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Delivered

by Mark Erelli

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1.
The alarm goes off and you hit the shower first I make the coffee it's a routine we've rehearsed Turn the radio on and they're wishing us a happy new year But nothing much has changed here Another suicide bomb at a market in the Middle East The authorities estimate 28 dead, at least Sand soaked with martyr's blood and mothers' tears Nothing much has changed here The whole country's holding those coal in its prayers Counting down how long they've gone without air The reporter does his best to sound sincere Nothing much has changed here Now there's a man of God saying something 'bout New Orleans How the Mississippi River gonna wash them sinners clean Oh the righteous prey on ignorance and fear Nothing much has changed here And there's a storm coming on fast Better last yourself to the mast But of all that comes to pass Hope dies last Politicians pointing fingers like they always do When there's a scandal looming larger in the rearview When elections may be closer than they appear Nothing much has changed here In the eyes of the President citizens are enemies He'd rather talk to Jesus than to anyone who disagrees But the phones are bugged and Big Brother is all ears Nothing much has changed here (Refrain) Sometimes it's all that you can do to avert your eyes If you let too much in it will leave you paralyzed In a world where all you love could disappear Nothing much has changed here So I take you in my arms before you leave for work I got a love for you so fierce and true it hurts You smile at something that I whisper in your ear Nothing has changed Oh nothing has changed Nothing's ever gonna change here ---------------- Mark Erelli - vocals, acoustic guitar Zack Hickman - upright bass, bass clarinet, harmonica, pump organ
2.
Baltimore 04:13
It's an eight hour drive up to Somerville Somerville To Somerville I got a big cup of coffee and a bottle of little white pills Little white pills Little white pills Turn the radio up 'cause I just want to hear the sound Of someone's voice Someone's voice Mr. State Trooper please don't stop me now I can't slow down I got no choice I come flying o'er the Delaware and across the Tappan Zee Wondering what I got to do to make you reconsider me Honey, don't turn me back from your door I come all the way from Baltimore I got a pawn shop ring and a yellow rose bouquet Honey, that I bought In a cheap truck stop Hardly seems enough to prove to you I've changed Well, maybe it ain't But it's all I got I know you've had all the heartache you can take from me So I won't make no excuses for the fool I used to be Honey, don't turn me back from your door I come all the way from Baltimore It's an eight hour drive but I did it in six Did it in six Did it in six There was a time I thought I could live without your kiss Now I ain't ashamed To let you see me like this Like a moth circlin' round your front porch light Like a ship out on the ocean to a beacon in the night Baby I made my way to your door And I come all the way from Baltimore ------------------- Mark Erelli - vocals, tenor guitar Zack Hickman - electric bass, Liam Hurley - drums Sam Kassirer - piano, organ, keyboards, vibraphone Austin Nevins – baritone & electric guitars Eric Platz - percussion
3.
Shadowland 04:21
In the darkness I look in their eyes and I do my best I'm a long, long way from the Midwest At this checkpoint post tonight So it's lock and load When a bomb goes off by the side of the road And a buddy of mine with a new wife at home Disappears in a flash of light And we're off to save the day Now there'll be hell to pay (Chorus) In Shadowland There is no evidence of any plan Just a boy with a rifle in his hand Who volunteered to pay the cost For everything we've lost Here in Shadowland Handcuffed In a cold, tile room 'neath a bare lightbulb There's nothing that you won't divulge Yes I've seen it in your kind 'Cause you're the enemy Our God is stronger than your's you see Did you pull the trigger on that IED Or were you just in the wrong place at the wrong time I've orders to obey So there'll be hell to pay (Chorus) In Shadowland The slippery slope where we've made our stand Where the blame flows down the chain of command And when that line is crossed They rewrite all the laws Here in Shadowland When you're dancing with a devil of your own design You sink down to his level every time When the Judgement comes God will sort the chosen ones By the dark of dawn and the midnight sun Will pierce the fog of war So they dodge the blame The low men in the temple claim That they do all this in Jesus' name To make us safer and more secure So don't get in our way Or there'll be hell to pay (Chorus) In Shadowland There is no evidence of God's hand In the darkness on the desert sand The high ground has been lost At far too high a cost Here in Shadowland ------------------------- Mark Erelli - vocals, electric guitar Zack Hickman - electric bass Liam Hurley - drums
4.
Volunteers 05:31
I played with army men as a boy in my backyard I was18 when I joined the National Guard I cakewalked basic and they paid for my degree All for filling up sandbags and clearing storm debris I had just re-upped at the base in my hometown But the whole deal changed on the day that the planes went down Just a casual soldier, 12 weekends a year I was Baghdad bound when they called up the volunteers We'd seen more than enough to know that war is hell But we were thinking that we had it made once the capital fell We partied in the palace while we waited to withdraw 'Til things started going south both sides of the wall First the looting, the suicide bombers and IED's Then the prisons, the torture and all those pictures on TV The kickbacks, the blackouts, the martyrs and the fear Now everyone in Babylon blames the volunteers We hit a roadside bomb on a convoy late one night I was fine but this buddy of mine probably should have died They radioed a Medevac and I tried to keep him warm Now he's back home learning how to feed himself with two new arms And there are others who suffer from wounds that you can't see So they try to forget and go back home to their jobs and their families Yeah, we got paid, no one made us come over here But it ain't close to an even trade for the volunteers Maybe we'll all be judged by history and God Maybe the best way to honor the departed is to finish the job But while they argue who's winning, and whether we should go or stay Over here it's a victory just to make it through another day Me I'm long past making any sense of the blood I've spilled It's hard to believe all this is part of any God's will And if you find I've fallen after all the smoke has cleared Let the record show I volunteered ----------------- Mark Erelli - vocals, resonator guitar
5.
Thank god it's quitting time Can't take no more of this weekday grind But I ain't ready to head back home and watch TV Guess I'll drive down to the pier Let the sun go down on a six pack of beer Stare out through my windshield at the sea In this gritty seacoast town Where the water pounds the sand Don't know why I'm so surprised Things didn't work out like I planned If I was a wave out on the ocean If I was a wave out on the sea Free to go whichever way the wind was blowing Maybe wash up on some farther shore Where these blues can't follow me Got a small apartment on Munjoy Hill Didn't want too much space to fill It's just a bed, a pull out couch and a kitchenette Weekends my kid ain't sleeping over There's just no point in trying to stay sober 'Cause there ain't no good example I need set In this gritty seacoast town Where the winter never ends Twice a day the tide goes out Heaven knows why it ever rolls back in (Chorus) Maybe it's destiny Or just my mind playing tricks on me Keeps me wanting something that's always out of reach Maybe there's somebody somewhere else Who's somehow managed to convince himself He'd be happier if he washed up on this beach In this gritty seacoast town Five beer moon shining down on me I'll save the last one 'til I get back home God, I hope there ain't no re-runs on TV (Chorus) ------------------- Mark Erelli - vocals, acoustic guitar Zack Hickman - electric bass, toy piano, keyboards Liam Hurley - drums Wes Corbett - banjo Austin Nevins - baritone & electric guitars, glockenspiel
6.
Not Alone 05:02
There is a mist on the mountain After a deep green summer rain The highway is steaming And the tires seem to whisper your name As I blow by the crows Picking through the new mown fields I know I'm not alone But that's the way it feels Small town Sunday morning And the children all dressed up for church The bells are a-ringin' And I'm a-thinkin' for whatever it's worth That I might find some comfort If I could just learn how to kneel I know I'm not alone But that's the way it feels By the ocean in motion I'm hopelessly hypnotized It's just wave upon wave As blue as my true love's eyes Til the sun clouds over And the water turns the color of steel I know I'm not alone But loneliness feels so real Every leaf on the cottonwood trees Is trembling in the wind I'm down by the river Waiting for the evening rise to begin My sorrow's turning over As slowly as an old mill wheel You let enough time go by And all wounds eventually heal In the concrete canyons of the city In the falling dark Neon heart beating And the streetlights drown out the stars Am I waiting on salvation Or just singing for my next meal Oh it's either feast or it's famine And it's all just a part of the deal Every atom in my body is shaking Like I've just seen a ghost I've got big dreams baby And I ain't afraid to gamble with what I love most But I'm coming home tomorrow If I have to beg, borrow or steal I know I'm not alone I know I'm not alone I know I'm not alone But that's the way it feels -------------------- Mark Erelli - vocals, harmonica, acoustic guitar Zack Hickman - upright bass Liam Hurley - drums Matt Douglass - alto & baritone sax Sam Kassirer - piano, organ Alec Spiegelman - bass clarinet
7.
Delivered 05:01
Don't cry my love Don't cry my love Don't cry my love For all you cannot change Don't cry my love Don't cry my love Don't cry my love For all you cannot change We may pass out on that great sad river Two boats approaching on a moonless night Each of us in our own way delivered Each soul heading toward a distant light (Each soul readied for a different flight) I will know peace I will know peace I will know peace After all the pain I'm going home I'm going home I'm going home But my love will remain (Chorus) This blood like wine This blood like wine This blood like wine Sings in both our veins (So…) Don't cry my love Don't cry my love Don't cry my love For all you cannot change My love will remain This you cannot change ------------------- Mark Erelli - vocals, tenor guitar Zack Hickman - upright bass Liam Hurley - drums Sam Kassirer - piano, organ Aoife O'Donovan - vocals
8.
Children are laughing In the schoolyard next door You can hear 'em through the stone walls And the stained glass as they play Seems like yesterday Your mother she's shaking Like a baby bird Perched in the front pew of the church Where they said their vows And you're the man of the family now You're the man of the family now No you can't let 'em see you break down When you don't know what to do You're gonna have to muddle through somehow Somehow You're the man of the family now Your mother seems older Now her hair's gone gray She's passing out roses from the casket bouquet You give one to your wife But you don't know what to say 'Cause you just had a baby Bought your first house It's all you can do to tread water Without feeling like you're gonna drown Every day brings another doubt (Chorus) And there's a little voice inside you Saying you ain't paid your dues You ain't big enough to fill the old man's shoes But there's a picture on the mantle Where he's reaching out to you So you'll follow his example What else can you do You're going bald just like he did But that ain't no shock So you take his old toolbox Make a few small repairs around the house That should hold for now (Chorus) -------------------- Mark Erelli - vocals, acoustic & electric guitars Zack Hickman - electric bass, percussion Liam Hurley - drums Matt Douglass - alto & baritone sax Sam Kassirer - organ, keyboards Alec Spiegelman - bass clarinet
9.
Once 03:51
I turned 33 in Canada and wasn't even carded Drinking to the newly born and souls of the departed Oh my Jesus year be damned it feels like I'm just getting started The older I become I see it's all related Pleasures they get simpler and the troubles more complicated But I don't ask for all that much 'long as I don't have to fake it Everyone should know this kind of love Once in a lifetime Once Everyone should know this kind of love Once in a lifetime Once You razed the walls around my heart I never knew were there The unexpected answer to some unintended prayer That I've done nothing to deserve it is a cross that I will gladly bear (Chorus) Oh one and one make two and now the two make three I want to show you all I know but somehow you're teaching me And it takes everything I got to just sit back and let it be Oh to just sit back and let it… Everyone should know this kind of love Once in a lifetime Once Everyone should know this kind of love Once in a lifetime Once Once Once ---------------------- Mark Erelli - vocals, electric guitar Zack Hickman - electric bass Liam Hurley - drums Sam Kassirer - keyboards, vibraphone
10.
Unraveled 03:19
I can hear the engineer blowin' his horn Somehow it's both a major and a minor chord The train still runs it just don't stop no more And I'm standing by the tracks alone I see a fallow field and a leaning barn I come unraveled like a ball of yarn Ain't nothing more sad than an abandoned farm Lord I'm tired and I wanna go home Lord I'm tired and I wanna go home I was young when I followed the highway sign Chasing salvation on the dotted line I ain't giving up I just changed my mind Maybe it's a waste of time You oughta know I ain't never been the praying kind Birds like buckshot whistle and wheel In the gun-metal sky above the stubblefield There ain't no word for word for the way I feel Lord I'm tired and I wanna go home Lord I'm tired and I wanna go home I thought all I needed to pay my dues Was a beat-up guitar and some traveling shoes But I didn't know shit about singing the blues It's a hard way to learn the truth If you've got more to love you got more to lose Seen a Jesus bird preaching where the river bends Roadside trash crucified on a barbed wire fence Maybe somebody died for someone's sins And we're all gonna have to atone But the road turn gold when the sun come up Won't you send me a sign when I've given enough I'm two thousand miles from the one I love Lord I'm tired and I wanna go home Lord I'm tired and I wanna go home ------------------ Mark Erelli - vocals, harmonica, acoustic guitar Zack Hickman - upright bass Liam Hurley - drums Wes Corbett - banjo Sam Kassirer - organ
11.
Abraham 05:11
O Abraham How far the mighty we have fallen How I pray you hear me calling In the hour of despair In the Promised Land Where every promise has been broken And every vote feels like a token For a ride that goes nowhere So rise up Rise up Rise up O the words you spoke Of a far more perfect union Reaching out to the disillusioned Still set our souls to sing But what of hope We need it now more than ever And I keep listening for feathers But I hear the flap of leathery wings So rise up Rise up We've more in common than divides us But we need someone to guide us Through the sorrow and the shadows we have sown O Abraham Rise up from your marble throne O Abraham Gazing out over the fountain Sitting silent as a mountain Say it wasn't all in vain Though I understand Why another wise man won't come forward When all the others were rewarded With a bullet in the brain So rise up Rise up Rise up Rise up We've more in common than divides us But we need someone to guide us For we've never been so lost and so alone O Abraham Rise up from your marble throne O Abraham Rise up, rise up -------------------- Mark Erelli - vocals, acoustic guitar Zack Hickman - upright bass Liam Hurley - drums Matt Douglass - alto & baritone sax, flute Sam Kassirer - piano, organ Alec Spiegelman - bass clarinet

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"Delivered" connotes a crossroads, a transition or turning point. We cannot be delivered from one thing without being delivered into something else, which is to say, without being changed. It's an apt title for Erelli's new collection. Delivered is a recording born of change, a reckoning of new things seen and old things seen anew.

"Erelli makes grown-up music with the verve and enthusiasm of an 18-year-old. The catchy, inspired hook of "Five Beer Moon" and the measured crescendo waltz of "Not Alone" will remind even the pickiest listeners that music can be smart and relevant and moving without sacrificing rhythm and joy." --Vintage Guitar

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released September 16, 2008

Produced by Zack Hickman

Mark Erelli - vocals, harmonica, acoustic, tenor, resonator, high-strung & electric guitars
Zack Hickman - electric & upright bass, bass clarinet, harmonica, toy piano, pump organ, percussion, additional guitars & keyboards
Liam Hurley - drums

With additional musicians:
Wes Corbett - banjo
Matt Douglass - alto & baritone sax, flute
Sam Kassirer - piano, organ, keyboards, vibraphone
Austin Nevins - baritone & electric guitars, glockenspiel
Aoife O'Donovan - vocals
Eric Platz - percussion
Alec Spiegelman - bass clarinet

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"You know those artists who release a great first record and then have enormous trouble following it up with anything as interesting? Yeah, that’s not Mark Erelli." -Red Line Roots

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