at the feet of old bristlecone

by Joshua Lowe and The Juncos

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about

"Ripping their way through the American roots music landscape in high-energy style, the Santa Cruz-based Juncos are a down-home band that is more throwback than revival. With an appreciation for the acoustic life and a gather-'round-the-mic-y'all recording style, this is a group that understands the strength of a good song and how to let it stand on it's own. They can coax the sweet out of some harmonies, get the floorboards jumping with their foot-stomping tunes and wind their way through just about any roots-based genre. From jug music and rockabilly to folk, honkytonk and old-timey, the Juncos whip up a thick and hearty musical stew." - SC Weekly, June 2011

"Joshua Lowe (lead singer and songwriter) has one foot in the American roots past with songs about down and out drunkards, sick of love ramblers, and snow bound ghosts. With a sense for both storytelling and poetics Joshua Lowe has been dubbed "his generations Woody Guthrie, a great teller of tales," by the infamous acoustic engineer, Cookie Marenco, co-founder of Blue Coast Records and owner of OTR studios in Belmont, CA. (bluecoastrecords.com)

"There’s a homegrown sensibility about The Juncos. Perhaps it’s their name—a little local bird that’s busy, territorial, not particularly shy, but also not well known. Or perhaps it’s the resonant chord that strikes deep within the band: no matter what befalls the world at large, The Juncos will keep playing. Spearheaded by locals Josh Lowe (banjo, guitar and vocals) and Jeff Kissell (double bass and vocals), The Juncos are the assimilation of indie roots, Americana, old jazz standards, jug band, honky-tonk, bluegrass, field hollers, and the occasional Pogues tune. Gathered around a wooden table, cluttered with tattooed forearms and beer, at one of their favorite haunts—The Crepe Place—Kissell finds parallels for their timeless acoustic tunes: “I think there is a strong connection between punk and American roots music. We are not beholden to any given style. Like punk, we are based on people just getting together and playing, and not going to school to study it. We play for people to have a good time and it comes from all these other forms—the punk rock idea of ‘just do it,’ and if you don’t know how to do it, figure out how to do it.” From street corners to folk festivals, these troubadours have no intention of clipping their wings. - Good Times, July 2011

email: thejuncosmusic@gmail.com
website: www.thejuncos.com
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credits

released 10 July 2010
All songs written by Joshua Lowe and Arranged by The Juncos except "Jesus Gonna Make Up My Dyin' Bed" (traditional) Arranged by The Juncos.

Joshua Lowe - lead vocals, guitar, tenor banjo
Chris Lynch - violin, mandolin, piano, harmony vocals
Jeff Kissell - double bass, harmony vocals
Artwork - Jeremy Lowe
photo - Jordan Swank

This session was recorded live in the studio directly to 2" analog tape without the use of headphones (except for a few overdubs). This style of recording lends itself to a more musical interaction and results in emotionally charged performances combined with superb sonics. Dynamic Mastering is a proprietary mastering technique developed by Cookie Marenco and was used for this project. It uses no compression to create the CD master. The listener may want to TURN UP THE VOLUME to enjoy this record and to hear the full dynamic range without distortion

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Track Name: Not Sick of Love
When I met you I was hungry
I was hungry and sleepy too
I woke one day and I realized
that I’m not sick of love
I’m just sick of you

When I fell in love I was in a hurry
and you made my heart act the fool
you filled my head full of doubt and worry
but I’m not sick of love
I’m just sick of you

I’m not tired of the stars in the night
or the sky full of blue
I’m not tired of being held close and tight
I’m just tired of you

When I said I loved you we’d been drinking
and out the window reason flew
This six month hangover’s got me thinking
That maybe I’m not sick of love
just sick of you

I’m not tired of the sky at twilight
or the rising of the moon
I’m not tired of being kissed goodnight
I’m just tired of you

Hope there’s no hard feelings
we all got to do what we got to do
Maybe it was just the wrong season, I don’t know
either way I’m not sick of love
I’m just sick of you

I’m so tired of fighting all night long
I’m so tired of feeling blue
I’m so tired of singing this same damn song
But I’m not sick of love
Just sick of you
Track Name: yesterday's rain
I sit on the hillside looking down to the dark valley below
the morning sky is black as the night and the wind is heavy as stone
this fires been burning and this storms been brewing ever since the day I was born
but nobody pays any mind to flames at the door

the people in town will run you down chasing some invisible score
on every street corner comes the tired sad laughter of old forgotten whores
the courthouse is covered in mud and ash and the snake oil man owns the stores
cash on the barrel head everyone’s looking for more

this town’s on fire
every since yesterday’s rain
I got one burning desire
to leave here and never come back again

the sheriff in town he dresses in white but he stole the devil’s right hand
speaking in tongues only the cold wind seems to understand
he wears an iron gate around his neck as he stumbles drunk cross this here land
leaving in his wake the streets paved with quicksand

and the deputy’s in charge with the knife in his mouth that cut off the old bull’s tail
his shotgun’s always smoking his aim never seems to fail
he’s building a tower of coffins, yeah he’s laying each rusty nail
with a hundred mile boxcar of death he’s riding the rails
Chorus
I'm leaving today, yeah I’m on my way tomorrow’s too long to wait
the very last thing I want to do is stay here and suffocate
somewhere down the road someday maybe it won’t be too late
but right now hard travelin’s everybody’s fate
Chorus
Track Name: snow began to fall
Last night I fell into a dream
all alone or so it seemed
saw a lady by the silver stream
and the snow began to fall

she was dressed all in white
I called out but she did not reply
and how the wind did cry
and the snow began to fall...


I followed her down to the cemetery
Saw her praying beneath the sycamore tree
All alone in the lone valley
And the snow began fall

The sky turned black overhead
She cried on the bones of the dead
I went to see what the tombstone read
And the snow began to fall…

It read here lies Shawn McGee
Devoted husband and father of three
I shook in my head disbelief
And the snow began to fall

I looked into her pale blue eyes
Oh Lord to my surprise
The woman in white was my darling wife
And the snow began to fall…

Wiped her tears and walked away
I fell down on my knees to pray
The wind cried this where you’ll stay
And the snow began to fall
Track Name: killin' time
Hey buddy how you doin’ looks like your just getting off work
oh yeah I was doing construction too before I got hurt
But you know the worker’s comp gets me by and the painkillers make me feel fine
and lately I’ve just been killing time

Yeah I hurt my back its been about 7 or 8 months now I think
Shit I’m sorry my name’s Charlie let me buy you a drink
Cause I know the feeling when a man needs to unwind
and spend the evening kicking back killing time

Killing time, Killing Time
Lately I’ve been killing time

Its like my little cousin Eddy started smoking at age twelve
And soon came daddy’s whiskey and momma’s prescription pills
By fifteen he was selling grass by seventeen he was cutting lines
On his twenty first he got busted and now he’s killing time

And my big aunt Shirley got knocked up at age nineteen
By some pretty boy college kid passing through on his way to Abilene
And since then she’s worked night and day just to keep that family alive
And she’d give anything just to kill some time
Killing time…

I’ve been watching the six o’clock news every night from this barstool
And I’ve come figure the governmentt takes us all for fools
Cause even a drunkard like me can see right through the lies
I mean god damn that man just sitting there killing time
Track Name: death on the payment plan
The days they are a beggar man the nights a thief
The twilight is the praying soul who finds no relief
Fire in the belly Storm cloud in my head

The sky is drunk and ragged. Stained and torn
All the stars are dead tonight and they fall one by one
Fire in the belly Storm cloud in my head

The north wind haunts my dreams and I cannot rest
The cold blood dawn lingers on like whiskey on the breath
Fire in the belly Storm cloud in my head

The past is the widow bent beside the lonesome grave
The past is the pinewood box buried beneath the clay
Fire in the belly Storm cloud in my head

The preacher and the devil walk hand in hand
Like all wrath that comes to pass, it’s death on the payment plan
Fire in the belly Storm cloud in my head
Track Name: jesus gonna make up my dyin' bed
In my time of dyin' Don't want nobody to mourn
All I want for you to do Is to take my body home
Well, well, well so I can die easy
Well, well, well
Well, well, well so I can die easy
Jesus gonna make up my dyin' bed.

Meet me Jesus meet me Meet me in the middle of the air
If these wings should fail me Lord Won't you meet me with another pair

Going down to the river side Gonna stick my sword in the sand
Praise the Good Lord above I made it to the promised land

In my time of dyin' Don't want nobody to cry
All I want for you to do Is to take me when I die
Well, well, well so I can die easy
Well, well, well
Well, well, well so I can die easy
Jesus gonna make up my dyin' bed.
Track Name: bristlecone
Sweet Potatoes and a Mountain view
Right there my family grew
Sweet Potatoes and a Mountain view

Deep deep belly laugh
Sucking wind room turning black
Deep deep belly laugh

Heart and feet and roots and paws
A tree in the forest the dusk and the dawn
Heart and feet and roots and paws

Got me a big fucking heart
My tiny little brain thinks he’s so smart
Got me a big fucking heart

Unroll your tapestry
Dust off them old words for me
Unroll your tapestry

Light and darkness dance between
Pretty much ‘bout everything
Light and darkness dance between

Got me a Big Fucking Heart…

Silly little mutt what have you done
You laughed all day at the singing sun
Now it’s time to take your rest now its time to bury that bone
Where magic is always blessed
At the feet of old bristlecone


I’m not a house I am home
Drop on by if you feel alone
I’m not a house I am home

Got Big Me a Big Fucking Heart

Silly little mutt what have you done…

Laughing…Bristlecone
Dancing…Bristlecone
Singing…Bristlecone
Whistling…Bristlecone
Track Name: song for eliot
It’s hard to admit let alone accept
Such a blessing such a gift
But right now I can’t deny
You’ve been with me all this time

I thought I lost you right from the start
I’ve felt emptiness in my heart
I’m coming to realize what’s yours is mine
Yeah you’ve been with me all this time

I’ve been stumbling down this same stretch of road
I’ve been dragging that same heavy load
I thought you was lost but I’ve come to find
You’ve been with me all this time

I have a hard time trying to make it alone
Wandering lost from a broken home
But I am coming to realize you’ve been right by my side
And you’ve been with me all this time

I’ve been fighting so hard to keep us apart
I don’t want to admit that we had to part
But I am done fighting and trying to hide
You’ve been with me all this time

I’ve been stumbling down this same stretch of road
I’ve been dragging that same heavy load
I thought you was lost but I’ve come to find
You’ve been with me all this time

I’ve been wanting to apologize
For all the years shame has kept me blind
But I feel forgiveness from somewhere inside
I know you’ve been with me all this time