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Th' Spectacles existed as a guitar-fiddle duo in and around Missoula, MT from the summer of 1994 until their final show in October of '99. This recording is their only studio output. All songs are written by Larry Hirshberg. For live Spectacles music, go here and stream or download: www.archive.org/details/ThSpectacles1998-12-20LiveAtTheTopHatMissoulaMt

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released June 2, 1998

Grace Decker - Fiddle and Vocals
Larry Hirshberg - Songs, Guitar and Vocals
Recorded by Jeff Stetson at Waterworks Hill, 1/31 and 2/1 1998.

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Larry Hirshberg Missoula, montana

The years reveal what the moments are made to conceal.

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Track Name: 1X1X1
THERE’S THIS DREAM, REPEATS ITSELF, IT'S THE SAME THING EVERY NIGHT
OVER AND OVER I CAN’T GET HOME NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY
WHEN I’M LOST OR LAY AWAKE I KEEP IT SIMPLE HERE’S THE STEPS I TAKE
I COUNT THE LOVERS IN THE DREAM I’M ON - ONE BY ONE BY ONE

I NEVER GAMBLE BUT WHEN I DO IT’S THE SAME THING EVERY TIME
I WIN A FEW, I LOSE A FEW PLUS ONE, NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY
THE LIGHTS ARE FLASHIN’ AND THE MUSIC’S PLAYIN’
I SHOULD BE GOIN’ BUT YOU KNOW I’M STAYIN’
I HAD SOME DOLLARS BUT NOW THEY’RE GONE - ONE BY ONE BY ONE

THE WAY YOU HELD ME BY THE APPLE TREE, I JUST CAN’T CLEAR MY MIND
AND THEN YOU TOUCHED ME IN THE KITCHEN THERE, WHILE YOUR LITTLE EGGS WERE FRYIN’
MAYBE IT WON’T ALWAYS BE THAT WAY, BUT BABY THINK BACK TO THE OTHER DAY
KISSES AFTER KISSES CAN BE LOTS OF FUN - ONE BY ONE BY ONE

TAKE IT AROUND AGAIN, ONE MORE TIME, I STILL CAN’T GET TO SLEEP
SO I GO DOWN TO THE RIVER AND I JUMP IN WHERE IT’S DEEP
THE WATER’S NICE AND THE NIGHT IS BLACK, INSOMNIA FLOATING ON HIS BACK
I COUNT THE TIMES THAT I WAS SURE I WAS DONE - ONE BY ONE BY ONE
Track Name: Ribcage
REMEMBER WHEN YOU KNEW THE WHOLE DESIGN
NOW YOU’RE TIRED OF THE SAME OLD RHYMES
THE HOUR HAND BEGINS TO SHRINK
YOU MISS A LOT IF YOU BLINK
USED TO LEAN INTO THE RAIN
GRAVITY WAS LESS A CHAIN

Chorus:
AND THEN YOU FOUND THAT RIBCAGE
THAT EMPTY SOLO RIBCAGE
WAY OUT PAST THE BEAVER DAM
WHERE THE COTTONWOODS ARE GRAND
USED TO BE A RHYTHM THERE
NOW FORGOTTEN SCULPTURE, BONE AND AIR

CATHEDRAL WHERE THE INSECTS COME TO PRAY
BUT IT’S TOO COLD FOR SERVICES TODAY
THE RIVER TALKS BEFORE IT RESTS
SOMETIMES THE LAST TIME IS THE BEST
FEEL IT IN YOUR NECK AND BACK
NO ONE CAN DISPUTE THE FACTS

CHORUS
STANDING NEAR THAT RIBCAGE….

THE THREAD IS ROLLING OFF THE SPOOL
NOVEMBER GROUNDS THE WIDOWS AND THE FOOLS
THE HOUR HAND BEGINS TO SHRINK
YOU MISS A LOT IF YOU BLINK
USED TO LEAN INTO THE WIND
GRAVITY WAS MORE YOUR FRIEND

CHORUS
Track Name: Green Under Blue
YOU ALWAYS HAD IT OH SO GOOD
NOW YOU’RE NOT SURE WHAT YOU’RE GONNA DO
TROUBLE’S PRESSING DOWN TONIGHT
YOU’RE SO GREEN UNDER BLUE

GREEN UNDER BLUE

IN A SHADOW I’M COOL OUT BACK
FINDING OUT WHAT I ALWAYS DO:
IN ITS BONES SUMMER COMES
DOWN TO GREEN UNDER BLUE

GREEN UNDER BLUE

YOU CAN THINK OF COLORS IF YOU LIKE
BUT THERE’S A LITTLE TRICK TO IT, TOO:
THE WAY IT FEELS WHEN IT STARTS TO GROW
THEN HOW HARD IT IS TO SEE IT THROUGH…

GREEN UNDER BLUE….
Track Name: Checkerboard Heart
Refrain
IT’S ALL RED LIKE BLOOD WHEN IT STARTS
BUT BLACK IS THE COLOR OF EVERY OTHER PART
OF MY CHECKERBOARD HEART

ON THE TREES CHERRIES BURN UP A HILL
ON MY TABLE IN A BOWL THEY’RE BURNING STILL
ON MY TABLE WRITTEN IN YOUR HEAVY INK
IS THE STORY THAT YOU TOLD, THE ONE THAT MADE ME THINK

REFRAIN

THERE’S A SPIDER MARKED WITH AN HOURGLASS
WAITS TO FEED ON ANYTHING THAT MIGHT COME PAST
ALL PRECISION AND ALL BUSINESS WAITING THERE
THE BEGINNING AND THE END JUST HANGING IN THE AIR

REFRAIN

THROUGH THE HAZE THAT SETTLES THICKLY IN THE WEST
THE SUN APPEARS TO COOL SLOWLY AS IT SETS
WHILE IN THE EAST DARK HEAT RISES LIKE A TIDE
ONE FOOT AND THEN ANOTHER DAY AND THEN THE NIGHT

REFRAIN
Track Name: Big Cottonwood
Chorus:
BIG COTTONWOOD, BIG PERFUME
BIG WATER, WE’LL BE SWIMMING SOON
THERE’S NO MISSIN’ IT, YOU CAN BREATHE SO I ASSUME
YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN: BIG COTTONWOOD PERFUME

Verse:
HAY IN A HOOF PRINT, FOX IN A FIELD
RUSTY BOTTOMED CLOUDS, BROKEN WAGON WHEEL

DEW ON A SNEAKER, ANTS ON A HILL
SILVER SPLASHING SOUND, SCREEN DOOR BREAKS THE STILL

CHORUS

DIESELS IN THE DISTANCE, KINGFISHER FLIES
ANGEL OF THE ATMOSPHERE, HEAVINESS SUBSIDES…

CHORUSES
Track Name: Real Job
UP AT DAWN AND OFF TO WORK
MY BABY’S SO TIRED THAT TOOTHBRUSH HURTS
SHE DON’T KNOW WHEN SHE’LL BE HOME
WON’T HAVE TIME TO CALL ON THE PHONE
HER WORK IT MEANS A LOT YOU SEE
NOTHING TO DO WITH THE SALARY
HER RESUME DESERVES RESPECT
BUT MOST OF THE TIME IT’S A PAIN IN THE NECK

Chorus:
MY BABY’S GOT A REAL JOB (3x)
THAT MAKES ONE OF US

EVERY JOB I’VE EVER WORKED
IN THE LITERAL OR METAPHORICAL DIRT
EVERY TIME THEY ALWAYS SAY
“YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE A RESUME.”
BUT EVERY MONTH THAT RENT GETS PAID
ONCE IN A WHILE I GET A FIFTY CENT RAISE
I’M QUALIFIED TO DO LOTS OF THINGS
LIKE SIT AND SEE WHAT THE WIND WILL BRING
Track Name: Got To Go
FORTY GOSPEL SINGERS, SUNDAY MORNING, IN A TENT
GOOSEBUMPS ON MY GOOSEBUMPS, MY HAIR’S STANDING UP ON END

ONE NIGHT WAS LONG, BUT ONE NIGHT WAS LONG ENOUGH
I LOVED HER DOG, BUT HER HUSBAND WAS A BIT TOO ROUGH

I’VE GOT TO GO
HEAVEN ABOVE, THAT SIDEWALK, HARD BELOW
I’VE GOT TO GO

6 DAYS IN NEW ORLEANS, BLACK CAT WIND STARTS TO BLOW
GOOD BLUES KILL MY BLUES, ALLIGATORS TWO-STEP ON MY TOES

I’VE GOT TO GO
MISSISSIPPI ABOVE, TO THE SOUTH IS THE GULF OF MEXICO

NOW THE RIVER IS FROZEN, I’M ALONE IN THE SNOW
CUP OF COFFEE WITH MY CUP OF COFFEE, LIKE THE WOLF THERE’S JUST ONE THING I KNOW

I’VE GOT TO GO
THE SKY ABOVE, SWEET EARTH DOWN BELOW
I’VE GOT TO GO
Track Name: Just A Minute
ARCHITECT OF BLUE SKIES
HUNG ‘EM UP AND MADE ‘EM SHINE
FILLED THE CORNERS WITH BRILLIANT LIGHT
AND ON THE GROUND WHEN IT WAS A BIT TOO DRY…

FOR JUST A MINUTE THEN
THE RAIN REALLY CAME DOWN

AGE SIXTEEN, MUMBLED DEMANDS
A FEW MORE YEARS TO START TO LAND
IF YOU’RE LUCKY SOME ONE HOLDS YOUR HAND
I THOUGHT I MIGHT NEVER UNDERSTAND

FOR JUST A MINUTE THEN
THE RAIN REALLY CAME DOWN

WHERE HE STOOD HE WAS A ROCK
HIS LIPS WERE STILL, BUT, OH THE MAN COULD TALK
HIS SLEEPING HEART WAS JUST LIKE A CLOCK
A SECRET DREAM, AND THEN A SURGING SHOCK…

FOR JUST A MINUTE THEN
THE RAIN REALLY CAME DOWN
Track Name: Closer Look
A FATHER ON THE RUN
CAN ONLY BECOME THE SON
SONS AND DAUGHTERS THERE
SEARCHIN’ FOR WHAT IS FAIR

THE NEEDLE AND THE CONE
HEADWATERS FILLED WITH GOLD
POWER IN THE WIRE
COPPER PIT POISON RISING HIGHER

Chorus:
TAKE A STEP BACK 3X
AND GET A CLOSER LOOK

LOVER WENT AWAY
WHEN THERE WAS NO MORE TO SAY
BEFORE YOU GO BACK AGAIN
TAKE THREE DEEP BREATHS AND COUNT TO TEN AND

Chorus
Bridge:
USED TO BE OK NOW THAT’S NOT HOW YOU FEEL
CAN’T LOOK AT YOUR CARDS ‘CAUSE IT’S YOUR TURN TO DEAL
TOO LONG IN THE WATER TO LONG ON THE GROUND
STAND AWAY CLEAR WHERE YOU CAN LOOK AROUND

A MOTHER ONCE OR TWICE
BENDS TOO FAR AND PAYS THE PRICE
SONS AND DAUGHTERS ALL
GET BACK UP WHEN THEY FALL
Track Name: Original Sunday Drivers
WE'RE THE ORIGINAL SUNDAY DRIVERS
THE HIGHWAY FOOLS US EVERY TIME
WE'RE THE ORIGINAL SUNDAY DRIVERS
ON THE HIGHWAY

WE'RE THE ORIGINAL SUNDAY DRIVERS
SINATRA ON THE STEREO
WE'RE THE ORIGINAL SUNDAY DRIVERS
MY WAY

Chorus:
YELLOW LINE
WORK CAN WAIT
THROUGH THE PINES
GET AWAY
COFFEE CUP
ACCELERATE
CHAT IT UP
REGENERATE

WE'RE THE ORIGINAL SUNDAY DRIVERS
WE SCAN THE FIELDS FOR WILD THINGS
WE'RE THE ORIGINAL SUNDAY DRIVERS
FLY AWAY
Track Name: Watchin' You Eat
YOU SIT WHERE I CAN SEE YOU
YOU EVEN SMILE AT ME
I’M IN THE KITCHEN, THROUGH THE WINDOW
YOU’RE SITTIN’ IN MY FAVORITE SEAT (AND)

I’M WATCHIN’ YOU EAT

YOU CRIED AND SAID YOU LOVE ME
I SAY "YOU KNOW YOU’RE SWEET"
NOW THE WINE IS ON THE TABLE
AND WE’RE SITTIN’ IN OUR USUAL SEATS (AND)

I’M WATCHIN’ YOU EAT

Bridge
USED TO BE A FRAGRANT HILLSIDE
LOOK AT WHAT DEVELOPED HERE
EVERYWHERE, RUNNIN’ ENGINES
FEEDING ON SEPARATION AND FEAR…..

I’M WATCHIN’ YOU EAT

YOU WOKE UP SCARED AND HUNGRY
I FIXED US A LITTLE TREAT
YOU’RE A HUMMINGBIRD ON A BLOSSOM
I’M A BRANCH ON THE BLOSSOM’S TREE (AND)

I’M WATCHIN’ YOU EAT…
Track Name: Whiskey And Beer/Whiskey Before Breakfast
WHEN THERE IS NO WAY
WHEN THE DAY IS CLOSE BUT NEVER
TOUCHES YOU THE WAY
THAT YOU WANT TO FEEL FOREVER…

Chorus:
WHISKEY AND BEER 2X
WHISKEY WHISKEY WHISKEY WHISKEY
AND BEER

IF YOU ARE ALONE
OR IF THE OTHERS HOLD YOU UP
SAY YOUR SKY HAS GROWN
OR MAYBE WINTER FILLS YOUR CUP

CHORUS

SOMETIMES I WANT A TASTE
OF THE THING THAT MAKES IT CLEAR
BUT NINE TIMES OUT OF EIGHT I FIND
A SHOT OF WHISKEY AND A GLASS OF BEER
Track Name: Gallagher
WHY DO YOU WAKE UP EVERY MORNING
ON THE BITCHY SIDE OF THE BED
WHEN YOU’VE GOT ALL THAT OLD WORLD STYLE
IN A VASE INSIDE YOUR HEAD?
WHY DO YOU USE THAT TONE OF VOICE
(IT MAKES ME WANT TO YELL)
WHEN I’VE HEARD YOU SOOTHE THE WILD BEAST
AND COMFORT THOSE IN HELL?

Chorus
GALLAGHER, WHEN THE SKY IS GREY
YOU MAKE ME MAD
GALLAGHER, IN YOUR CHEVROLET,
SMOKING, BEING BAD, BEING BAD

AND ANOTHER THING, WHO DO YOU THINK
YOU’RE TRYIN’ TO FOOL?
‘CAUSE THOUGH YOU WANT TO FIGHT WITH ME
I KNOW YOU’RE SOME ONE’S JEWEL
SO WHY DON’T YOU RELAX AND LET
HIS LOVE MAKE IT ALL RIGHT
IT’S HARD ENOUGH TO TIE A KNOT
WITHOUT THE ROPE PULLED TIGHT

CHORUS

A LITTLE HOUSE UP ON A HILL
A BEAM OF SUN SHINES DOWN
THE ANIMALS LIE AT HER FEET
AS DOES THE LITTLE TOWN
NOWHERE TO GO, IT PLEASES HER
HER HAIR IS BRIGHT AND LONG
JUST LIKE THIS DREAM, BUT IT’S CUT SHORT
STOOD UP AND THEN IT’S GONE…
Track Name: Too Much Room
LILACS BLOOMING ON EVERY STREET
SIDEWALKS FILLED WITH MYSTERY
JUNE IS GROWING FROM THE END OF MAY
TELL ME WHY ARE YOU WALKING FOUR FEET AWAY

THERE’S A VALLEY WHERE I CATCH THE SPRING
WASHED BY THE WEATHER IT’S A BIG OPEN THING
MILES AND MILES FROM SIDE TO SIDE
AND I KNOW YOU’RE OUT THERE AND YOU’RE TRYING TO HIDE

Chorus:
TOO MUCH ROOM COME A LITTLE CLOSER
TOO MUCH SILENCE TALK TO ME
YOU GIMME TOO MUCH ROOM COME A LITTLE CLOSER
DIDN’T YOU HAVE SOMETHING THAT YOU WANTED ME
YOU WANTED ME TO SEE?

ICE AND SNOW AND A MONTH OF RAIN
A TICKLE AND A SHIVER, ALL THAT REMAINS
MUTED PICTURES AND THEY’RE MOVING AWAY
WON’T YOU CLOSE THAT DISTANCE, LET ME SEE YOUR FACE
Track Name: Something Hot
ANXIOUS LIKE A MOTEL ROOM
TIGHTNESS TWISTING ALL TOO SOON
AND IF THE NIGHT WAS NOT SO DEEP
AND IF THE HILLS WERE NOT SO HIGH
AGREEING TO ABUSE YOURSELF
YOU SHIVER WHEN YOU WANT TO FRY
FLICKER IN A TIRED CLOSING EYE
HIGH TENSION CARVES A CURVE ACROSS THE SKY…

Chorus:
I CAN’T TELL IF IT’S MY HAND OR NOT
REACHING OUT FOR SOMETHING HOT
LOOSE AMONG THE GALAXIES
NERVOUS, TRYING NOT TO FREEZE


STRANDED JUST A HUNDRED MILES AWAY
YOU’RE BUSTED, SORRY’S ALL YOU EVER SAY
AND IF THE HILLS WERE NOT SO HIGH
AND IF THE NIGHT WAS NOT SO DEEP
AGREEING TO CONFUSE YOURSELF
THE LITTLE SECRETS THAT YOU KEEP
STANDING IN A ROTTEN OCEAN BREEZE
NEVER QUITE SURE OF WHAT YOU SEE…

CHORUS