When the Troubles Come

by Red Kate

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Debut album on Replay Records (replayrecordsusa.com)

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released 09 August 2013
PRODUCED BY RED KATE

RECORDED AT WEIGHTS AND MEASURES SOUNDLAB
KANSAS CITY, MO

ENGINEERED BY DUANE TROWER

MIXED BY DUANE TROWER AND L. RON DRUNKARD

DIGITAL MASTERING BY DUANE TROWER

VINYL MASTERING BY ROGER SEIBEL AT SAE MASTERING
PHOENIX, AZ

COVER ART BY DAVE LOEWENSTEIN

COVER PRINTING BY LA CUCARACHA PRESS
KANSAS CITY, MO

© 2013 RED KATE ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Track Name: Union Voice
You live your life on the sidelines
think it'll be alright
then some mother fucker tries to run you over
now you're in the fight of your life

Well, I'm gonna tell you again
that The Boss is not your friend

They're sure quick to tell ya
they've got your interests in mind
But you know when push comes to shove
They'll toe the bottom line

Well, I'm gonna tell you again
that The Boss is not your friend
now it's time you made a choice
stand up and raise your voice
if you wanna get heard again

Now, it's time to listen
to what we've always known
that if we don't hang together
we'll surely hang alone

Well, I'm gonna tell you again
that The Boss is not your friend
now it's time to make a choice
stand up and raise your voice
got to make some noise
if you wanna get heard again
Track Name: Pink Sweater
She's just a girl in the pink sweater
She's just a girl in the pink sweater
Gonna think about her all night
Gonna think about her every night

What are you doing with a guy like him
When you could be at the museum
laughin at the Picassos
and psychoanalyzing van Gogh

I'm gonna have to fall in love again
Don't wanna have to fall in love again

She's just a girl in the pink sweater
I'm gonna have to write her a letter
Tell her 'bout the way I feel
How my love for her is real

We'll ride around on our bikes
along canals and over the dikes
I'll laugh at all your jokes
while I'm taking your last smoke

She's just a girl in the pink sweater
She's just a girl in the pink sweater
Gonna think about her all night
Gonna think about her every night

What are you doing with a guy like him
When you could be at the museum (with me!)
laughin at the Picassos
and psychoanalyzing van Gogh
Track Name: Please Forgive Me
If I could just get my head screwed on straight
Get out of bed stop waking up late
Drinking, smoking, doping and wine
Ain't no way for a man to stay alive
Whoring, snoring and boring my guests
What in the world will I do next?

Please forgive me, I'm a mess
You ask me If I'm sorry? I guess.

It's my mistake I put myself here
Can't blame my parents, my dog, or my dear
They've all been so good to me
Don't know why I treat them so mean

I beg them to forgive me, I'm a mess
They ask me if I'm sorry, well I guess

My whole life has become such a blur
Can't figure out how to open the door
I stumble, I fall on my face once again
Blame my doctor, my neighbors, my friends
Every step up I fall several steps down
At this rate I'll never even get to the ground

Please forgive me, I'm a mess
You ask me if I'm sorry? I guess.
Track Name: Disappear
You spend your hard earned life working for the same company
and wake one day to find out your job's been shipped overseas
and now you're standing in line waiting for some government cheese
its hard to be seen or heard when you're on your knees

so many reasons
so many fears
so many ways to disappear

Tending your fields of poppy in the hills of Afghanistan
Some guys fall out of the sky and throw you in the back of van
and now you're doing time on a Cuban vacation
all to satisfy the will of a frustrated nation

so many reasons
so many fears
so many ways to disappear

When you've been slapped down by the Invisible Hand
You can always feed the war machine's eternal demand

so many reasons
so many fears
so many ways to disappear
Track Name: Flirty Hips
You can say what you want I won't believe it
I can say what you want you'll never hear it
Your pouty lips and flirty hips and all your precious ways
Won't change a thing this time, I've made up my mind

I can see through all your deceivin'
Just fill in the blanks that you've been leavin'
Your dirty talk and B-girl walk and all you do to amaze
Turns me inside out, over under sideways down

Every time with you its the same rhyme
And every night I say its the last time
Your pouty lips and flirty hips and all your precious ways
Can't seem to break the spell of this dimestore jezebel

And though that girl was on my mind, it was a waste a time
Track Name: My City
If a thousand days go by
I would ask a thousand times
If memories are all we own
How could you easily let go?
We're so scared of our shadow
If I told you would it make you sadder?

My city
Is better than you

And now and then I wonder how
You've been getting by without
Someone close to hold you tight
Someone with to pass the night
We're so scared of our shadow
If I told you would it make you madder?

My city
Is better than you

If we'd have looked into our past
We'd have known it wouldn't last
So I raise a glass and make a toast
To this place that I call home
We're so scared of our shadows
We're so scared of what doesn't matter

My city
Is better than you
Track Name: Hypnotized
There's violence on the street
There's violence every night on your TV screen
But you can't see a thing from your limousine

Where the hell are you gonna run and hide?
The revolution's been televised

I won't pledge allegiance
to the flag or the company
There ain't no way in hell
you're gonna pacify me

Where the hell are you gonna run and hide?
The revolution's been televised
You've been hypnotized by the smoke and the lies
when the hell are you gonna open up your eyes?

They’re lyin' in the street
They’re lyin' every night on your TV screen
But you can’t hear a thing in your limousine

Where the hell are you gonna run and hide?
The revolution's been televised
You've been hypnotized by the smoke and the lies
when the hell are you gonna open up your eyes?
Track Name: Sooner or Later
You were always the girl in the spotlight
The one whose reflection could leave you blind
Now when I look to the edge of the room where the light meets the darkness
I find you

Sooner or later
Sooner or later
Sooner or later
You're gonna let me down

Now you live your life in a bottle
You rub and rub but can't get out
But when I wish it's just a show my head explodes and
I let go

Sooner or later
Sooner or later
Sooner or later
You're gonna let me down

We always got what we needed
so you'll go your way and I'll go mine

Sooner or later
Sooner or later
Sooner or later
I'm gonna let you down
Track Name: Silent Picture Show
Here I sit again
Staring at the floor
Trying to rearrange
The broken pieces of my heart once more

Just like the seasons change
It seems so automatic
Trying to remember
A distant remnant of a sound in the static

You ask me why I'm so dejected
Well, it's time I let you know
But trying to have a talk with you girl
Is like a silent picture show

It's time to get myself back
To the haunts I know
Remind myself what it was like
When my head didn't hang so low

The time is done for talkin
To a back that's turned
These boots are made for walkin
That much I know but will I learn?

CHORUS

Here I sit again
Staring at the floor
Trying to rearrange
The broken pieces of my heart once more
Track Name: Your Favorite Song
To the law man living is easy
if you wanna be free
the blind man said if you want to be naked
well, you better follow me

I heard what you said
I don't give a damn
I heard what you said
I don't give a damn, I know,
don't give a damn I know

All your fans are gone
and the radio won't play
your favorite song
and your compact discs don't sound
like your records did
baby we both know
you've nothing left to give

The rich man hides his money
while the poor man hoards His love
'cause when you invest with the Bank of God
enough is never enough