Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Trash Can (2013)

by Hallelujah The Hills

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Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Trash Can
Collected Singles, B-Sides, & Non-Album Tracks

Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Trash Can collects the singles, b-sides, and unreleased material from Hallelujah The Hills' storied “career” and lovingly places it all together in an order that plays out like the double album they never released. Much of the material is brand new, with 5 songs coming out of 2013 which is, as we know, a year that isn't even half over yet. The lead-off singles “Honey, Don't It All Seem So Phony” and “Confessions of an Ex-Ghost” waste no time ratcheting up the stakes, volume, and storytelling the band has often been accused of. For a guided tour of the proceedings, check out band leader Ryan Walsh's song-by-song notes:

hallelujahthehills.com/portrait/notes.html

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released May 7, 2013

REVIEWS


Captain's Dead – May 17, 2013

"They just put out a odds and sods double record that is made up of b-sides, non album tracks, etc and god damn if it aint better than most bands/artisits real records."

Clicky Clicky – May 8, 2013

"A brilliant lyricist and a cracking coterie of collaborators and it's easy to see why there's gold at every turn here."

Bucket Full Of Nails – May 6, 2013

"Much like a good work of fiction, Portrait of the Artist as a Young Trashcan warrants return visits. I’m already picturing dog-eared copies of this album years from now."

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Track Name: Honey, Don't It All Seem So Phony
Honey, Don't It All Seem So Phony


My twin teleprompters humming in the night

Trying to send a signal I should lose this fight

But I never took a fall and you’re probably right

This bout will yield nothing but losers



I saw you breaking down in a magazine

And I never told a soul what it meant to me

Now I’m on a mission fueled by LSD

Trying to break these patterns



© But I assure you

With a Capital A

We’re just players in a fake play

Honey, don’t it all seem some phony? ©



Ladies & gentlemen, may I introduce

Some darker side of me that’s gotten loose

He’s making the rounds, yeah it’s probably true

They say he looks exactly like me



While you’re back home making real life moves

I’m in a motel outside a Baton Rouge

Handing these pages to some local girl

“honey won't you read my manifesto?”



© But I assure you

With a Capital A

We’re just players in a fake play

Honey, don’t it all seem some phony? ©


I been running a marathon

It’s me vs. the hanger ons

We keep singing the same song

In the wrong key

I’m not here to deliberate

I’m not here to associate

I’m only trying to escape my fate

Though it’s not polite

But It could happen tonight


I’m gonna build a world that won’t fall apart

Does anybody wanna come with me?
Track Name: Country Before Kings
Country Before Kings

Knock, Knock here I am a civilian outpost
I've been dreaming for two
we look out for quicksand
cuz we bottle and rebrand
& return nightly home to you
c'mon Ghost-o, is this your card?
I've been rehearsing this trick for weeks
summoned and sunburned, enormously ticked off
I'd fade away if this wasn't sweet

Last night I figured out how this will work
and it's not some slight of hand
it's a different way not to die
you could trust me and try it for awhile

Country Before Kings! And Kings After:
1) This most pleasant evening
2) Your horoscope's meaning

I finally figured it out

For Christ's sake knock it off
the cameras are rolling
let's explore the least we could
two tandem sleepers
like twin engine heaters
hold a light & carry this through
this is no song, there is no guide
to lend a clue where we ought to be
exalted and poised to type out a paean
this isn't for the king it's for me

[backwards guitar solo]

Country Before Kings! And Kings After:
1) This most pleasant evening
2) Your horoscope's meaning

I finally figured it out
Track Name: Confessions Of An Ex-Ghost
Confessions Of An Ex-Ghost

Well I used to be a ghost
but I am no longer a ghost
there’s a way I was told
now I know it was true
now I want what I had
so I’ll take it from you
On my game and off the clock
What kind of mess turns you on?
Well, I used to be a ghost

You know I can’t recall my name (trap door looming in the morning sky)
I guess I threw it all away (split like heaven in the royal night)
I got lost (hit the lights )in the woods (far away)
Sat in capital thrones
I got shot (here’s a torch) by the dunes (c’mon man)
Walked the streets like a drone
In my prime but nodding off
What kind of wreck do you recall?
You know I can’t recall my name

I'm coming back not without injuries
I'll make my repairs up on your roof
you lost hope when you read my obituary
i'm here to tell you the papers were faked
the threw some mannequin in a lake
if you moved on well you made a mistake

I used to be a ghost
but I am no longer a ghost
Track Name: Meet Me In The Car
Here we go
Sno-Cone Baby, I love you in the morning
Sweetest Lows
KO, Uncle, I'll meet you in the driveway

Watch this space
unseen terrors crashing into our lives
boxes check
but no more spark than any average romance

Go ahead and hook me to the polygraph
we got a lot of people hoping for the best

I remember this!
Don't mention the odds
Meet me in the car

I am the setting sun
You are the rising moon
Track Name: The Three Minute Mark
Pour me a drink

Let me explain the wall paper

It’s not impossible to translate this dream

You’ve kept it afloat

Tell me about some love affair

It’s maybe the case that it won’t bother me now


We once had our best interests

Stripped & tied to some American sound


Just press record

We’ll cover mistakes with harmonies

It’s not impossible to sing what you mean

But it might be the last thing that we need


I caught some heat in the reviews

When I betrayed American sounds

I’m calling from the club’s phone

In a bad part of some American town

I met the man who played you every song

That some American found

We once had our best interests

Stripped and tied to some American sound


I’ll need about 3 minutes / to explain / just how / I feel for you now
Track Name: Some Of Them We Lost
Some Of Them We Lost

For the kids, at the time
these decisions all seemed right
when the militant party lines
said, "you're coming with us and we'll show you how to shine a light"
so some went ahead with a certain look in their eyes

Was it me or was it you
that convinced us that we knew
which parts we made up on the spot
now the translator has some interesting words for the press
i'll explain it again though I think that you all know the rest

And some of them we lost when the city turned its lights out
but all of them were still screaming "yeah! yeah! yeah!"
Hey Man, you're alive
Track Name: Amateurs
LYRICS

Big time issues in air tight jars
There’s a furnace fuel that can outpace cars
We all made the cut so let’s break some laws
Can you turn me up in the speakers?

We’re amateurs but we speak like pros
If you leave by dusk can you leave me a note?
We both know the score but keep hitting the ropes
Can you deal with unconditional clauses?

No more light sources from the to and the fro
We’re coming out loud & clean
Making the most of the moves, oh

A-M-A-T-E-U-R-S

Later on we killed some time
Kicking down some doors on the company’s dime
The mystery’s here to be thrashed and mined
Can we almost hit the edge of the pulse point?

Make like millions & speak with care
There’s a suit laid out for a formal affair
They can’t spot a novice if he acts like an heir
And an heir only acts as he pleases

No more short cuts through the halls of the king
We’re coming out loud & clean
Making the most of the moves, oh

A-M-A-T-E-U-R-S

Amateurs! Amateurs! We wish you well, we wish you well

“We’re Amateurs”

A-M-A-T-E-U-R-S
Track Name: Introductory Saints
gentlemen
he said forever
so we can talk about it, talk about it
talk about it 'till it's all akimbo

and if it's true that we've all forgotten something
you can take a potent memory pill
and we can reconstruct the past with a sail and a mast
and we'll float on into the sunset

our phones our wide open
introductory saints
you are the secretary of my security
and I'm the czar of whatever it takes
and darlin' one of us, one of us
one of us is one of them

watch your weapons
there are those who do covet
and the last thing we need is an obituary feed
that scrolls with names that we all know

and if it's true that we've all forgotten something
you can take a potent memory pill
and you'll remember why you're hear and you'll cry in your beer
'cause the next week is gonna be rough

our phones our wide open
introductory saints
you are the secretary of my security
and I'm the czar of whatever it takes
and darlin' one of us, one of us
one of us is one of them
Track Name: That Ticking Sound You Hear
I saw your name
on a blacklist in the city
assembled outright by committee
they play to win, they play to win
I've come around

out of my mind
out of context, on a substance
in the bathroom of your apartment
I've got a note from a doctor
that this is allowed

and all of these unbelievable villains
come my way
they hold up photos
they say they know you
you and I

and that ticking sound hear
let's pay it no mind
let's pay it no mind
Track Name: The Girls Are Here
LYRICS

The girls are here
The rules have changed
To the streets, up the hill, over plains
Come on team
So I can feel
Lost, harassed, and new

There’s nothing
They’ve shown us
We’d kill to have
There's nothing like this at all

Come on team
So I can feel
Lost, harassed, and new


To the trustees of a verified nation
Where have you been, what have we done?
To the old friends who scavenge for an anecdote
Rummage no more, we’ve got one for you
And Here’s to the predictions of amateurs
Their net cast so wide, their Hail Mary moves
And what creeps in the dark resides in all of us
Keep transcripts and notes and meet me out back

Ooooooooh
Caress me now
And I'll come back again

The girls are here
The rules have changed
To the streets, up the hill, over plains

Come on team
So I can feel
Lost, harassed, and new

Whatever it is in the way
Tear it down - make the time
Come on out for the week
Bring the wife - no regrets