Laddie

by HI & The Hometeam

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Laddie is a pocket-sized collection of
ballads and miniature misfits,
performed by the most Original of higher education Gangsters,
The Hometeam.
Because we cant stop.

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released April 29, 2016

Multiple instruments performed by members of The Hometeam:
Cody Coppin
Matt Howard
Seth Gibbs

SALADO track 4: special guest, Jimmy Wildcat on bass

Recorded at Shine Studios ATX
and Sweetheart Studios ATX
by Cody Coppin, Matt Howard, Seth Gibbs
Mixed and Mastered at Sweetheart Sudios by Seth Gibbs

Album artwork: Nate Ulmer

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Hope Irish Austin, Texas

Hope Irish is an Austin Texas based musician and songwriter who stumbles the jagged line between slop and pop.

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Track Name: Lullaby of La Mer
Lullaby lullaby from the deep
lullaby lullaby I cant sleep
lie to me, I'd like to be
living still, lullaby, hear me weep

I was young roses were in my cheeks
fell in love with a man of the sea
waves could crash inside his eyes
at those depths, lullaby, who'd stay dry

He found a ship, said that it sailed at dawn
found a crew, begged me to come along
clouds came rolling with the sun
I left my family and boarded on

How could I know the ship was stolen
how could he lie, my bow is broken
onward we fly, is this what I've chosen:
to live or die by the rules of the ocean

The Royal Navy hunts us now
we go as fast as we know how
cannon fire and musket shot
my breast blooms heavy, red, then hot
o'er the rail into the sea
the waves from his eyes
are all that I can breathe

Deeper, faster, darker down
what do you see when you must drown
lights above from powder-shot
and flames that couldn't burn too hot
for all the silent green between
the way they bend becomes so obscene

Lullaby lullaby from the deep
lullaby lullaby I cant sleep
lie to me, I'd like to be
living still, lullaby, hear me weep
Track Name: Old Lovers
I've never let go of a lover
I'm in everyone's arms at the same time
I'll just keep adding on others
until I fill up or I die
whichever comes first
though, I'm sure I'll just burst
and that's where I'll finally lie
when I finally die
Track Name: Portuguese Summer
o-o-o-o-o-o-o

"The axe severed his head
on the battlefield
Portuguese summer
Portuguese summer..."

out on the front porch with a cigarette
and a dirty Bordeaux
what can you show me
deep silt in the glass
of some dark thing to pass

I laid down the book and took a good look down the road
and I saw dust rising up, rolling my way
a truck, dog in the back
with a shot-gun on the rack
a truck, dog in the back
with a shot-gun on the rack

I called out,
"Daniel come quick, hurry hide the stash!"
he said we'd be fine
that they promised more time

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

The truck was idling low as two men stepped out
they said,
"Miss we need to speak to your man, seems he didn't follow the plan..."

Well the truck back-fires
and Dan's so tired,
he shoots
and he shoots
now the chest of one man is half on my hand
Bordeaux and blood and barking in the sun

The other man would be face-down
if he had one
he soaks the ground
Bordeaux and blood and barking in the sun
Oh Dan, what have you done
Oh Dan, what have you done

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

"The axe severed his head
on the battlefield
Portuguese summer
Portuguese summer..."
Track Name: Salado
Cow-pies and cactus
Are what I grew up with
Cedar and oak
Fill my first memories
They reach to each other
Like old worn-out lovers
Just looking for comfort
No heat in their need

Dirt roads at sunset
Black cows at the Simonette's
Red cardinal singing
On our windowsill
Hiking the lake trail
Climbing the soft shale
First true thirst felt
And then drinking my fill

Fish fries on Saturday nights
Home games and family fights
Heatwaves
Cicadas
Are what I am made of
Cold springs on hot summer nights
Tales told by campfire light
Wood-smoke and legend
Are woven in my skin
Ahh-ooo

Tadpoles swim beneath the underpass
Thunder clicks and they swim faster
Old trucks and the smell of gasoline
Summertime and sunburned shoulders
The town got small as I got older
I had to leave

Fish fries on Saturday nights
Home games and family fights
Heatwaves
Cicadas
And all I was made of
Cold springs on hot summer nights
Tales told by campfire light
Wood-smoke and legend
Were taken from my skin
Ahh-ooo