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Two​-​Headed Hearts

by Paul Jacobsen & The Madison Arm

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1.
Carvertown 04:02
Long lost brother, where have you been? I got these black eyes picking fights I’d never win. I got these bruises every time I hit the ground With my head, with my heart In Carvertown. Long lost sister, I’ve prayed for you In hours when I needed some kind shoulder to cry to onto, In hours when no one would even blink if I drowned In the river, in the bottle, In Carvertown. Long lost mother, I see your eyes In this cracked mirror every day before sunrise. In the warm, sweet skips of these records spinning round, I hear your voice, I find some love In Carvertown. I shout and swear that I don’t care As I burn through these nights like weeds. But it gets quiet and when I dry out, I’m still aching for some seeds And a long lost brother. Long lost brother, where have you been? I’ve been failing again and again and again. I’ve been falling out of love and down The darkest wells, the deepest cracks Of Carvertown.
2.
Once I thought I had a heart Laying the backbeat in my chest. I thought I owned that bleeding heart, But I was sharing it at best. CHORUS Two-headed heart Two people share For so long it’s hard to know whose it is And where. In the nights when we’re apart And all I want’s to run to you, I turn to that aching heart To cut the miles down to the truth. CHORUS And then sometimes we push away, Heaping hurt and fanning fears. It’s so easy to forget What it was that brought us here. CHORUS One day everybody goes. And, if we’re lucky, we get to say goodbye. If you leave me here alone, What will become of my Two-headed heart? CHORUS Bind our hearts with twine and wire. Fuse our hearts with time, with fire.
3.
Muslin Dress 03:41
“Tear out the windows! I can’t breathe!” Were the first words you heard, Marie Therese. In the next room, where you were born, You can still see where the axes raked the floor. Now those same walls are crowding in. Don’t be scared of the shouting since We’ve got no sins to confess. Just a true, true love And a muslin dress. Don’t give the dogs the time of day. But be polite and be on your way. Do your hair and let ‘em hiss. There’ll be better and worse days than this. Tonight we might lose everything. They might try to take you away from me. Now you can get by without all the rest With a true, true love And a muslin dress. Don’t answer dumb questions. Find dear, close friends Who love you at your worst but for your best. Find a true, true love And a muslin dress.
4.
When I was a child And I still believed in The wonder, the wild, I wouldn’t even doubt That one day I’d fly, Just up and grow wings, Reclaim the sky. But as I got older, Those wings never sprouted And the trail got cold And I started doubting That I’d ever fly, Much less grow wings, Or reclaim the sky. As I look up to that sky, Lit up by fireworks and lightning at night, I try to remember what it was like To see with new eyes The wonder, the wild Like the very first time. Maybe wings never grow Maybe things never go like you planned in the end. You gonna sit safe from harm? Or start flapping those arms, Make those dreams start to bend your way? As I look up to that sky, I try to remember The wonder, the wild.
5.
Friday the 13th day of the week Best bet’s on the darkhorse called The Apocalypse. Beauty is kind and kindness is weak. Give me justice or give me death. Give me lollipops for my children. I got two more in the wagon. I got one more in the oven. And give me dollar with no connection, Truth without the inspection, Love without the rejection. A friend of my enemy’s a brother to me. Best bet’s on the darkhorse never gonna be Riding through the hills of a desert oasis, Drinking on the shores of the Mississippi River. Sell me up and down that river, Whichever way is quicker Whoever got a wallet that’s thicker. Give me dollar with no connection, Truth without the inspection, Love without the rejection. Speaking the sermon with the tongue of the state, They say that the darkhorse tires from the weight. Cumbersome times keep building all around While hell is preparing to let out the hounds. Give me lollipops for my children. I got two more in the wagon. I got one more up in heaven. And give me dollar with no connection, Truth without the inspection, Love without the rejection.
6.
We all lose our way, Stumbling through the dark, Tangled in the night, Searching for the stars. Kindling fires in the long, cold night, Waiting for the faintest sign of light. And then the morning comes. We’re all warmed by the same sun. How do you keep the light With the shadows closing in? Keep it safe inside you. Let it shine it out from within. We’re kindling fires in the long, cold night, Waiting for the faintest sign of light. And then the morning comes. We’re all warmed by the same sun. And when the morning comes, We’re all warmed by the same sun
7.
Honey 04:15
When you’re sad, buried deep, 60,000 leagues under the bottom of the sea, I will swim to dig you out. CHORUS Honey, when you feel worn down When the mirror lies and turns on you, When the choruses of doubt are singing way too loud, Honey, I will chase them down. Honey, when your heart gives out. No matter what I say or do, The wolves will still be howling when night’s curtain falls on you. But you can step inside this house. CHORUS I hope you know you are more beautiful than you dream you are. And maybe all things must pass, But now you’re still wading through the ash. Honey, when you feel worn down When the mirror lies and turns on you When the choruses of doubt all start singing way too loud CHORUS
8.
Ben can barely stand. He used to run for miles. Now I hold his trembling tree branch hands, Help him down the hall. He mumbles something I can’t quite hear. We never were much for talking. Suddenly I’ve got hungry ears And it’s too late. We’re all waiting for some amazing grace. I wrote down all I wanted to say, Put on my brave face. But he’s a fog that’s coming in and out, Swallowing up my faith with doubt. I rub the plundered timberline of his hair And kiss him on the forehead With lips that could’ve stood to have said “I love you” More than they did. We’re all waiting for some amazing grace. I remember when we were kids All the grownups’ swollen-eyed faces. I wondered what they were crying for. I don’t wonder anymore. We’re all waiting for some amazing grace.
9.
Whether you are a hand me down, A bad joke that’s been passed around, A filthy pig or a sacred cow, A thunderbolt or a thundercloud Whether you go flat broke, Down in flames or up in smoke, High stepping or on tiptoes, A kingpin or a cockroach, Who’s gonna visit your headstone? You might leave a question mark, Some ellipses, some tarot cards, A church full of crying folks Or just a cold corpse nobody knows. You might leave without a word, Arms raised, each with a bird. You can leave with clenched fists Or sorry blood streaming out your wrists You’ll probably leave a family Maybe they loved you for who you tried to be Or dreaded every time you came home, Stuck you in a bed and left you alone. Who’s gonna visit your headstone? CHORUS You can kill the clocks. Bury every tick And drown all the tocks. But days are born to fall And the same night’s waiting for us all. A soldier through a sniper’s scope, A killer at the hard knot of a rope, A proud man spitting on the slippery slope... The same night’s waiting. A baby in her mother’s arms, An inmate in the prison yard, All the call girls on the boulevard... The same night’s waiting for us all. CHORUS You can kill the clocks. Bury every tick And drown all the tocks. But days are born to fall And the same night’s waiting for us all.
10.
In the morning, Before the sunrise even thinks to tip its hand, Through the evening When you’re not sleeping, And the night’s a stubborn, creeping grain of sand I’m on your side. I’m on your side. All day and all night, I’m on your side. When your kite gets wrapped in branches, When your life’s a tangle of strings, When you stumble on your shoelace, When you find someone to wear your ring, I’m on your side. I’m on your side. Every knot you tie, I’m on your side. When your heart aches like a city on the wrong end of a storm, And floodwaters top your hips And there’s no sandbags, Nothing to keep you warm I’m on your side In the hurricane eye. So let the waves rise. I’m on your side.

credits

released February 29, 2020

Produced, engineered, mixed by Scott Wiley
Additional engineering by Ryan Shengren King and Maren Belnap
Recorded in fits and spurts at various incarnations of June Audio in Provo, UT (November 2013, July 2014, January 2017, July 2017, January 2018)
Mastered by Reuben Cohen at Lurssen Mastering

Design by Tosh Brown

All songs written by Paul Jacobsen (Madison Arm Music, ASCAP), except Honey written by Paul Jacobsen & Mindy Gledhill (Blue Morph Music, BMI) and Apocalypse Wow written by Dominic Moore (FieldbookSongs, maybe)

The players:
Scott Wiley: electric & freightliner guitars, bass, synth, programming, vocals
Patrick Campbell: drums, percussion
Ryan Tanner: piano, pump organ, acoustic & electric guitars, vocals
Brian Hardy: Hammond B3, piano, synth, wurlitzer
Dylan Schorer: pedal steel symphonyl, lap steel
Dustin Christensen: piano, vocals, banjitar
Debra Fotheringham: vocals, stardust (The Wonder The Wild, Warmed By The Same Sun)
Aaron Anderson: drums
Ryan Shengren King: synths
Stephanie Mabey: vocals (Some Amazing Grace)
Kiki Jane Sieger: vocals (The Same Night)
Sarah Sample: vocals (Muslin Dress)
Paul Jacobsen: acoustic & electric guitars, piano, pump organ, vocals

The Tupelo Honey Horns (arranged by the Reverend Stuart Wheeler):
Kyli White: french horn
Tucker Smith: clarinet
Daniel Burt: trombone
Austie Robinson: coronet

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