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Our Hearts are Gold, Our Grass is Blue

by Greenland is Melting

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Greenland is Melting's breakout album, recorded by the ever-talented Rob McGregor in their sweaty, swampy home of Gainesville, FL. Honesty and accessibility reign on this autobiographical description of touring through the Southeast and the lives of the boys armed with banjos, improvised instruments and three-part harmonies. Enjoy!

This album is also available on Vinyl format in the Paper + Plastick Records webstore!

Band Contact/Booking:
greenlandismelting@gmail.com

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released September 17, 2009

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Track Name: From City to Town
I've still got some dues to pay and bills keep coming everyday.
But it won't be times to regret cause it ain't work unless you sweat.
I came outta the cold rain like a dog that broke its' chain.
And I still got a long long drive, 4 or so hours down 75.
I got a flower growing by my side,
and at this point I'd say it's at least chin high.
Wherever I may go, though I may never know, it makes me feel at home.

We met some friends recently, that have such generosity.
They give us food, a place to stay, keep us close when we're away.
And I don't know where I'd like to be, where I'm comfortable, the Grand Marquee.

Yet the year's gone on by and the wheel's spinning eye is the only thing that's keeping us high.

And I know that I'll always be alright, as long as I got them singing boys by my side.
We drive from city to town still trying to figure out just what we have found.
Track Name: No More Sorry Songs
I swear I'm sick of sorry songs and sobbin on the phone and guitars can only distract you from yourself for so long. I Barely recognize the difference there between right and wrong, it come and goes and leaves me broke and God's the only one that knows it's not my fault I swear to God it's not my fault.

I've been losing sleep and drugs and thoughts and time and tiny pieces of my mind that you borrowed without asking me though I don't need them right now, I am so goddamned tired of all the lies we're tellin to ourselves.

I keep a box in my room filled with everything that you ever gave me or anything that reminds me of you, I keep it lock out of sight with hopes that one day I might pluck up the courage to sit down and write this letter to you . You'll keep it locked in a drawer by your bedside, you may never read it but it makes you glad to know that it's there, and you'll stare at the words that I wrote with my own two hands words I never had the courage to say, this is life at a pace that will crush us all right back to where we began, this is hope in the form of a song that no one should ever hear. Nothing for certain though, only one thing I know is true, I got all of these little things, but he's still got you. But don't you know that?
Track Name: No More Apologies
I don't know if I will see or remember what was said as I was laying next yo you in the bed. But we talked into the night, until outside was shining bright. By then I was just a bit sober, and I thought I saw myself drown in alcohol but it was just a dream and it will come eventually. And I'm sick of singing all these songs for me, So i think that I'll sing this one for you. And all the Wrong that I have done, I tried to fix within a song. Lord knows that's not where apologies belong. So lets kick back and throw the dice and try to get this one right, by then I may be a bit sober.
Track Name: The Kitchen Song
I had this beard before I met you but don't let that hesitate you or turn you away. I always curse under my breath, a habit I would like to forget. Maybe turn into a better man. No, no, no, we don't have the songs for the radio, but we have the songs for the kitchen that our friends know. I have this football cap by my side, it helps keep me feeling alright, oh how I cherish allof your time and I hope that you cherish mine. No, no, no, we don't have the songs for the radio, but we have the songs for the basement that our friends know. No, no, no we don't have the songs for the radio, but we have the songs for the backyard that our friends know.
Track Name: Everyone Wants to Go to Heaven, but...
woahhhh
Track Name: No One Wants to Die
I wish I wish my love were free and sat below the magnolia tree, but me poor girl is dead and gone and the green grass grows o'er the graves below. And I ain't heard, nor never will be, till the sweet apple grows on the sour apple tree. I wish I wish my love had died and set her soul to wander free. Then we might meet where ravens fly and let our poor bodies rest in peace. And I ain't heard no never ill be till the sweet apple grows on the sour apple tree. And I ain't heard nor never will be till the sweet apple grows on the sour apple tree.
Track Name: Hotel Floors
Ran outta town like a prisoner from jail, said you better hide or change your hair. I swear we're innocent and done nothing at all, no I really don't want to have to shave. I changed my socks three times today, my clothes are wet and the skies are grey. Now we can't find a place to sleep, get me some whiskey, it's been a long day. Hillsborough, Tanglewood, hotel floors, we don't need nothing more. We can spare some time for a little drive in North Carolina an old mountain climb. To a pink rock with some good ol' friends. Now that was a pretty sight right boys? I was young then and I'm not much older, but I've been so many places and I've met so many faces. Though we may be gone the next day we'll still try to make the most of our stay. Hillsborough, Tanglewood, hotel floors, we don't need nothing more. No we don't want to leave nothing behind.
Track Name: Already Gone
I sat on the hood of a broke down car on I 95, admiring all those tiny specks in the night sky and wonderin' how the light from 14 billion years ago could come to haunt me now and how everything I love will be gone before they ever go out and I don't know why I'm leavin, but I don't even know where I'm gonna go. But I'm already gone. And these thoughts and all these things you said you know that they will never be the same and I know that we were happy but I feel like things are better off this way so don't count on me I'm never coming home. Then all of a sudden I saw lights descending from above and a warmth engulfed me like a lick of breath off a thousand suns and then I head voices in my mind telling me that I was safe and that everything will eventually turn out just fine. Then I saw the Earth fade to a star, a Heart of Blue in a sea of endless dark, and now I'm already gone.
Track Name: Jaundiced Eye
Though I may be a crippled boy, I can still move a few steps and those dominoes fallin in line cal still count the number of times. That I saw this pretty girl a shine, hair so soft and eyes so fine, they blended right into the sky and I could only hope that she'd be mine. But I wasn't so sure if what I saw was right cause you can't trust a man with a wandering eye. I always take a few drinks to ease my mind but I don't know if it'll work this time. I know it's not true but, it's damned hard to fight when your confession is in but, the prayers not right. if I'll ever see this girl again, walk sometime hand in hand, well, it's sure hard do make an end if you never really did begin. And I wasn't so sure if what i saw war right cause you can't trust a man with a jaundiced eye. I always take a few drinks to ease my mind, but I don't know if it'll work this time.
Track Name: Wayfaring Stranger
I am a poor wayfaring stranger, traveling through this world of woe. But there's no sickness nor toil or danger, in that fair land to which I go. I'm going home to see my mother, I'm going home no more to roam. I am just going over Jordan, I am just going over home. I know dark clouds will hover o'er me, I know my pathway is rough and steep. But golden fields lie out before me, where weary eyes no more will weep. I'm going home to see my father, I'm going home no more to roam, I am just going over jordan, I am just going over home. I'll soon be free from every trial, this form shall rest beneath the sod. I'll bear my cross of self denial, and enter in that home with God. I'm going home to see my savior, I'm going home, no more to roam, I am just going over Jordan, I am just going over home.
Track Name: Blood on the Banjo
I know, I know, if there's blood on the banjo tonight, then I really must have been doing something right. I know, I know that I'll be awfully cold when I get outta that aquifer with a cleaner soul. I know, I know what I see may not be true but, I sure as hell know that my grass is blue. I know, I know if my fingers bleed tonight, then I sure as hell must have been doing something right. I know, I know our souls may not be old but I sure as hell know that our hears are made of gold, I know, I know what I see may not be true, but I sure as hell know that our grass is blue. gold, blue, gold.