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Last Train Home

"One of the country's most formidable roots-rock bands."
 
That's the assessment of Nashville's Tennessean newspaper about Last Train Home. And while roots-rock is at the heart of LTH's sound, don't overlook the country, bluegrass, swing, blues, folk, pop, and Tin Pan Alley influences you'll find if you lend this band an ear. What began as a part-time band in Washington D.C. back in 1997 has evolved into an acclaimed full-time touring group based out of Nashville.

Over the years, Last Train Home has included many superb musicians, including:
Jim Gray: Bass
Kevin Cordt: Trumpet
Tom Mason: Electric guitar
Dave Van Allen: Pedal steel
Tim Carroll:  Guitar
Paul Griffith:  Drums
Eric Fritsch: Guitar, keyboards
Chris Watling: Saxophone, accordion
Pete Finney: Pedal steel
Martin Lynds: Drums
Steve Wedemeyer: Electric guitar
Jared Bartlett: Electric guitar
Scott McKnight: Electric guitar
Jen Gunderman: Keyboards, accordion
Bill Williams: Electric guitar
Alan Brace: Mandolin, harmonica
Doug Derryberry: Guitars, keyboards, mandolin

The band has played more than a thousand shows over the years, including tours of Australia, Germany, Switzerland, and the Virgin Islands. With its 11 releases, Last Train Home is a prolific band that gets better with each release, and continues to be one of the most interesting bands on the landscape of American music.

Time And Water

Time And Water

All songs except "Lorelei" and "See What Love Can Do" produced and engineered by Doug Derryberry at 33 1/3 Studios (Brooklyn, NY), and Danville Cellars (Arlington, VA), and mixed by Doug Derryberry at Chiller Sound (New York, NY) and Dragonfly (Haymarket, VA).
Additional engineering at 33 1/3 by Adel Hinawi.
Additional tracking at Dark Horse Recording (Franklin, TN), Operation Flop (Derwood, MD) and Extremely, Ltd. Studios (Alexandria, VA)

"Lorelei" and "See What Love Can Do" produced, engineered, and mixed by Jared Bartlett at Stage Right Studios (Vienna, VA), co-produced by Jeff Lang.

Mastered by Fred Kevorkian (New York, NY)

Thanks for the support of Oasis CD Manufacturing and the Oasis CD Sampler Series, www.oasiscd.com

CD Design by Bill Thompson
CD Photography by Matthew Worden
Cover photo is of Bill Thompson's grandparents, Robert and Dorothy Schnur (Milton Lake, Ohio, 1936), by Twila Miller

Webmaster: Eric Christensen

1. Lorelei

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Lyrics

A snappy little rocker about that siren gal along the Rhine river (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lorelei), and while you might think you're hearing the influence of, say, the Replacements or NRBQ in the tune, you're really hearing the influence of The Neighbors, one of Washington's greatest bands, one that ruled the capital's power-punk-pop scene throughout the '80s. (LTH guitarist Scott McKnight was the bass player with that swell combo.) This is one of three songs on the record that feature the absolutely stunning Australian guitarist Jeff Lang, whom we're proud to call our pal. After all the things you did
And after all the things you said
And how you tried to make me think
It was all in my head
I still like you
And even though it hurt me
When you gave me back that shirt
The one you used to wear
I still like you

I thought it was a marathon
You made it a dash
But every guy will tell you
That it's fun to watch things crash
So I still like you

Even from a distance
I find it hard to turn my eyes away
I still like you

I can't help that you're my weakness
You can do no wrong
I have learned to love my weakness
Why should I be strong?

Lorelei, my Lorelei
I'm crashed upon your rocks
I know they come to hear you sing
But I would die if you would only talk to me

With a name like Lorelei
Does anybody still wonder why
I still like you

2. Quarter To Three

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"Ahhhh, a 'list song' ! "... So exclaimed pedal steel guru Dave Van Allen upon hearing it. Yes. Time is going by, and we watch our protagonist falling apart with each passing hour. Another mind-boggling performance by Jeff Lang. There's a bit of the old blues song "Come Back, Baby" tagged on at the end. Quarter to three, I'm heading home
Quarter to three, I'm driving home
It's a long ride when you're alone

Quarter to four, I'm through my door
Quarter to four, I'm walking through my door
Footsteps echo down the hall

I've got crazy thoughts running through my head
Can I take back the last thing I said

Quarter to five and I can't sleep
Quarter to five and I can't sleep
I turn and I turn, I turn in bed

Quarter to six and the birds are singing
Sky is light and the birds are singing
I wish they'd tell me where you are

I've got crazy thoughts coming through my head
Can I take back the last thing I said
.....

Come back baby, please don't go
The way I love you, you'll never know
So come on back baby,
Think it over one more time

Long train come and a mean engineer
Took my baby on away from hear
Singing come on back, baby
Think it over one more time

3. All Right Okay

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Written by Eric's Washington Post colleague Mary Battiata, who fronts one of Washington's best bands, Little Pink. She came late to songwriting, and clearly was waiting until she was ready. Everything she writes is world-class. We had to cover this one. Just had to. Don't want to know you
Don't want you running round
I'm going to show you
You can't take my town
You can't haunt me
'cause I'm all right now
It's all over, ahhhh
And it's okay

You can't hold me
With your shakey ways
I've gotten over
All those two-time days
And you can't see me
I won't return your gaze
It's all over, ahhhh
And it's okay

Angel face
How did we ever fall so far from grace
I didn't know that it would be so cold
Here in outer space

Find out the hard way
I take the long way round
And I'll keep falling
Until I find the ground
And you don't want it
Don't want to pull me down
It's all over, ahhhh
And it's okay

You can't shame me
I did the best I could
Still I couldn't save us
How did I think I would
You drove me crazy
And now I'm half as good
It's all over, ahhhh
It's all over, ahhhh
It's all over, ahhhh
And it's okay

4. Time And Water

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Eric found an old linen postcard, a night scene of a train rolling through Colorado's Royal Gorge, and built this song around it. The minor 4 chord (Bb minor) that kicks off the bridge is a total rip of the bridge on Dylan's "Tonight I'll Be Staying Here With You," which we've been playing a lot live. We only steal from the best. Time and water carve out canyons in the earth
You never know 'til after it’s done what the changing was worth
Try to put a price on every kiss, every letter, every word
Try to hold it all forever, but nothing's assured

Watching the river digging deeper and closer to the core
I see you running and I wonder if you want this anymore
Now I'm rolling through a canyon on a train that's getting closer to you
Following the river, chasing the water like I always do

(chorus)
Will you be holding me when the day is done?
Will you be holding me when morning comes?

(bridge)
From my window I watch the stars
Count the stations rolling by
I wish I could sleep but I know that it's useless to try

I don't ask a lot of questions, I don't know what I'd do with all the answers
I guess if something's really meant to be there's nothing I can do
But I can't help wondering, as we pull into the station
Is this where I'm supposed to be, is this where I'm staying forever

Will you be holding me when the day is done?
Will you be holding me when morning comes
Will you be holding me when the day is done?
Will you be holding me when morning comes

5. Once In A While

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A big, fat, lush mid-tempo thingy that's more Brit-pop than alt-country, but the duelling dobro and pedal steel action at the top are the prettiest sounds you'll hear this year, not to mention the amazing mandolin and trumpet solos. Once in a while I remember you
At the strangest times in the strangest places
Once in a while I think of you
With all my heart and it takes my breath away

And I'm still hoping I can see you
See you again
I wish I really wish that I could see you
See you again

Well I hope that my Melinda
She's kidding when she says she can read my mind
You know I love my Melinda
But she, she's the jealous kind

And I'm still hoping I can see you
See you again
I wonder what I'd give if I could see you
See you again

Maybe I'm afraid to know
Maybe I'm afraid

Once in a while I cry a little
Late at night when there's no one else around
Feeling sorry for myself again
I think of all the time that's passed and I
Wonder where it's gone

And I'm still hoping I can see you
See you again
I wish I really wish that I could see you
See you again
And I'm still hoping I can see you
See you again

6. See What Love Can Do

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Washington was once the bluegrass capital of the world. Several of the guys in LTH used to go see folks like the Seldom Scene and the Country Gentlemen on a regular basis at the Birchmere, and here's Eric's entry into the "bluegrass murder ballad" genre. Again, listen for Jeff Lang's super-picking. There's a pretty little girl in Harlan
Eyes of midnight blue
Better hurry back to Harlan
She's waiting there for you

From Harlan to Hazard he carried his load
A heavier heart never traveled that road
He'd asked her daddy for his daughter's hand
Daddy took a shotgun and chased him off his land

She cried,"Hurry back to Harlan
I'll hold my breath for you
Better hurry back to Harlan
Before this girl turns blue"

He got back to Hazard, he sold all he had
Put the money in his pocket, still cursing at her dad
He rode through the forest, couldn't get back to soon
He swore he'd always love her, shot a bullet at the moon

He cried, "Becky, oh my darling, please forgive my deed,
I'm coming back to Harlan, 'cause you're the one I need"

They ran off together later that same night
Becky cried about her daddy blood so red, skin so white
They got down to Knoxville, bought a ring with what he'd saved
Now they go back to Harlan once a year to see his grave
To see her daddy's grave

He still loves his Becky darling
She surely loves him to
But in a graveyard back in Harlan
You'll see what love can do

I still love my Becky darling
She surely loves me too
But in a graveyard back in Harlan
You'll see what love can do

7. Blue Skies

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As recording proceeded on this record, Martin looked up one day and said, "Hey, they're going to pull our Alt-Country membership card. There's no shuffles on this record!" So Eric pulled this shuffle out of his bag of tricks. Maybe Ray Price will record it some day. When you leave don't turn around just close the door
Don't tell me where you're going, I won't follow anymore
I'll be trying to find a way to put the past behind
But I know no matter what you'll be staying on my mind

'Cause it was fun before it hurt
Fun before the pain
Fun before the weather changed from sunshine into rain
Now I'm looking for some blue skies again

Looking back on what we had I hope to smile
And I guess those songs I wrote for you, they'll last me for awhile
But sometimes when I think of all the lies you must have told
I see memories start changing and get to hard to hold

But it was fun before it hurt
Fun before the pain
Fun before the weather changed from sunshine into rain
Now I'm looking for some blue skies again

If I knew then what I know now
Would I have found a way to let go
Or would I say it's worth it just to be with you
Would I say it's worth it even though...
Even though...

So when you leave don't turn around just close the door
Don't tell me where you're going, I won't follow anymore
I'll be trying to find a way to put the past behind
But I know no matter what you'll be staying on my mind

'Cause it was fun before it hurt
Fun before the pain
Fun before the weather changed from sunshine into rain
Now I'm looking for some blue skies again

8. He's The Kind

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Brotherman Alan weighs in from the soul side of town. It's a wry bit of social anthropology, one where the observer just can't maintain objectivity as he watches a couple of barflies do the dance. They've got nerves, nerves of steel
They think none of this is real
Walking in through all the smoke
I can't think of who's the bigger joke

Through my glass a lonely gaze
I see a face that's seen better days
She looks at me, I can't look back
He hopes I'll have a heart attack

He's the kind with games to play
He's the kind that won't ever give the time of day
He's the kind who will up and walk away from you

They're all smiles, I'm drinking fast
I think I'll jump right into my glass
Take a swim in this sea of gin
If they're fish then I'll grow some fins

My luck runs in, their luck runs out
Their voices rise and they shuffle out
Far be it for me to say
But I can't help say it anyway

He's the kind with games to play
He's the kind that won't ever give the time of day
He's the kind who will up and walk away from...
He's the kind with games to play
He's the kind that won't ever give the time of day
He's the kind who will up and walk away from you

9. All Gone Now

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"I hope one day Last Train Home will record one of my rowdy songs so people don't think I'm just a sentimental hack." So spoke Scott McKnight, our guitarist and the man behind the LTH staples "All Eyes Go" and "I Recall Thinkin'." If you wonder about Scott's rowdy songs, check out his amazing double-CD "It Works For Me," out on Sam Records. But this one was so gorgeous and sad, we couldn't NOT record it.
I recall the day I met you
Still can see your face
Felt the ground beneath me vanish
Left without a trace
Standing on the street together thinking this felt right
Would you like to get together, maybe Friday night

Oh it's all gone now
All gone now
All gone now
All gone

I remember Sunday morning, watched you waking up
Sunlight on the window warming pretty hands on a coffee cup

Oh but it's all gone now
All gone now
All gone now
All gone

I recall the day you left me, still can see your face
Felt the ground beneath me vanish
Left without a trace
Standing on the street together, you said this was right
Someday we should get together, I just said, yeah right

Oh and it's all gone now
All gone now
All gone now
All gone
10. Best Wishes
Lyrics

The guy just can't commit. So she leaves him flowers and pulls a little pre-emptive disappearing act herself. Smart gal. The speediest song on the record, check out producerman Doug Derryberry's hot little Telecaster solo at the end of the song. When I woke up this morning, I found a trail of yellow flowers
Leading from my backdoor to my car
I found the bouquet of daffodils under my wiper blades
Until they fell apart that's where they stayed

I guess you found my note that I slipped under your door
Telling you I couldn't do this anymore
I know it was a cowardly move, a coward I was that day
How could I tell you that I was walking away

Won't you send your best wishes, send them with care
Tell me it's alright that I'm not there
Tell me you'll treasure all that we had
Tell me that you'll understand

I know it's hard to live with no regrets
Though it's always been my goal
I've got a few now, that's how I know I'm getting old
Maybe soon I'll convince myself I did only what I had to do
Maybe then I'll sleep a night or two

Won't you send your best wishes, send them with care
Tell me it's alright that I'm not there
Tell me you'll treasure all that we had
Tell me that you'll understand

Oh, send your best wishes, send them with care
Tell me it's alright that I'm not there
Tell me you'll treasure all that we had
Tell me that you'll understand

11. Walls Of Time

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The father of bluegrass may well spin in his grave when he hears this. He was not particularly fond of folks rocking out on his tunes, and Scott's guitar solo might especially perturb him. But he's not around, and the man who actually wrote the tune when he was in Monroe's band, Peter Rowan, gave his approval, so we feel pretty good about that. Our pal Forrest McKinley Wilhoit III (fondly known as Lee) adds his stellar Tennessee-born-and-raised voice to the proceedings. The wind is blowing 'cross the mountains
Down on the valley way below
It sweeps the grave of my darling
When I die that's where I want to go

Lord, send the angels for my darling
And take her to that home on high
I'll spend my time down here on earth, love
And come to you when I die

I hear a voice out in the darkness
It moans and whispers through the pines
I know it's my sweetheart a'calling
I hear her through the walls of time

Lord, send the angels for my darling
And take her to that home on high
I'll spend my time down here on earth, love
And come to you when I die

Our names are carved on the tombstone
I promised you before you died
Our love would bloom forever darling
When we lie side by side

Lord, send the angels for my darling
And take her to that home on high
I'll spend my time down here on earth, love
And come to you when I die

12. Las Lagrimas Del Pollo Rico

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Eric had been listening to a lot of stuff by Trio Los Panchos, the great Latin pop group of the '40s, '50s and '60s, and they sunk in to the extent that this tune bubbled up and just never went away. When Kevin Cordt picked up the trumpet and started playing the melody, it was clear that words weren't needed. It's named for the best roasted chicken place on the planet, Arlington, Virginia's Pollo Rico.... long story on the "Las Lagrimas" part, but it makes sense.. no really. Hey,it's an instrumental. Make up your own.

Last Train Home

"One of the country's most formidable roots-rock bands."
 
That's the assessment of Nashville's Tennessean newspaper about Last Train Home. And while roots-rock is at the heart of LTH's sound, don't overlook the country, bluegrass, swing, blues, folk, pop, and Tin Pan Alley influences you'll find if you lend this band an ear. What began as a part-time band in Washington D.C. back in 1997 has evolved into an acclaimed full-time touring group based out of Nashville.

Over the years, Last Train Home has included many superb musicians, including:
Jim Gray: Bass
Kevin Cordt: Trumpet
Tom Mason: Electric guitar
Dave Van Allen: Pedal steel
Tim Carroll:  Guitar
Paul Griffith:  Drums
Eric Fritsch: Guitar, keyboards
Chris Watling: Saxophone, accordion
Pete Finney: Pedal steel
Martin Lynds: Drums
Steve Wedemeyer: Electric guitar
Jared Bartlett: Electric guitar
Scott McKnight: Electric guitar
Jen Gunderman: Keyboards, accordion
Bill Williams: Electric guitar
Alan Brace: Mandolin, harmonica
Doug Derryberry: Guitars, keyboards, mandolin

The band has played more than a thousand shows over the years, including tours of Australia, Germany, Switzerland, and the Virgin Islands. With its 11 releases, Last Train Home is a prolific band that gets better with each release, and continues to be one of the most interesting bands on the landscape of American music.

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