Written for my father.

Long car rides through the corn. Leave me angry and torn. And my lap covered in ashes. I drive through small towns. With my windows down. Dreaming of fatal car crashes. Somehow I can't decide what to do with the night. Cursing at…

Every single sound source on this tune comes from a cheesy 70's Capitol Records promotional record. A great record, mind you, complete with faked dialogues between engineer and producer. At times, it's messy, so hold onto your faders.

Kimberly Cook is on the vocals. The instrument is the hammered dulcimer.

added a bass. added the chorus, which i'll probably redo. added a bit of an ending. oh, and a smattering of pianer.

David DeSoto is on the upright bass fiddle.

Written for my father.

After an adventure in re-recording the entire song down a third, we came back to the original, tightened and tuned. Always the self flagellating perfectionist, it still needs a bit more love. Always the pragmatist, it is probably done for now.