Everything That Rises

by Trick Shooter Social Club

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released 07 April 2012
All songs written and produced by Larry Liss and Slimmy.

All songs recorded and mixed and Rax Trax.

Mixed and engineered by Rick Barnes.

Mastered by Mike Tholen.


DJ – Piano/B3
Andre Chahine-Piano, Melodica
Dave Dakich – Bass
Bill Connell – Drums
Billy Oh – Violin
Jamie Kearns-Backing Vocals
Larry – Acoustic guitars, Electric guitars, banjo, dobro
Slimmy – Electric guitar, harmonica, mandolin
Chad Hutson – Piano

Special thanks, respect and love to M.S. Garvey for his chosen spoken words on Sister of the Bride.

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Trick Shooter Social Club Chicago, Illinois

The Trick Shooter Social Club is a place tucked just behind the beat. It’s a belief in the power of story and the sublime hip sway of a well placed middle eight. It’s cat gut, and pick guards and nods across the stage when it's time to go to the bridge. It’s acoustic, electric and reverent to its heroes. It’s artists, gypsies, showmen and shaman trying to get it right. It’s an invitation–to join. ... more

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Track Name: Powder Blue
Well the gales of November
Showed up early…
And the stars –
Came apart -- at the seams…
And the jester
Kept promising redemption
He fell from grace… like a fractured memory

In the alley there’s the glitter and the treasure
In the belly there’s the truth and the prophecy
In the kitchen there’s a barefoot sacred secret
In the bedroom… there’s an unrequited dream.

Now that I’ve seen the forest
I know the river splits in two
It’s true
And your reflection shows your eyes are troubled too

Now that I’ve seen the forest
Seen the clouds turn black and blue
It’s true
There’s a car crash tangled up inside of you

Now that I’ve see the forest
I think the innocence is through
It’s true
And now Eden’s feelin’ naked and so are you…

Now that I’ve seen the forest
All the green turned powder blue
Track Name: Emma Breathes
She’s counting on the candlelight
To shake the shadows
And to sanctify another night
Of eating dinner alone.
A couple miles from home

She’s vulnerable… Invisible
But she ain’t fragile
She’s Imperfect and impossible
She didn’t answer the phone
She’s probably already gone.

There’s something rare
In the air tonight
A certain sweetness in the southern breeze

A little worn
A little ready to fight
A little faith in what she has to believe

She reads the note
In the candlelight.
Says “you can lean on me.”

And Emma Breathes.

The boy refused to wear his shoes
He started crying
Now they’re thirty minutes late for school
She’s only trying to cope
And Keep from losing her hope

The blessing and the remedy
Evaporating
Like the harmony and trinity
And now she’s going alone
And leaving all she’s known

There’s something rare
In the air tonight
A certain sweetness in the southern breeze

A little worn
A little ready to fight
A little faith in what she has to believe

She reads the note
In the candlelight.
Says “you can lean on me.”

And Emma Breathes.
Track Name: Bullet Proof Vested
Banging drums in her veins
A thousand miles away
Counting ghosts in the rain
The features start to fade

Her gingham coat cuts the grey
Her night slips in to day
A California cast-away
She climbs -- up on -- the gate…

The Dublin air is cold and dry
Her simple lu-lu-bye…
Whispered like a sacred hymn…
Erased into the wind --

Checks a watch that isn’t there
A daisy in her hair
Whispers the words she never said…
But hid under her bed --

Bullet Proof Vested
High wire tested
Ain’t gonna rest --
Til’ she gets to the bottom of…

Emotional rescue --
The wars that she’s been through --
The kernel of truth
She’s got used to relying on –

Bullet proof vested
High wire tested
Close to her vest --
Where she kept
All the remnants of --

Her maddening virtue --
Is shiny and see through
She severed the roots --
Thirsty Boots at the bottom of – it all.
Track Name: Afraid Of The Dark
Muscle reflex
The blood’ll pump in time…
Unprovoked and unprotected by the other side

Romantic damage --
She’s earned her racing stripes
Kicked the lights out of the Opry
Stage one Summer night --

She found an Angel
Outside of Telluride
Her locomotion’s
Swingin’ swerving cross the center line…

The plastic addicts
And paper saviors rise
Over her shoulder where
Where the rearview ruins her last surprise

She’s not afraid of the edge
She’s just afraid of the dark
And she wrote it on her arm…

She’s not afraid of the edge
She’s just afraid of the dark
And she carved it on her arm…


She hadda habit
She made a baby boy…
One night in Tulsa with a cowboy wearing corduroy

All mad and tragic
They called it quitting time
Inside a diner
Where the werewolves come to wait in line

She had an angle
She faced her firing line
She lit a smoke
And folded cloth across her open eyes


Magnetic Damage
Kinetic borderlines
Crossing the canyons
Kicking carousels into the night
Track Name: Needle Drop
Eddie’s kicking off his boots
Silvi’s trying to gauge his mood
They dan’t around what’s understood
Remember the old neighborhood

And after all
They took for granted
And after all
She still wants him to be romantic

Rainy day at Disney World.
And daddy’s got a sad faced girl
Her Brothers in another world
Looking for a tilta-whirl

And after all
They took for granted
And after all
The breaks and falls and laughs and chances

So it’s done. Flies away.
All the moments dissipate.
Coney Island Honeymoon.
It was June of ’62.
Now the photos fade away
In the fog and the blur and the haze
Little sacred. And profane.
And it ends and begins all the same.

Kids are grown they never call
The aftermath of after all
A perfect circle spins again
The communion and the common sense

And after all
They took for granted
And after all
The breaks and falls and laughs and chances

So it’s done. Flies away.
All the moments dissipate.
Coney Island Honeymoon.
It was June of ’62.
Now the photos fade away
In the fog and the blur and the haze
Little sacred. And profane.
And it ends and begins all the same.
Track Name: 847
Carried a picture of the girl he said would be his wife
She was a waitress, Cleopatra in a former life
The rolled to Raleigh in a search to find a better life
She had a temper that was sharper than a carving knife

Living their fictions
Making motions on their movie screen
Painting a backdrop with a soundtrack for their movie scenes
And in way… end of the day… it always fades away
But they were famous down in Venice for that half a day.

Hey. Hey. Hey. Yeah.

And it feels like another time
Nah-nah-nah-nah
Bones and dust and death and life
And it’s been more than a while
Bones and dust and death and life


The kitchen steps would creak
And she’d pretend to be asleep
And curiosity and honesty just made me peek
And once the youth is gone its easier to say your weak
She moved to Boston, on a nurses pay…
Her boy is three.

Hey. Hey. Hey. Yeah.
What comes after… you get what you’re after…

And it feels like another time
Nah-nah-nah-nah
Bones and dust and death and life
And it’s been more than a while
Bones and dust and death and life
Track Name: Simo's Song
It all started out back in ’39.
Took the hillbilly highway up from the mines.
From Wheeling West Virginia to the assembly line.

Just a shit-kicker greaser at St. Andrew’s High.
Caught pitching pennies on a Friday night.
Landed like a Comet, lighting Cody High.

Working every night till he hit the wall.
Sleeping off the damage down in study hall
Lighting up a Lucky Strike and kicking back some alcohol.

Then a local girl up and caught his eye.
Had her head in a book, and a gl;eam in her eye.
He said to himself… it’s time to do or die.

Taught me how to be a man.
Lucky enough to call him dad.
The best man I met was the first.

Taught me how to be a man.
Lucky enough to call him dad.
The best man I met was the first.

So he called her up for a week or two.
They hit Edgewater and the Suzie Q.
Took his ’57 Chevy for a race or two.

Then he went downtown and signed on the line.
They gave him a rifle and he got in line.
Got a ticket to the “Paris Island Hilton” had a hell of a time.

Then he came back home to marry that girl.
Got a job for the company that drives the world (GM).
Nine months later had his first… and it was a girl.

From Machine Repair to Committee Man
He got through the strike the best that he can
Add two more babies… the boy became a man.


Waving to the kiddies in the window sill
In a little ol’ cottage out in Irish Hills.
Putting food on the table and paying all the bills.

Put ‘em all through college now he’s taking it slow.
With some old time hockey down at the Joe.
Pulls a couple of shifts at the Park and Go.

Taught me how to be a man.
Lucky enough to call him dad.
The best man I met was the first.

Taught me how to be a man.
Lucky enough to call him dad.
The best man I met was the first.

Now it’s Princess Grace and it’s Little John
Picking strawberries out on the lawn
Calling out for Simo
And growing big and strong.

Been a hell of a ride from the old neighborhood
Been a hell of a life cause he lived it good
Got a lot more miles
Revving under that hood.

Taught me how to be a man.
Lucky enough to call him dad.
The best man I met was the first.

Taught me how to be a man.
Lucky enough to call him dad.
The best man I met was the first.
Track Name: Sister Of The Bride
A little nervous
You can hear it when she speaks
Still self-conscious
‘bout that bruise above her cheek

Train’s Delayed
And she’s still in Battle Creek
Lit her first
Under the Depot balcony

Someone said
There’s silver in the mines
She chased a ghost
Across the Mason-Dixie line

She grew up fast –
In broken record time
Daughter, waitress, mother, sister of the bride.

And a soul got dropped tonight
In a house behind a neon sign
Been a worn, torn and tattered ride
For every sister -- of the bride

It’s not on purpose
It’s not her cup of tea
The painted smiles
And the faux sincerity

A thousand miles
And a million memories
Her fairy tales and her purple poetry

A sudden flash
There’s lightning in her eyes
A broken promise kept on ruining her surprise

She grew up fast –
In broken record time
Daughter, waitress, mother, sister of the bride.

And a soul got dropped tonight
In a house behind a neon sign
Been a worn, torn and tattered ride
For every sister -- of the bride

Way down the line
There’s a light
And it just might be the sun

Way down the line
There’s a light
And it just might be the sun

Way down the line
There’s a light
And it just might be the sun

And it just might be the sun
And it just might be the sun
Track Name: Like Never Before
In every breath -- a shot at redemption
And every word’s absurd and sublime
And the miles they ride on sacred intentions
Spark a light… in the night.

And every touch will save and surrender
And every look can cut like a knife…
And the miles you ride are strange and the danger
Drains the smile… from your eyes.

The interstate’s awake and impatient…
And the fire escapes howl in the night.
And their faith’s unphased and flushed with the knowledge
That tonight… they were right.

And every choice is cut with commitment
And in every voice – the scene of the crime
And the miles and miles of all that was hidden
Decide to rise… In the night.

Seconds last forever
And defenses start to fall
You’re vulnerable and open
And extraordinarily calm

The princess and the scoundrel
Genuflect in front of the storm
And you’re not alone –
Like never before

Oh son –
They’ll be waiting for the sun
Down the road, son, they’ll be waiting for the sun
Down the road, son, they’ll be waiting for the sun
Track Name: Whiskey On My Grave
She gonna let it fly
Complications melt away --

Shotguns in her eyes
Gonna be some hell to pay --

Put some butter on that biscuit
Shake some whiskey on my grave

Danger in her smile
Secrets screamin’ in her veins –

Yeah it’s been a while
Since she pulled back on the reins –

Put some butter on that biscuit
Shake some whiskey on my grave

She flags down her ride
An Eldorado in the rain --

And she climbs inside
Killing Tanqueray and pain --

Put some butter on that biscuit
Shake some whiskey on my grave
Track Name: Almost Innocent
Overheard and overwhelmed
A thousand pictures on the shelf
And you can’t see me

More than once upon a time
The “ever after” passed us by
And you can’t find me

Overture
Serenade
The final float on the parade
And you can’t hear me

Made you look
Just a peek
A simple game of hide and speak
And you can’t feel me

Swear to God
And hope to die
Your blinding faith
Is color blind
And you can’t harm me

Go for broke
And double dare
Our game of chance is in disrepair
And you can’t stop me

Silver grey
The homily
Just took a turn
I couldn’t see
And you can’t save me

One for all
And all for naught
The solipsistic melting pot
And you can’t tell me

Carried with something close to hope
It’s almost innocent
Vulnerable and naked and close to the bone
It’s almost innocent

Between the fleeting freedom and faux happy home
It’s almost innocent
Between feeling needed and reading the paper alone
It’s almost innocent
Track Name: First Light
Barely awake
And the church bells are quiet
There’s too much at steak
To lie hear in the quiet

I guess I was lost
But I found a believer
With dirty blonde hair
She’s an overachiever
And I know why

She told me her secrets
And I buried them with me
And begged her forgiveness
And made her some coffee
And messy is lovely
If you love making messes
She had stars on her sheets and had flowers on her dresses

And I know why…

And all that we see
And the air that we breathe
I’m still wondering
If we could be falling…
Apart.

It’s half past the hour
And it’s half past a lifetime
She still in the shower
Won’t throw me a lifeline
And second crack crazy
Like instant occasions
The hours keep melting
Like forlorn vacations
And I know why…

The glass slipper shattered so I carried her with me
Past canopy’s ashes
And cool papprazzi
Indifferent and callous
And cold like a mountain
We shouted our peace
In the back of that fountain
And I know why…

And all that we see
And the air that we breathe
I’m still wondering
If we could be falling…
Apart.
Track Name: Reticent
Kylie’s eyes are wide and filled with hope
Here we go
Back-packed and staring at the door
He’s a no show

Mom wants to say something
She’s just a little bit reticent
A little bit reticent
Car pool catastrophe
She’s just a little bit reticent
A little bit reticent

He’s a wave and some spicy aftershave
Every Wednesday
They hit a movie and pretend it’s all ok
She heard him say… Why won’t you say something?
But she’s just a little bit reticent
A little bit reticent
Her bag’s packed the next morning
Cause she’s just a little bit reticent
A little bit reticent

The pedal on the flower
And the barrel on the rifle
Ain’t no saviors
Just survivors

The pebble in the bottle
And the whiskey on the Bible
Ain’t no saviors
Just survivors

The shadow in the window
And the glitter on the tile
Ain’t no saviors
Just survivors

The tumble in the flowers
And the letter in the file
Don’t look back again –

The pedal on the flower
And the barrel on the rifle
Ain’t no saviors
Just survivors

The pebble in the bottle
And the whiskey on the Bible
Ain’t no saviors
Just survivors

The shadow in the window
And the sparkle in the tile
Ain’t no saviors
Just survivors

Tumble in the flowers
And the letter in the file
Don’t look back again –
Track Name: Lunch Box Love
May your days be bottle rockets.
And may your night have carnival lights.
And may the stars shine down, and pierce the clouds.
May your love, be sparkler love.

And may you dance close and slow.
And may you flirt when you’re old.
And may your harmony, be a symphony.
May your love be hip-sway love.

And may you find your path to bliss.
And may you close your eyes when you kiss.
And may you hold on tight, through the darkest night.
May your love be lullaby love

And may your slippers always be furry.
And may you never be in a hurry.
And may you toast a round, to the fool of the town.
May your love be belly laugh love.

And may you scare yourselves sometimes.
And make a point to cross that line.
Cause it’s just as well, if they all go to hell.
May your love be rock star love.

And may your path be crooked and jagged.
And may your friends be real and ragged.
And may the mystery, bring you sweet release.
May your love be magical love.

And may the quiet bring you comfort.
And may the silence say it all.
And may you “Let it Be” and set it free.
May your love be peaceful love.

And may Happily Ever After.
And may you Once Upon a Time.
And may you feed your soul and be made whole.
May your love be Lunch Box Love.
Track Name: Bottom Of Our Souls
The incidents and accidents
Can all go straight to hell
And nothing lasts forever
And that’s probably just as well

For every bitter pill
There’s something beautiful that grows
We know it in our hearts
And in the bottom of our souls

There’s innocence and consequence
And random happenstance
There’s mercy and there comfort
And there’s leaving it to chance
And every maudlin traveler
Is fight a tough fight
He’ll justify the compromise
But that still don’t make it right

The common sense and sloppy sex
And nights that go astray
There honor and there’s dignity in the streets and in the pain

For every bitter pill
There’s something beautiful that grows
We know it in our hearts
And in the bottom of our souls

The unrequited truth
Will be divided by the tribe
The huddled masses land and then
They’re told to get in line
And every answer questions
Everything we used to know
From the curtain to the veil to the bottom of our souls

There’s wisdom in the cracks because they always let in light
There’s beauty in the journey and salvation in the fight
There’s glitter in the rubble
And From where -- God only knows
We know it in our hearts
And in the bottom of our souls