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Every Pilot's Blinded By The Sun

by The Riffbrokers

your better angels are keeping you from having any fun you cant play the angles your focus groups and agents fool no one a bell fades a colder wind of distant use and lost reward you've been wired into this desire you can no longer afford when are you gonna find access? when are you gonna come clean? when does that opportunity door fly open? that old man may need you the facts have moved to 34th and Spring a covert operation at his age might be just the bell to ring
ANOTHER GUIDE just as sure as im breathin i'm hurtin like a child teethin hurts worse when i see you this way its gonna take some gettin used to saw ya sittin there in the sun you kept it hidden from everyone you even kept it from me or is it that im hard of hearing CH: now I know there's no two ways to think about it you cant hear me until i shout it find another ride another guide to fly away with you. dont know what youre goin through afraid ill be no help to you just take your time and figure it out You're better in the dark stumblin dont know just where we'll land the cute talk gets out of hand take your phone and you type a reply everyone you touch has to suffer ly everyone you touch has to suffer
What was it now that she was lookin for In the lost and found? She cant fall down from down When was it that she lost her whereabouts When did she have her doubts About that shortest route? When will she learn that love does not surround me And she can never drown me Cuz she cant fall down from down You take your shoes off You'd like to linger Tell yourself youd never do it again Take the ring off Your itchy finger Takes twice as long to feel it again She cant figure it out, its foreign to her It throws her off her rhythm He cant reason it out, he’s locked up inside His mind is like a prison I got more dirt than time now on my hands And im sadder than ten country western bands when will she learn my best days are behind me and they will never find me.
Somewhere in time between night’s end And the new days shoes I wake up in Turn my face to yours, chase the darkness out the door I don’t suppose we gave it host Or meant to, now it’s in too close The night grows short a few more spins, the days grow wide and bright again Ch. Calling all the charlatans, we’re looking for the lucky ones One too many standoffs have begun Shaking all the statues down, aint it funny how they turn around Everybody’s blinded by the sun I didn’t mean to cheer so loud When being cheerful’s not allowed The future is a tightrope wound, the slowest learners hit the ground I burnt the scene with you asleep The one good mattress soul to keep The night grows short a few more spins, the days grow wide and bright again Rpt. Chorus The envelope was written wrong The numbers shouldn’t take this long The nighttime drives the sky and then The morning sheds its starry skin
Mindset 03:16
It’s a mindset hard to crawl back from its an old road ive grown many weeds on its a wound that you never really fully heal from there's a need you dont feed it becomes a time bomb and I'm one I Dont feel theres a side for me to come down on after all your tributaries emptied on me so long theres a paragraph i cant get a backspace from theres a wooden match that my argument is made of let go of it, its made up
his life is hard to look at he keeps a filthy house his son is there to cook for at least for now his eyes are on a tv there s people laughin there the picture's so hard to see gets lost in the air i know he's happy to see me our visits further apart nowhere to go but forgiven a strange way to start but- the history's shown that the bottom is sand bagged i finally got my way... he lives on state highway 20 he counts the cars flyin by someday its mine pullin up he pulls the curtain aside i'll bring some beer and some brandy some smokes and tune the guitar we'll drink and sing 'Blue Umbrella' there's no banjo part, but that hardly matters.. I finally get my way we put that hurt away we've got remaining days might not be a next time it disappears like a rail line so bring the beer and the brandy the smokes and tune that guitar let's drink and sing Blue Umbrella work out that harmony part.
remember when you came along it was a time when i was so weary of the circus and the throng the dimmer lights were always near me we biked along the oven street more to movin than the heat ch find a new scene mama please forgive the worst in me. burn that last bridge mama send that fishbowl out to sea and I know it'd break your heart if I told you what was on my mind if i told you about the part the part of me that I was tryin to find frozen wells once wished upon drenched in mono all along
Had no idea how you fell for me Couldn’t see past my own sphere We shared our thoughts so tacitly Cant see your breath on the mirror Ch: I had certain tricks up my sleeve They worked unexpectedly Saturday stranded me empty handed my intuitions came true Didn’t expect to affect you this way Thought we were rubber and glue Chorus The sun doesn’t shine on me very friendly It hasn’t done so in days Don’t know what I’d do without your company If that all got erased. Chorus.
well she came from a railroad town the fields were a Rothko brown she laid out from end to end watch how her middle track bends See how your little world ends well the saints got a thing to say The old folks they like it that way they count their blessings every day but you better leave this railroad town you are foolish to wait around for such things Well the sagebrush hasnt changed much and the mountains cannot lie bruce willis cannot will this it cannot die Well the graveyards turned to pasture Under cowshit and the clouds The fireants will have their pastime They’re holdin’ out. Bet your ass they’re holdin’ out For such time
Say you’ll tell me something I’ll understand You never really wanted to hold my hand I’m no Smokey Robinson its plain to see You never really had a hold on me Ch. I was never finished fixin a hole No one was in my tree I want done for me whats done for you The grass is greener feelin blue Starin at the smoke detector up all night It sits like a thought collector screwed in tight
There must be someone I can turn to Someone like me, lonely too All my life I´ve been alone, got no friends, got no home and there must be someone I can turn to Well all my so called friends have turned their backs on me They were lookin´ for someone I just couldn´t be Let them go and have their fun, unaware of the harm they´ve done and there must be someone I can turn to Now if all the tears that I should have cried are still inside me Why can´t a man be accepted for what he has to be Must I live my whole life through not knowin´ what to do Oh there must be someone I can turn to Turn to, turn to, turn to Oh there must be someone I can turn to Turn to, turn to, turn to
Thank You (free) 03:25
when the shade of night comes down across my window and i find myself thinkin about your eyes you know i can feel where your heart is and what youre thinkin I want to thank you for giving every kind of loving that i know in the evening children sing their midnight song and i find myself thinkin about your eyes you know i can feel where your heart is and what youre thinkin I want to thank you for giving every kind of loving that i know soon i'll see what love can be you saw that when you met me soon i'll see what I can be I'll love you if you let me, woah yeah. when the shade of night comes down across my window and i find myself thinkin about your eyes you know i can feel where your heart is and what youre thinkin I want to thank you for giving every kind of loving that i know


The Riffbrokers’ fifth album begins with the same elements that shaped their sound over a decade ago: harmonica, 12-string Rickenbacker, and a sweet blend of acoustic and electric guitars. Organ and piano figure more prominently with the contribution of Fred Speakman. Guests abound including Britt Speakman and Greg Collinsworth on vocals, and Ben Jones from Low Land High on pedal steel. Songs like ‘Better Angels’, ‘Forgive The Worst In Me’, and ‘Mindset’ are classic Riffbrokers powerpop, echoing The Byrds and Tom Petty. Decidedly un-Riffbrokerish chords dominate ‘Down From Down’ and ‘Another Guide’. The twangy half of the equation is present in ‘Rothko Brown’ and the two ‘60’s covers; ‘Thank You’ by The Remains, and ‘There Must Be Someone’ by the Gosdin Bros.

"Seattle's Riffbrokers are back with their fifth full-length, and it's more of the same no-nonsense power pop/classic rock that they have become masters at. Their sound is equal parts Tom Petty and The Replacements with a dash of Exile-era Stones thrown in, and the rocking "Better Angels" is the definitive proof of this amalgam. Nick Millward has just the right voice for this style of rock, and his bandmates provide a killer rhythm section. No bad tracks here, but more equal than others are the rocker "Mindset", the soulful "Calling All The Charlatans" and the catchy album closer "Thank You". No, thank you, Riffbrokers, for keeping the rock flame burning." absolutepowerpop.blogspot.com June 13, 2011

"This is this Seattle band’s 5th release and is yet another strong effort. For about a decade now, they have consistently delivered their uncompromising brand of garage/power pop with one solid release after another. This LP is no exception .It’s a fine collection of thoughtful songs by one of roots rocks most underrated acts. With an almost total disregard for fashion , the redoubtable Nick Millward and company forge on delivering their timeless brand of power twang. A lot of influences come to mind when listening to this record (Elvis Costello, The Jayhawks to name a couple). The Lyrics on this record are brilliantly understated and on songs like the poignant “Hard to Look At “ & “Please Forgive the Worst In Me” , Millward’s voice sounds like a whiskey filled, double pumper carburetor . He also once again wins indie rock’s annual Graham Parker Glass is Half Empty Trophy as he gripes on “Down from Down” the album’s third track, “ I’ve got more dirt than time now on my hands and I’m sadder than ten country western bands.” Although this release displays the band’s trademark first-rate songwriting, they also chose to lay down two souped up Gosdin Brother tunes to close out the album. Over the years this band has shuffled a few different players through the lineup, but the husband and wife team of Nick and Heather Millward continue to scratch out a place for themselves and march on with guitar straps around their necks and hearts on their sleeves. Most buzz bands don’t really deserve half the hype they get , The Riffbrokers do! " -DANIEL CRAIG www.daggerzine.com June 6. 2011


released May 6, 2011

Nick Millward- vocals, guitar, harmonica, glockenspiel
Heather Millward- bass, vocals
Eric Olson- guitar
Ryan Maxwell- drums, guitar, tambourine, vocals
Fred Speakman- organ, piano
Britt Speakman- vocals
Ben Jones- pedal steel
Greg Collinsworth- vocals

Produced by Ryan Maxwell and The Riffbrokers
Recorded by Ryan Maxwell and Steve Anderson
Nov. 2010-Apr. 2011
Mastered by Kurt Bloch


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The Riffbrokers Seattle, Washington

Northwest powerpop twang outfit formed 1999, Boise Idaho. Band nucleus Nick and Heather Millward moved to Seattle the following year. They've traveled the land since and released over five full length albums on their homemade label Unsmashable Records.

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