gates motel b​/​w put your shoulders on

by Mail the Horse

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    2 song blue cassette
    Side A: Gates Motel
    Side B: Put Your Shoulders On

    Photo by Cara Benge
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released 28 August 2011

Recorded at The Fort in Bushwick, Brooklyn in May 2011.
Produced, Engineered and Mixed by James Bentley
Mastered by Carl Saff at Saff Mastering, Chicago,IL


Brendan Smith played bass
Michael Amidon played guitar
Michael Hesslein sang lead vocals and played piano
William T. Lawrence sang back-up vocals and played the drums

Photograph by Cara Benge

Released by Gates Motel Recordings

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Track Name: Gates Motel
Yeah, I knew that we could fight it,
not drink tonight and write about it,
but we'll never be alone in that--
can we not make this about us anymore?

When I left you I was sober,
You were drinking wine that I paid for,
You said your rent was goin' up,
You said your mom was giving up on the store
and moving down south again--

Cos she won't give up any of her ghosts
all we do is watch each other
you're painting yourself again, I write more ballads
about whores and my Jersey friends

Are we too old to keep on giving up?
Invite old friends to come get drunk?
Am I asking for my voice to crack?
For my grandpa to die?
For my girl to find her purse?
Or puke tonight at Gates?
We talk like kids who just make noise and wait...

Cos she won't give up any of her ghosts
all we do is watch each other
you're painting yourself again, I write more ballads
about whores and my Jersey friends

Cos she won't make it up to Queens tonight
I'm sorry, but I love to hurt her like this
She waits like I'm not there, I watch TV
She dyes her hair, and that's it.
Track Name: Put Your Shoulders On
Put Your Shoulders On

I’m waiting for your shoulders to hang high
and shrug for me.
Once again it’s all the same laughs
I know cross your lips
forgiving me--

I’ll be down the square
when you’re through
with flaming hell,
folding myself all for you.

All the formless hands abusing
prune your shrunken face
I know you love it--it brings you
down slow, so you can crawl
and feel out your space,
but lately, all that love’s been drying out
all your ghosts that you host
and let hang around

No guise, none of Ma’s letters, no sky
to hold you up. All the lies
and all the key bumps
don’t ask why, they just hang tough,
dropping in slowly and calling out names
of the best friends you have now,
but you’re all alone, keeping time--you
dream of mercy--

I’m waiting for your shoulders to hang high
and shrug for me.
Once again it’s all the same laughs
I know cross your lips
forgiving me--

I’ll be down the square
when you’re through
with flaming hell,
folding myself all for you.