Move Along EP (Digital)

by JoDee Purkeypile

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    A digital version of the Move Along EP, featuring two new songs ("Move Along", and "A Matter of Time") recorded at home between sessions for my new album, Messenger, as well as three outtakes from my first album, October House.

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released August 29, 2012

Written, Produced, and Performed by JoDee Purkeypile
Recorded Summer-Fall 2012 at Chaparosa Manor, Austin, Texas
All songs © 2013 Emerald Wood Music, ASCAP
Artwork by Lisa Davies

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Track Name: Energy Slide
She spills secrets in her lonely room.
Reeling, feeling forgotten in her tomb.

Yeah, let your energy slide.
Stop moping around; you've got nothing to hide.
Yeah, let your emptiness fade.
You think you don't belong, so I'm setting you straight.

She tells seashells everything and more.
Island child, so pretty and so poor.

Yeah, let your energy slide.
Stop moping around; you've got nothing to hide.
Yeah, let your emptiness fade.
You think you don't belong, so I'm setting you straight.

Hey, let your emptiness pass away.
Yeah, let your energy slide.
Track Name: Blues and Greys
I took hill country blood to blighty and dropped my bags on a misty day.
I left lazy lanes for stirring stations; all I had back home seemed years away.
Just an old house in decay.
Silence shining through her window; sideways rains that never end.
All the tombs are grey and green in the evening, and when the sun is high they come alive.
All the dead town has survived.

Trains and people, where are they going?
Reflections in her eyes play.
Planes and steeples high in the howling of the midland winds that blow away
all my blues and greys; leave me here today.

On a bike ride beneath old oak arms living, stalks like spears are trumpeting up.
We'd lay in the breeze on a blanket dreaming.
Nothing to hear, not wondering much.
Just existing for your touch.

Trains and people, where are they going?
Reflections in her eyes play.
Planes and steeples high in the howling of the midland winds that blow away
all my blues and greys; leave me here today.
Track Name: Now Will Never Come
Oh, my love, I must depart.
The old steel doors are opening.
the pilot smiles at my suffering.

Darling, now will never come.
It blows my mind.
How can we make it work?
I guess we're gonna find out.

Oh, my love, are you awake?
I'm home at last, and my whole soul aches.
I see you still at the terminal gate.

Darling, now will never come.
It blows my mind.
How can we make it work?
I guess we're gonna find out.

Oh, my love, I've got your hand in mine tonight,
but I'll be damned.
It's just a dream, and all I have.

Darling, now will never come.
It blows my mind.
How can we make it work?
I guess we're gonna find out.

Oh, my love, please wait for me?
I'll wait for you 'til 2013,
when you are free and we can be.

Darling, now will never come.
It blows my mind.
How can we make it work?
I guess we're gonna find out.

Oh, my love, I must depart.
The old steel doors are opening.
the pilot smiles at my suffering.

Darling, now will never come.
It blows my mind.
How can we make it work?
I guess we're gonna find out.
Track Name: Move Along
Find yourself a little island and move along.
Bring your books and brushes too, and make something new that only you can do.
Leave a light on, guide my boat to the nearest shore.
I can't take no more, I'm coming to your door.
All the nights of never knowing will disappear far away from here, nowhere near here.

Darling, I can't make it on my own.
Darling, I can't make it move along.

Find yourself a little island and move along.

Move along.

What is cooking in your kitchen where all is well.
What's that smell?

Darling, I can't make it on my own.
Darling, I can't make it move along.

Move along.
Track Name: A Matter Of Time
I see myself in someones care; eyes rolled back, no one there.
I've been living alone, but I was never aware
that I'm here and somewhere else.
Stained shirts and worn out belts.
Living demented in a haunted house.

It's just a matter of time before they put me away.
I'll be losing my mind before the end of the day.
I get nervous and I can't talk.

Calling out my lost one's name; memories that trick my brain
into thinking I'm happily content and sane.
Everyone in the world will stare at my mad scientist hair.
Here's to living demented in a haunted head.

It's just a matter of time before they put me away.
I'll be losing my mind before the end of the day.
I get nervous and I can't talk.

But I feel alright next to you.
Would you please see me one day through?

I don't care if I'm making sense; I live to keep you in suspense.
When you're demented…

It's just a matter of time before they put you away.
You'll be losing my mind before the end of the day.
You get nervous and you can't talk.
You get tired and you can't walk.