Texarkana

by Coby Carlucci

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TEXARKANA is a collection of songs that I had been working on for quite a while. I have performed locally for many years, bouncing around from project to project, with nothing ever panning out. My frustration led to a few unsuccessful recording sessions before realizing that in order to get a finished product that you can take pride in, you need to spend a little more and do it right. I collected a few local respected musicians that I had played with in the past, who were familiar with both my music and my intent, and I went for it. I believe that I took the right step and I hope that you will decide that as well.

The songs on TEXARKANA are diversified. You will hear shades of many forms of American music in this recording. My influences are quite broad but don't stray to far from the Stax era soul and country rock that I love. This recording does not serve as an album in the classic sense: as a contiguous collection of material written within a certain timeframe, with a desired mood and appeal. It acts more as a demonstration of my songwriting without being a "demo" type product. There was quite a bit of thought put into production and arrangement, but the specific focus was always towards showcasing the songs. There are only a few studio tricks employed and almost no reverb used at all on the vocals or guitar solos. The musicians were given the freedom to alter and add to the music as they saw fit, but without disrupting the songs as I heard them in my head.

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released May 16, 2010

Coby Carlucci: vocals, tambourine, shaker, triangle
Justin Walton: Guitar, Piano
Ethan Bessey: Guitar
Tom Martin:Bass
Rick Habib:Drums

Engineered and Mastered by Andy Happel at Dizzyland Studios Rochester, NH

Additional Engineering by Terry Palmer

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Coby Carlucci Salem, Massachusetts

I have been performing in and around New England for 20 years. I describe my sound as Rugged Pop and have been likened to Elvis Costello fronting ZZ Top (or perhaps Nick Lowe fronting Humble Pie). I have three CD’s to my credit (so far!!) the most recent, Dragline, will be available in September. Cheers! CC. ... more

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Track Name: The Heart of America
The heart of America I keep thinking
It use to beat for you and me
But days spent in hard work in laughter
Are now spent in misery

The heart of America I keep thinking
A tragedy so seldom seen
Whose blood flows so slick through this topsoil?
Was this blood spilt for you and me?

Its all been said
In the Heart of America

Hear the battle drums crying
Are they crying out for you and me?
But who gives their life up for dying
When all they’ve been given is misery

Its all been said
In the Heart of America
Track Name: On the Boulevard
Down on the boulevard
We like to mix and mingle
We like to have a good time
But watch out, cause sometimes the fist will fly
Left hook to the jaw
The next day you’re bruised, but laughing
Dad I heard you whisper that I should find another…place

Down on the boulevard
The boys watch the girls and whistle
The girls watch the boys as well
But they can just mask their longings better
Long stares lead to stairways
And those stairways lead to heartbreak
Dad I heard you whisper that I should find another place

It’s not I my hands; It’s not in my head (no no)
It’s in my belly; it’s in my bones
It’s not in my spirit; It’s not in my mind (no no)
It’s in my belly; it’s in my bones

Down on the boulevard
We share all of our secrets
We share our tattoos
We share cigarettes and we share booze
But we can’t share everything
And sometimes that leaves us guessing
Dad I heard you whisper that I should find another place

It’s not I my hands; It’s not in my head (no no)
It’s in my belly; it’s in my bones
It’s not in my spirit; It’s not in my mind (no no)
It’s in my belly; it’s in my bones

Now everybody,
Reach out this morning, everybody
Hold onto something good, now everybody
Hold to that something till your fingers dry with blood, now everybody,
Bandage your fingers and then reach right out again
Everybody, hold to that something, everybody hold to it now…

It’s not I my hands; It’s not in my head (no no)
It’s in my belly; it’s in my bones
It’s not in my spirit; It’s not in my mind (no no)
It’s in my belly; it’s in my bones

Down on the boulevard
We always heard the shouting
It never raised a hair
Until the day that it curled our toes
Billy shot Jenny dead her heart stains the byway
Dad I head you whisper…
Track Name: Blood on the Rocks
In Kentucky there’s a fire, it burns the home of so much bourbon
It will soon be ablaze; four alarm, maybe five
I fool a pyre that’s below, with that same Kentucky bourbon
It slides casually down my throat, like a pickerel down a stream

And I want to know, what’s wrong with you
Cause everyone can tell what you feel like when you’re turning on yourself

As the fire rages on, the bourbon seeps into the river
And it suffocates the fish, who dry like martyrs on the rocks
A drink to champion the words, that flap and sputter like a bluebird
Oh with whiskey on its wings and fish blood in its beak

And I want to know, what’s wrong with you
Cause everyone can tell what you feel like when you’re turning on yourself
And I want to know, what’s wrong with you
Cause everyone can tell what you smell like when you’re turning on the shelf

The river smells of sour mash, rotting fish and cane molasses
An apt reminder of the stench that stains the barroom where I sit
I like my passion in a jar; I like my love at two fingers
I like my blood on the rocks, I like my misery when it lingers

And I want to know, what’s wrong with you
Cause everyone can tell what you feel like when you’re turning on yourself
And I want to know, what’s wrong with you
Cause everyone can tell what you smell like when you’re turning on the shelf
On the shelf…
Track Name: Texarkana
Engine number nine, my daddy caught a ride,
Left Boston for Texarkana back in 1965
Oh my mama never recovered, I found her wedged inside the stove
Blackened fingers from pork grease drippings and a heart that was still as stone

Heart of Stone

God never gave me any bread, Jesus plum forgot the wine
Picking meals from a rusty dumpster, rolling hippies just to get a dime
So I left for the East Texas border, with a pocket full of reds and whites
Bought a rank pistol off a tittie dealer, made a prison shank from lead and twine

Heart of Stone

I found him on the south side of Beaumont and I looked him solid in the eye
I said: “five years I’ve been living on the streets just hoping to watch you die”
He said: “son let me tell you something, it’s to bad you had to learn on your own”
“This world gets crueler by the minute to survive you need a heart of stone.”

Heart of Stone
Track Name: The River's Eye
Our chance is blown; maybe they’re all blown
Our eyes grow dim, a shallow swim
And now a man who stood for something has just fallen in
You said you’d never let us drown

Our world has changed; maybe its dead
Our eyes grow dim, a shallow swim
And now a woman who stood for something has just fallen in
You said you’d never let us drown

And I, I slip away, I slide all the way
Into the river’s eye

It’s hard to breath; my lungs are full
I cannot swim; I just can’t swim
And now a love to last forever has just fallen in
You said you’d never let it drown

And I, I slip away, I slide all the way
Into the river’s eye
Track Name: Sadist Moon
Look at the way inspired minds conspire to use
You and me under this sadist moon
Light leaves and we’re alone with the bloodshed of heartbreak
Alone with thoughts that burn like the pavement at high noon

And the bodies that you’ve hung
To dry like fabric, oh
I think I knew them once,
I heard them cry out
Love changes everybody…

Look at the way inspired minds conspire to use
You and me under this summer swoon
Light leaves and you’re alone with the pity of heartache
Alone and lost amongst the steam and sweat of June

And the bodies that you’ve hung
To dry like fabric, oh
I think I knew them once,
I heard them cry out
Love changes everybody…

Look at the way inspired minds conspire to use
You and me under this sadist moon
Light leaves and we’re alone in the bloodshed of heartbreak
Cause the teeth make the men who bite at their own wounds

And the bodies that you’ve hung
To dry like fabric, oh
I think I knew them once,
I think that I was one
And the bodies that you’ve strewn
To waste out in the sun
I think they knew me once
They heard me cry out
Love changes everybody…
Track Name: Whiskey Stool
I live up on the hill; I place the bags over my kill
I never think that much, but I wonder why, I wonder why
Burley shoulders, burley frame
Frame me in and you’ll see the same
Picture that hangs in your mind
Of a man battered and broken down

Alone, alone, I hang from my whiskey stool
I’ve never changed, and I’ll be damned if I ever will
No, no bodies ever told me no

Scabbard grey and skilled, slits their vicious necks at will
I peel back all the fur and I boil all the bones
Cars squawk by, steely vultures
In circles stalk like gorilla poachers
But they don’t want to pick at the bones
No they just want to pick at me

Alone, alone, I hang from my whiskey stool
I’ve never changed, and I’ll be damned if I ever will
No, no bodies ever told me no

They sing songs about me; they compose them in the dark
It’s all right, its all right, maybe
I make them feel safe…

Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf, who’s afraid of Frankenstein
Who’s really got the time, if they’re all afraid of me?
Blood may never turn to rust, but thoughts and words will become dust
As time peels back the fur, and living it boils the bones

Alone, alone, I hang from my whiskey stool
I’ve never changed, and I’ll be damned if I ever will
No, no bodies ever told me no
Track Name: Pilot Light
Sometimes I feel like, I am hidden in a place alone, pilot light
Sustained all along, by a fuel that keeps me burning strong, pilot light
When the fuel is low, it eats you like a slow day, pilot light
But when the fuel is high, you burst into the sky aflame, pilot light…

Don’t turn me off again

If there’s a song in your eyes, it’s in the way you feign surprise, pilot light
If there’s a song in your way, it shows in how you pass the day, pilot light
If there’s a song in your wake, it shows in how you give and take, pilot light
If there’s a song in your throat, sing before the light burns out, pilot light

Don’t turn me off again