Ana F.: electric and acoustic guitars, steel resonator guitar, banjo, vocals

Francisco S.: electric, acoustic and resonator guitars, lap steel, percussion, vocal on track 5

Guilherme B.: harmonica

Leonel S.: electric guitar on tracks 8 and 11

Paulo M.: electric and acoustic resonator guitars with slide, synthesizer, backing vocals

Ricardo P.: piano and organ

All songs written by The Unplayable Sofa Guitar, except track 5 by Ed and Lonnie Young.

Recorded, mixed and mastered at www.amp-studio.com by Paulo Miranda, assisted by Ana F.

Record cover layout and design by PMir

Produced by Paulo Miranda

1 dad’s guns

Momma told me the most painful story

from when i was just a baby

no food, no job or money

times were hard, no milk or honey

My father told her

"look wife, you gonna loose ‘em kids

no way we can keep ‘em in this misery

i’m gonna sink ‘em in the lake by the rapids

so from this fate they’ll be spared free... by drowning"

Well my momma couldn’t take that fate or destiny

so one night she took his guns in her hands

and shot the bastard six times in the head

point blank in the head

For six million times she thougt about it

never felt no sorrow nor regret

saved by my dad’s guns

rescued by my momma’s hands

For six million times she thougt about it

never felt no sorrow nor regret

freed us from our drowning fate

livin’ a nightmare she couldn’t forget

saved by my dad’s guns

rescued by my momma’s hands

2 Drowning song

i can hear your drowning sounds

can feel the water in your lungs

i want to taste it while you choke

i wanna look while you die

i might lay you a hand

hold you by the hand

save you n’ let you hang

is that you laughing?

or could you be dying?

don’t you dare dyin’ on me

I got nothin’ left to burn

you got no one to hold on to now

I see you rollin’ underwater

buddy, soon you’ll roll no more

i might lay you a hand

hold you by the hand

save you n’ let you hang

you’re makin’ me sick

with your tempting motion

maybe I’ll hold you n’ let you hang

is that you laughing?

or could you be dying?

you’re diving away from me

i might lay you a hand

hold you by the hand

save you n’ let you hang

(save you n’ let you hang)

3 Land of free possum

I was hangin’ round the cabin door

lookin’ at rain pounding on the water

recalling when i drove out ‘a drippin’ city

gathered speed and darted to Folsom

had a dream of mountains and pines

places where the corn cob blossom

fishing at the end of the pier

a guitar a rod and my stetson

dryin’ my clothes by the fire

in the land where roam free possum

I know after rain is gone

there’ll be new grass on the field

blueberry pie, cornbread meal

and the view from uphill

5 The bear

i read about the bear in your backyard

i read about his eyes and the fear in’em

i read about the fear in you

or was it passion?

did you save the tree?

did you mow the lawn?

did the blood dry up?

or did you leave before you could see

did Allison find a job in Chicago?

did you repaint the white window stills

or did the flowers bloom again?

ask Jenkins if the bears are still coming ‘round

or are they too scared to dare

as some of the stray bullets were meant for you

look at the claw marks

they were written for you

you alone could see the last writing of the bear

6 Postcard Canyons

Have you ever felt like you don’t belong?

Have you ever walked paths that were too long?

Have you ever pulled yourself by the hand?

Have you ever told your heart to stand?

I miss things i never found

countryscenes aboard a Greyhound

in my lap i could feel your hand

just layin’ there while Macks drove by

in dreams of postcard canyons

Have you seen the Ozarks and silverscreen deserts?

New Mexico’s blown sand goes higher than bullets

Have you heard the shootin’ at the ole’ ghost town?

They said dreams die faster when you shoot all around

dreams of postcard canyons

I want your trouble

I want your cold

I want to be everything you hold

I want your snow, your heat or rain

your roads and tracks on a hike or a train

Can i have your postcard canyons

in my dreams of postcard canyons?

7 Halford’s excuses

when i listen to your song

when i hum to your words

i feel the anger of a horse

you took words out of my mind

n’ sang about being left behind

preached love and loss

I carry no saddle nor harness

nothin’ but a heart that needs your touch

to mend wounds n’ heal the cut

your excuses shatter and stumble

in a time when you were so humble

how on earth can you be so uncertain

that time’s surely passin’

i feel the anger of a horse

you took words out of my mind

n’ sang about being left behind

preached love and loss

I can handle whatever delusion

the road brings ahead

I keep both feet on the ground

even if I stumble upon confusion

I won’t even pretend

if I don’t ever see you again

8 Could be you

No wood on the fireplace

not a single log to burn

an old ragged blanket

on my shoulders

wish it could be you

it could be you

could be you

the snow’s been fallin’ all through the winter

wind blows on the woods outside

the same old cat

sleepin’ wrapped on my feet

wish it could be you

it could be you

could be you

i walk to the window

look at trees covered in snow

waitin’ for the sky to turn blue

oh the sun...

guess it could be you

it could be you

could be you

guess it could be you

not a minute’s sleep but i’m dreamin’

tricks played by my mind

turn every warm feeling

into you

turned into you

in to you

10 Unless

You know i will kill you someday

i’ll pull the nails from your feet

pour hot lead in your throat

and cut your lips with a wirecutter

i’ll kill you someday

unless...

You know i will murder you one day

i’ll burn your chest with a hot iron

chop your fingers with an axe

and cut your body in the bathtub

i’ll hurt you someday

unless...

unless you show me some love

oh show that you love me

tell me how much

show me how much you care for me

you certainly love me

you’d better show me some love

i’ll put an end to our misery

unless you show me some love

11 bagged camelias

you know i have room to spare

empty space, a heart that needs its share

to mend wounds and heal the cut

valentine’s rag

a camelia in a bag

wrote my feelings

read what you meant

our love had been

written right across the screen

we’re alone out of so many ways

i never told you the color of my eyes

bagged camelias and bottled cats

buy cars and girls and snapshots of mars

sexy children and innocent stars

you can get it all n' delete the scars

with bagged camelias

bagged camelias

you said your hair hangs out a certain way

i said this is how i look anyway

do you have a skin?

do you leave a fingerprint?

are you for true?

won’t you give me a clue?