Sun Porch Session

by Mohawk Dutch

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We recorded these tracks live with one mic in the middle of the room. They're all true stories.

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released June 18, 2012

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Mohawk Dutch Suffern, New York

Conor Clavell- Drums/Vocals
Greg Ferguson- Bass
Eugene Gardner- Vocals/Guitar
Danny Tyler- Guitar

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Track Name: Birds
It's 4 a.m., done it again
Birds are chirpin out my window
And I should be out cold.
You'd think with all these songs about wasting time,
We'd start to know better, we never knew better...

So much in bloom, spring came too soon.
I'm thawin out, the going's tough,
But I'll get there soon enough.
Spent a season watching leafless silhouettes,
I wish that they'd stay ugly, I'm not ready for em yet.

We're young enough to hope, old enough to regret.
Some friends are growin up, some are already dead.
That spark is gone it seems, the excuse for every breath.
A drink for every dream, I kiss and then forget,
Kiss and then forget...


The pictures remind me, of where I'm never at.
There's that one from Sebago, smile and a bag.
It was bought in a country I'll never see, with money I'll never earn.
And it's no one's fault but mine

I'm runnin low on hope, stocked up with regret.
Feel like a fucking joke, but it sure beats bein dead
That punch you never threw, a line left in the dirt,
Well wake the fuck up son. It's 5 a.m., time to get to fuckin work
Track Name: Clear Hearts, Full Eyes (Organ Dub)
You wouldn't talk or turn, and I don't blame you.
The subpar Woodstock stories the old driver told,
Gave excuse to unease, and hands on our knees.

We stumbled home, ignoring the crowds and the moon.
You kicked me out I got pissed and I puked on your shoes.
Stacked up my cans, emptied out yours,
The mornin'll clean us up.

These pulls we surrender to block out the flaws in our plans,
Clear eyes and full hearts don't always go hand in hand.
My memories hazy but lately I think I recall,
That the sweetness we had, wasn't too sweet after all.

Late August moon, lit up that lawn as I left.
I breathe in hot air, mixed with the sting in my chest.
Laughed to myself, and like a fool I thought,
I'd actually see you again.


These pulls we surrender to block out the flaws in our plans,
Clear eyes and full hearts don't always go hand in hand.
My memories hazy but lately I think I recall,
That the sweetness we had, wasn't too sweet after all.
Track Name: Flesh and Blood
You ain't flesh or blood no more.
You're the feelin when no one answers a knock at the door.
You are smoke, weavin in and makin me stink.

You approach when I am off my guard,
Like the way a pedal steel creeps in from the dark.
Like How carnivals and bad Christmas presents always make me sad.

Cause ghosts are kinda like God, they're both just in our heads,
And that don't make em, no it don't make em,
Don't make em any less real.

I close my eyes, but sleep's not safe.
In my dreams I climb wet stairs while fangs give chase.
And the cuts on my heels when I wake are no surprise.

Cause dreams are kinda like God, they're both just in our heads,
And that don't make em, no it don't make em,
Don't make em any less real.

I'm a puppet to all those ghosts I knew, and the dreams that crawl in to light.
Invisible strings and voices that ring like hope dragged into the night.
Track Name: Rusty Staples
The broken heart's on you,
The broken hand's on me.
And so are all those nights where I can't stand or speak.
When you're holdin hands for direction, not affection,
You go out lookin for answers, pass out with more questions.

Went out for a drink, get some revenge at least.
It's too bad liquid courage doesn't apply to me.
Went out for a smoke, tryin hard not to choke.
Was yellin at the sky the whole night and I came home hoarse and broke.

You told me not to call you "Darlin" anymore.
Well don't you flatter yourself, I'd use the same name for a whore.
And if I meant that little to you, after all this time,
Well you're just another rusty staple on a telephone pole,
The shit that's left behind.

You're crazy if you think, I'm gonna answer that phone.
I'd rather lay right here bloodied up and crushed, and all alone.
Cause if I learned one thing, from all those ups and downs,
It's that they don't add up and I know you never wanted me around.

You told me not to call you "Darlin" anymore.
Well don't you flatter yourself, I'd use the same name for a whore.
And if I meant that little to you, after all this time,
Well you're just another rusty staple on a telephone pole,
The shit that's left behind.

The faces come and go, but my staples stay.
I just hope you realize what you left when you went away.
Track Name: Marlboro Marine
You might survive their firepower, just don't get electrocuted in your shower,
All the guns in the world won't help you.
Your body's at home but soon you'll see,
Your soul's still burnin in the desert heat,
No more more peaceful nights for you

Killing zones, here at home, shattering their lives,
This is where they once lived, send em back to paradise.

The Marlboro Marine didn't die, he just joined the ranks of those dead inside.

You're sick and tired and paranoid so,
You rest with a gun hidden under your pillow,
Incessant fear blankets you.
You'll never again get to see your wife,
You scared her away with your drunken nights,
No more future waiting for you

Killing zones, here at home, shattering their lives,
This is where they once lived, send em back to paradise.

The Marlboro Marine didn't die, he just joined the ranks of those dead inside.