Dollars and Dimes

by Owen Temple

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DOLLARS AND DIMES

Release date: June 9, 2009

Produced by Gabriel Rhodes

OWEN TEMPLE – Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
GABRIEL RHODES – Acoustic Guitar, High Strung Guitar, Electric Guitar, Ukelele, Pump Organ, Piano
WILL SEXTON – Bass, Electric Guitar, Background Vocals
HUNT SALES – Drums, Percussion, Electric Guitar
BRIAN STANDEFER – Cello
MICHAEL THOMPSON – Piano
ADAM CARROLL – Harmonica

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"Playing off North America's regions, travel album delivers concept richly"-- Dave Hoekstra, Chicago Sun-Times

"an artful shot of reality, as told through the memory and perspective of a traveler with perhaps more questions than answers. Drawing on the current socio-economical climate, Temple has crafted an album that will remind many that story-telling can be relevant and revealing when looking into times of crisis." -- Kelly Dearmore, Twangville

"Texas born and bred singer/songwriter Owen Temple is a country artist, but like Townes Van Zandt, another Texas songwriter he's often been compared to, Temple is as much folk as country, with a finely honed lyrical sense, a wry sense of humor, and a knack for blending melancholy melodies with ingenious wordplay that can conceal as much as it reveals... his ability to deliver telling insights without resorting to clichés or obvious images marks him as an original voice." -- J. Poet, All Music Guide

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Track Name: Broken Heart Land
How did your past get stuck in a pawnshop
Seems everything you owned is held in hock
At the only store open on this whole downtown block
On a shelf next to records and pistols
I found your old guitar
I saw your Chevy Nova down at the salvage yard

We got heartaches all around
Got miles of rusted towns
I sit back and wonder how it all slipped through your hands
Factories crumble away
Like the long gone glory days of a broken heart land

Down in the alley by the warehouse
I found a painting on a wall that you did
You wrote your name in letters six feet high
So there's no mistaking this is where you lived
The dreams you had
Thought they would all come true
But they just faded out like this old picture you drew

We got heartaches all around
Got miles of rusted towns
I sit back and wonder how it all slipped through your hands
Farmland just blows away
Like the long gone glory days of a broken heart land

So I threw your old guitar off the bridge into the river
Driftwood taking on water slipping away

Chorus

(Owen Temple, Jeff Burkhart, Gordy Quist)
(c) 2008 Owen Temple Music (BMI) / Jeff Burkhart (BMI) / Gordy Quist Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: Black Diamond
There's nothing sadder than an empty sidecar,
A train with no engineer
The cop in this town, he hates Elvis,
He's hanging from my rearview mirror
But he never sees it, he's usually drinking beer
Leaves his patrol car parked down here

In Black Diamond
Where the mountains begin and end
Black Diamond
Never one to fit in

My neighbor is a veteran, he's got a doberman
He named her Hope
His pension’s guaranteed, but he sells the kids weed
And tells dirty jokes
My sister’s in the beauty shop, wants to move on
She's tried to leave but she never stays gone

From Black Diamond
Where the mountains begin and end
Black Diamond
Never one to fit in
Black Diamond
For a Rocky Mountain ring
Oh Black Diamond
I can hear em sing

It’s too late now to start again
You always look smarter with your shirt tucked in
Caught between the tables and the jukebox
Between fireworks and let there be rock
Shooter nights and chicken wings
The kids around here will dance to anything

But there's nothing sadder than an empty sidecar,
A train with no engineer
The cop in this town, he hates Elvis,
He's hanging from my rearview mirror
Like the one eared wolf with a green dragon smile
Pour another shot I'm gonna be here awhile
Chorus

(Owen Temple, Adam Carroll, & Scott Nolan)
© 2009 Owen Temple Music (BMI) / Gypsy Shuffler Music (BMI) / Scott Nolan (SOCAN)
Track Name: Making a Life
Waitress in a pink dress
Works before the sun's up
Barely pays the rent
Pouring coffee into coffee cups
To wake the truck drivers up
Then out on the interstate
He's out in a traffic grind
Got to keep the rig safe
Cause he's got a family to keep in mind
And man that's the bottom line

Getting by making the ends meet
Do what it takes to stay on their feet
Not gonna give up, not gonna give in
Making a life, not just a living
Making a life, not just a living

In an office building downtown
He's wearing a suit and tie
He could make more money
If he wasn't such an honest guy
But some things money can't buy
In a flower shop downstairs
She'll close it up early today
She might lose some business
But there's no price she wouldn't pay
To see her daughter's part in the play

Chorus

And the flowers on the dashboard
Are hangin' low
Life’s burning like a flashbulb
But dying slow - dying slow

Chorus

(Owen Temple, Gordy Quist & Chris Anderson)
© 2008 Owen Temple Music (BMI) / Gordy Quist Music LLC (ASCAP)
Track Name: City of the King
I heard they named St Louis after some French king
She said she's name's Marie after the last French queen
The city of the king comes callin' when the sun goes down
But she only likes to call me when no one comes around

The lights on the river shine like a diamond ring
But I haven't got ten dollars in the city of the king
She's bruised behind the make-up painted on her face
Another man, another night, another spaded ace
More pain she can't erase

I may be just a jack but I treat her like a queen
Give her only love in the city of the king
One day the Mississippi will wash over everything
In the city of the king

Bottles on the table, dagger shining clean
East side Sunday mornings in the city of the king
We play a game of hearts when times for her are slow
I tell her that I love her but she only says I know

One night I came by saw a man with Marie
Fear behind her tears for the city of the king
I saw him raise his fist for the last time I swore
I cut him with my knife, left him bleeding on the floor
I can't come back here no more

I may be just a jack but I treat her like a queen
Give her only love in the city of the king
One day the Mississippi will wash over everything
In the city of the king

I laid low down in Memphis and for a time in New Orleans
Waitin' to return to the city of the king
But news rolled from upriver hit me cold like lead
Marie told folks she'd killed a man
Then they found her dead
In the river dead

I may be just a jack but I treat her like a queen
Gave her only love in the city of the king
One day the Mississippi will wash over everything
In the city of the king

(Owen Temple, Gordy Quist, & Evan Christian)
© 2008 Owen Temple Music (BMI) / Gordy Quist Music LLC (ASCAP)
Track Name: Dollars and Dimes
As a kid in Arkansawyer I got my hambone on
But those days are gone
To get me paid some wages, I rolled out of town
Where I find work is where I'm bound

Indy to Atoka, on roofs and under cars
Building churches, building bars
Tampa to Kalkaska picking fruit off of the trees
Michigan to the Florida Keys

Trying to find, trying to find
Dollars and dimes
Trade my time, dollars and dimes

No pie in the sky when I go
Old Utah Joe he ought to know
From Desolation Canyon to Confusion Range
I'm broken down feeling strange

Trying to find, trying to find
Dollars and dimes
Sell my time, dollars and dimes

Cairo Illinois you better watch out son
Like the Union Army never won
Two rivers join together Mississippi and Ohio
But stay apart as they flow

Trying to find, trying to find
Dollars and dimes
All my time, dollars and dimes

As a kid in Arkansawyer I got my hambone on
But those days are gone

(Owen Temple & Adam Carroll)
© 2009 Owen Temple Music (BMI) / Art Mob Music (BMI)
Track Name: Memphis
She was seventeen left Arkansas moved here on her own
After mom's boyfriend and a tornado tore up her home
She brought her small dog with her but she left behind her old clothes
She emptied out albums of pictures by the side of the road
She'd make some money then she would leave
But Memphis is not what it used to be

She got a job in Memphis cause she lied about her age
Said she'd give it a try up on the stage
At the Platinum Plus club she was a dancing, dancing to the drugs and the music
If her body was a weapon, she had learned how to use it
So give her the money if you wanted to see
Memphis is not what it used to be

She made three thousand a week in that East Memphis club
Til' the Fed's shut it down for running drugs
Then the money got tight but she's got a solution
She and some of the girls next summer moving down to Houston
I asked her what else in town should I see
She said Memphis is not what it used to be

(Owen Temple)
© 2009 Owen Temple Music (BMI)
Track Name: Los Angeles
It’s low, it’s brand new, it’s sprawling
Without center, gasoline powered, crawling
Dams and powerlines made the desert disappear
Now there's millions of people living here
It’s paradise and hell all smashed together
Danger and glamour and good weather
Los Angeles is the city of the future
And it’s coming to get you

Hell or heaven depends on the zip code
Don't find yourself on the wrong side of the road
Cause devils and angels sleep under the 101
Runaways with nowhere left to run
Like an antique California postcard
A house with an orange tree growing in the yard
Los Angeles is the city of the future
And it’s coming to get you

You found a way to make the promise land reappear
Sitting in the dark beneath the pier
You finally made it to the Hollywood Bowl
Then wrapped a car ‘round a Wilshire telephone pole
It’s low, it’s brand new, it’s sprawling
Without center, gasoline powered, crawling
Los Angeles is the city of the future
And it’s coming to get you

(Owen Temple)
© 2009 Owen Temple Music (BMI)
Track Name: I Don't Want to Do What I Do
This lawyer hole I been climbing in
Feels dark and wet and cold
Twenty five years on the Louisiana Bar
Make you feel five hundred years old

I don't want to do what I do
Do you, do you?
I don't want to do what I do

Didn't you hear the recession's on
Nobody wants to buy a new car
So I'll dick off for a couple of hours
Then drive down to the bar

I don't want to do what I do
Do you, do you?
I don't want to do what I do, do you?

I've been healing the sick and lame
That part feels okay
But I been dealing with the managed care
And I just can't get paid
I just can't get paid

I don't want to do what I do
Do you, do you?
I don't want to do what I do

(Owen Temple & Adam Carroll)
© 2009 Owen Temple Music (BMI) / Gypsy Shuffler Music (BMI)
Track Name: Quiet Look
She was wearing a black dress as she spoke across the years
He nearly dropped his drink to hear her voice ringing in his ears
Love in the ruins, late for the show
She said, love will always live, if we don't let it grow

I will pass you on the street and we will say trivial things
But I will never cease to search your eyes for that quiet look
And I will always be one who sighed for her quiet look

When you left our hometown, where did you go
He heard her answer and said sorry I didn't know
We don't have secrets but we'd have some if we'd meet
She said, love stays romantic if it stays incomplete

Chorus

She said, back then I always felt so strange
It's like a revelation to see that nothing has changed
What am I seeking - a lost piece of myself
I left with you like a key upon a shelf

Chorus

(Owen Temple)
Music ©2009 Owen Temple Music (BMI)
Lyrics ©2009 Owen Temple and ©1934 William Carlos Williams
Chorus adapted from the poem “The Revelation” © 1934 William Carlos Williams
Track Name: Golden Age
A building filled with a hundred rooms, looms overhead
Behind the glass and curtains, a million lovers beds
They bulldozed that old beerjoint where we drank for free
They put a hotel on the skyline where O. Henry's used to be

Four thousand days ago in a flood of summer rays
These are streets I know back from the golden age

It was dark as night at the crack of noon, Lucky Strikes and gin
The sun goes down, the clock goes round, oh to be twenty one again
Dominoes, the stories go, onto another round
Another day, bills to pay, til the Hilton tore it down

Four thousand days ago in a flood of summer rays
These are streets I know back from the golden age

Sunglasses mask a passing glance as the light begins to fade
Wind blows trash across the street like a mardi gras parade
Staggering like a harlequin I drank at every bar
Finally found my way to sleep in the backseat of my car

Four thousand days ago in a flood of summer rays
These are streets I know back from the golden age

(Owen Temple, Gordy Quist)
© 2009 Owen Temple Music (BMI) / Gordy Quist Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: Winnipeg Waltz
Two frozen rivers with ice like boulders
Cracking past Portage and Main
Dark downtown buildings, one glowing tavern
Breaking loose from winter's chains

Winter wind whistling the outside air
Inside it's like we found summer somewhere
My car's all rusted from road crew salt
And doing the Winnipeg waltz

Railroads and water, Assiniboine and Red,
The reasons why we're here
The center of the continent, the middle of it all
Hanging out and drinking beer

It's too cold to snow now but we don't care
Inside it's like we found summer somewhere
My car is all rusted from road crew salt
And doing the Winnipeg waltz

I love you more in the frozen winter
I think about you beneath your clothes
lets have one more drink in this crowded tavern
I'll kiss your chilly lips and your frozen nose

Winter wind whistlin' the outside air
Inside it's like we found summer somewhere
You won’t turn to a pumpkin or a pillar of salt
From doing the Winnipeg waltz

(Owen Temple)
© 2009 Owen Temple Music (BMI)