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A Southern Blue

by Track A Tiger

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Bluebird 02:52
I feel all the weight you want to bring down to me, oh, you want to bring down to me. My little bluebird, she don’t love me. My little bluebird, I can’t save her. My little bluebird, I don’t love her. My little bluebird, she can’t save me. All she wants to do lie in the sun. All she wants to do is fly in the sun.
Out of a southern blue I split myself into your last six songs of sorrow that saved me. And tore through love the same way I did. I gave myself up lost. I followed your sweet cry, a sound that slowly died and drown me while angels stepped around the fallen. I held my held up high. The weight was on my side. I can feel you here alone beside me, a fool who waits so long in hiding. We tried to hide all night and split ourselves into the last six songs of sorrow that saved us. And tore through love the same way.
I’m over my head in love with the story I told her to keep. I wouldn’t want it back now listen. She didn’t even stay for the ending. She never really cared for the end. We try to face the fallen. We fly like stars alone. But the best chance that I can see is the last chance she gave to me. This change is unkind it’s the same as mine. Eyes turn fire and now she’s fine. I know that the sun likes to set with her inside the day. She rises late and slowly to make her mind up she says that no one knows and anything goes.
Go back and start again. You better rise up when I come in. You’re pretty tall for a girl. Oh, I’m pretty tall for a boy. So take my hand and lead me to sane, lead me away from it all. What’s the dirty little secret between the moon and you? Why do you walk over things, broken shiny little things? You better take my hand and lead me to sane, lead me away from it all.
Over the radio I hear your voice so small and blue. If I had something to say would you hear me out and not take words back? Your eyes have had it now go away. Get some sleep while I stay. It’s too late, too late slow down. Let’s starve, go mad and lose ourselves. Has your mind gone away or found a home where you know what’s true? Don’t you feel young and strange as we move on out on our own?
Far away the sun sets on and your tears they fall like rain. But the wind won’t hear you cry or carry you home tonight. Then tell me why the stars come down so early and the thousand ways you’re sorry. Again and again you’re sorry. You wanted a war but you lost your will. Don’t run, don’t fight, don’t fear. There’s nothing left to find. I won’t leave your love behind.
Meet me at the western gate, standing tall alone against the break. Go and listen for the call, measured slow and shot down from the wall. I am not yours, I’m not lost in you. There’s another fool who took my place. I am not yours, I’m not lost in you. There’s another fool who took my place and let beauty rust, who took my place and let all your beauty rust. Fortune finds you better still, spirit bright and born against your will. Because hell is more than paradise rushing down along the other side.
She lives so loud she won’t play dead, a spark that’s gone and love that bled. She slowly opens her loose hand, but she’ll never know how wrong I am again. She won’t let go. Where are all the years we walked between? Every time she turned and made a scene. I count them up and divide the days. What’s left is hers, what’s mine is too late. She won’t let go.
The Altar 02:25
I don’t know why you want to run me. I don’t know why you’re sad and lonely. Where are the wise boys that want to own you? If there’s a light they’ll surely find you. They’ll find you. Don’t waste your words on one another. There’s not enough to even bother. Don’t believe what those boys are saying. Their love is blind, baby, their love is crazy.
When your eyes burn wide open they are beauty. They are everything that I remember about you. But they lie about everything.


TRACK A TIGER’S fourth full-length album, A Southern Blue, is an up-tempo collaboration of sweet energetic harmony. The sound? The Faces and Fleetwood Mac time warp to jam with Broken Social Scene and Low. Bumpy dance loops mixed with live drums, keys, guitars, banjo, ukulele, pedal steel and cello. From the hypnotic opener 'Bluebird', to the Cars-like 'You’re Pretty Tall For a Girl', to the slow-core twang of 'The Altar' and 'Starve, Go Mad', A Southern Blue is sure to make you move. Always a collaborate DIY affair, this album started in Chicago's Coal to Cola Studio and ended at futureappletree studios in Davenport, Iowa.

“Track a Tiger lures you in with its Low-like vocals, then lulls you with an Iron & Wine-y twang.” - Magnet

“Conjuring the best moments of Yo La Tengo, Ida, and other champions of atmospheric indie pop.” - Pop Matters

“A beautiful myriad of indie pop and slowcore … sonically textured, alluring sounds and harmonies.” - Smother


released November 1, 2011

AJ LANDMAN keys, piano
MIKE ROTH drums, vocals
ADAM SMITH banjo, bass, guitars, keys, vocals
PAT STOLLEY bass, drums, keys, vocals
DAN TYACK pedal steel
JIM VALLET banjo, bass, guitars, keys, ukulele, vocals


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