Late Bloomers

by Hawkeye Pierce

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released December 31, 2016

James Pierce - vox, rhythm guitar on all tracks, lead guitar on 1, 3, 5
Russell Owens - lead guits 2,4 6, drums 2,4, bass 2,4,6 vox harm on 4
Molly Harbarger - skins on 1,3
Colin Doolittle - bass on 1, 3
Kato Takehiko - bass and keys 2
Takahashi Takemura = skins on 6

Recorded at various studios in Atlanta, GA and Portland, OR

Mixed and Mastered by Rob Bartleson
@ Haywire Recording in Portland, OR July & August 2016

Cover Art by Natalie Richards

(c) Hawkeye Pierce 2016

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Track Name: Just A Minute
I don't mean to upset you although I just met you
Feels like I've known you for some time
I don't wanna regret; you could be the one true love I never knew
Ain't tryin' to send you no worn out lines

Just want a minute of your time
Just want a minute of your time
I've been waiting my whole life
For just a minute of your time

You don't know how long I've been waitin'
Although my chances are fadin'
I'm just glad that I could make you smile
If I could feel your lips, my dear
I know it'd set my heart ablaze
We could sit by that fire for all time

Just want a minute of your time
Just want a minute of your time
I've been waiting my whole life
For just a minute of your time
Track Name: Darkness
3 o'clock - are you listening?
4 o'clock - what am I missing?
5 o'clock - I keep resisting to no avail

Tear my heart in two
Split it right down the middle
I don't have no more room
But this hole I keep trying to fill

I don't believe in Heaven
I don't believe in Hell
But all I see is darkness
Where the light used to dwell

3 o'clock - we hold each other
4 o'clock - I'm with another
5 o'clock - I just can't stop this carousel

All I find are lovers
When all I need's a friend
Keep them just past striking distance
To protect them

I don't believe in Heaven
I don't believe in Hell
But all I see is darkness
Where the light used to dwell
Track Name: Hard Luck Women (Bad Time Girls)
Awkward silences are meant for kissing
Solemn pauses make lust sedition
Hard memories make escape a ticking clock

Hard to get through to you - to get a word in
Communication - is lost when
The exchange ain't words over fists

Like a soldier who doesn't know the war is over
Wandering home with heavy shoulders
The cannons are smoking still for a bad time girl

Bad Time Girls
Bad Time Girls
Hard Luck Women
Bad Time Girls

You need to find someone who will illuminate
The darkness that resides behind your face
A preacher of love who will renew your broken faith

This document says five hundred feet
So why are you standing across the street?
With the rain falling on you, lit by the lightning strike

I tried to find a way to explain it to you
But you were swinging, had to avoid you
Keep going in circles, like a top in a whirl

Bad Time Girls
Bad Time Girls
Hard Luck Women
Bad Time Girls

It's so hard
It's so hard
It's so...
Track Name: Ghosts In My Heart
Well I think about the things that I've lost
Heading down Lakewood past Jack-in-the-Box
Then it occurred to me at one time
Things were innocent

Walking along South Street
Where the CanCo recycling plant used to be
How those empty bottles and empty jars and empty cans
Kept me in sour treats

The axis of my world
Was just the crossing of two streets
How the edges of my universe
Outlined by the distance of my feet

Standing in the middle of the street
Upon an island surrounded by concrete
Deep down inside I knew
One day that I would leave

The big, bright Sun of the past
A halogen I thought would always last
That fed the pastures of my memories
Has grown so cold

If memories are all we have left
Than to forget must be like death
Then this sinking in my chest
Must be the ghosts in my heart

Ghosts in my heart

If memories are all we have left
Than to forget must be like death
Then this sinking in my chest
Must be the ghosts in my heart
Track Name: Be The One
Burstin' through the church door on a Sunday afternoon
With whiskey on my breath and a wedding ending soon
I pull my hair behind me and straighten up my tie
Clear my voice to speak and try my best not to cry

I only want your happiness and
I'll fight any man that stands in your way
You'll never have to shed another tear
As long as I have anything to say

So tell your pa to step aside
I promise I won't take up too much time
Please, Sir, excuse my foolish pride
Let me be the one to give her away

Don't be scared, my darlin'
I don't mean to ruin your day
Preacher asked for objections
There's a few things I've to say
I don't mean no respect, Sir
This may seem like formality
She'll always be your daughter
But this is the end of the line for me

So tell your pa to step aside
I promise I won't take up too much time
Please, Sir, excuse my foolish pride
Let me be the one to give her away
Track Name: Sleepin' on the Floor
Swingin' from the rafters
Everybody's after a good time
Swingin' from the ceiling
Sometimes you get that feelin' inside

Can you determine what's enough?
If you ain't never had too much? Can't you see?
If things get out of hand
It's best to sleep right where you land
That's why I'm sleepin' on the floor

Apologized to the neighbors
Done them a thousand favors - I think we're even
They really oughta thank me
I mulched their lawn so gladly with my pickup

Shootin' for the stars
With country songs and guitars
But all you do is hit the ceiling
When I'm out raising hell
It's best to sleep right where you fell
That' s why I'm sleepin' on the floor

If I wasn't in trouble
Hell, I wouldn't know where I'd be
Something's gonna burn
When you're tryin' to blow off some stream
Somethin's gonna bleed
When the game you're playin' is called extreme
That's why I gotta scratch my head
When you ask me
To enjoy responsibly?

Shootin' for the stars
With country songs and guitars
But all you do is hit the ceiling
When I'm out raising hell
It's best to sleep right where you fell
That' s why I'm sleepin' on the floor