine
The crick runs clear most all the year
The snowmelt gives a wash
Sprouts and ‘shrooms will issue forth
To give my hogs a ‘nosh
The smokehouse beam’s a groaning with the forest’s ruby fruit
He was fast and lean, his snout a plow, I savor his hick’ry haunch
Mind you tip your revenuer every time he comes around
A pound or two of bacon, corn ears busting at the seam
Come Share A Chaise
Lyrics by Jay Lee
Music by Caldwell Gray
(copyright 2017 Preash Publishing/ASCAP)
Come share a chaise on a summer night
In a sheltered garden of earthly delight
No amount of bourbon or mint
Can slake this happy thirst
Let’s drink deep, to you and me
And me to you and us to we
Hidden here in plain sight,
Sharing a chaise on a sultry night
The song we share
That throbs and rolls
And bumps and squeaks
All the rhythms of a rope weave bed
Wind in a river cabin’s trees
Green shoots always push through matted leaves
Canvas colors the palette year to year
Waxing dark to bright
All our roads lead to home,
A river run cabin or old chateau,
A cozy flat or crumbling manse,
Our places matter
Take me for the man I think I am
The man I want to be
Just the same not second best
Love the man you see
Neon Jesus
Lyrics & Music by Caldwell Gray
(copyright 2017 Preash Publishing/ASCAP)
It’s another Christmas
It’s another December
It’s cold outside, I’m sitting
Beside the embers
Bright lights in the city
People in those lights
But my life
Is a knife
That cuts a slice
The vinyl’s spinning
I put a log on the fire
It’s piling up, I’d better
Put some chains on my tires
Gotta see the fellas
Before they go back to school
Par Four, I adore
All the lore and no rules
Everyone’s jivin’
And carryin’ on
Live songs on the jukebox
Make a quarter go all night long
Days of isolation
Return from childhood’s end
Solitary fascination
Can’t really mend
Neon Jesus in the window
Open up your door
He’s not here
For a beer
And some cheer anymore
Friends In Space
Lyrics by Jay Lee
Music by Caldwell Gray
(copyright 2017 Preash Publishing/ASCAP)
The pavement’s wet
Freshening rain
Ozone smells so clean
It’s not what you think
There’s more than you know
Walking together at night
A thin shell of air
Morning makes clear
How far the distance goes
We’re friends in space
You got friends in space
Friends in space
Out of time out of place
Tilt everything on its side
Horizon bends, horizon bows
Doubt it will stick but it’s worth a try
Feel the planet fly
You’ve got friends in space
Out of time out of place
You’ve got friends in space
Truck Farmer’s Lament
Lyrics by Jay Lee & Caldwell Gray
Music by Caldwell Gray
(copyright 2017 Preash Publishing/ASCAP)
I’m done with melons in august
Finish berries in June
Apples in October
Makes me loathe the harvest moon
If it’s not the frost on the stubble
It’s the dew on the grass
These chains have no value
But to tie me down
None of my hands speak english
That’s alright with me
It’s my thumb on the scale
But I see you don’t mind i see
It’s a truck farmer’s lament
He sells sentiment by the sack
It’s a truck farmer’s lament
sentiment by the sack
You’re paying for country
You drive right through
Esse quam videri
Red, spite and blue
Row upon row
Shimmers and strides
“Look honey, peaches.
Heaven sakes alive.”
Paris, France
Lyrics by Stewart Gray & Caldwell Gray
Music by Caldwell Gray
(copyright 2017 Preash Publishing/ASCAP)
French Translation by Geneviève Leloup & Kristin Gray
Do you really want to go to Paris, France?
It’s so goddam far away
Do you really want to leave our love to chance?Seems you might not be comin’ back this way
Let’s watch “American in Paris”
Sugar momma, bad to the bone
Besides, don’t you remember?
He dumped her for Leslie Caron
Veux-tu vraiment aller à Paris, France?
C’est sacrément loin!
Veux-tu livrer notre amour au hasard?
Me semble bien que tu ne reviendras pas
Regardons “Un Américain à Paris”
Sugar Momma, bad to the bone
En plus, t’en souviens-tu pas?
Il l’a larguée pour Leslie Caron
Low Hanging Fruit
Lyrics & Music by Jay Lee
(copyright 2017 Preash Publishing/ASCAP)
Can’t go fast through the garden
‘Cause of the low-hanging fruit
Sometimes I yield to temptation
I wouldn’t want to be rude
Don’t think I’d have done different
I’d walked a mile in your shoes
I’m not ashamed to be naked
I always wear my birthday suit
Pick a bushel, pay per pound
The weight you pull will bring you down
We left home we can’t stay put
Out of bounds of our own accord
Your steady hand, my flaming sword
Just cause you can
Don’t mean you should
It’s a bone of contention
It’s just morning wood
Don’t go fast through the garden
You’ll miss the low hanging fruit
You’ll want to yield to temptation
You don’t want to be rude
Steve’s Song (From “The Zombie Musical”)
Lyrics by Stewart Gray
Music by Caldwell Gray
(copyright 2017 Preash Publishing/ASCAP)
Without a hope
Without a prayer
Without a heartbeat
I don’t care
It may be wrong
We can make it right
To be pulled apart
Or be sacrificed
What you say
I know is true
I can’t believe
I’m in love with you
Your skin is green
My skin is pale
This relationship
Is bound to fail
Can we make our way in this world?
Or will we be bitch-slapped by the fate of opposing cultures?
How do we decide what to do,
As we step out together into this brave new world?
Paris Is Full Of Spies
Lyrics by Jay Lee
Music by Caldwell Gray
(copyright 2017 Preash Publishing/ASCAP)
Paris is full of spies
Walking down the boulevard
You don’t meet any eyes
But everyone notices everything
About you
They ascertain without mistake
Where you’re from
And how you’re made
Maybe it’s not important
Or maybe it’s a shame
To be in full view of a stranger
But be no stranger, stranger just the same
I make my peace with the sidewalk
It gets me where I want to go
As long as I dont fight it,
As long as a cold wind don’t blow
There’s nothing there to stop me from walking right
For every man in the city,
There’s a plow in the fields somewheres
An old homeplace, a familiar face
Croatoan
Lyrics by Jay Lee
Music by Caldwell Gray
(copyright 2017 Preash Publishing/ASCAP)
The ceaseless whispering pine
Reminds me of how big the ocean is
Sand in everything, the bugs bite all night
Scratching out messages I hope you’ll find
I’m held out for as long as I could
That someday you’d come for me like you said you would
Seeing as how there’s action close at hand
I’m going native in my native land
Going native in my native land
Going native in my native land
Ships pass in the night
I don’t give a damn
iIm going native in my native land
I’m heartsick forlorn and layabout
Reaching across the chapel ceiling
I part the crowd with a westward leaning
My coterie of savages pale and wasted
Come Share A Chaise (reprise)
Lyrics by Jay Lee
Music by Caldwell Gray
Featuring The Holler Choir with The Stieff Trio
(copyright 2017 Preash Publishing/ASCAP)
The song we share
That throbs and rolls
And bumps and squeaks
All the rhythms of a rope weave bed
Wind in a river cabin’s trees
Green shoots always push through matted leaves
Let’s drink deep, to you and me
And me to you and us to we
Hidden here in plain sight,
Sharing a chaise on a sultry night