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Tell Me the Words

by One Fifth

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1.
Farewell 03:54
Tomorrow, I’ll be carried away Who knows when I’ll return So I call on you to treat tonight Like it’s the last one on Earth All the time we’ve been together’s been Outpaced by time apart Time we sold or time they stole But these last few hours, they’re ours There comes a time in all our lives We look forward with hindsight Sometime we’ll have to do that But that time won’t be tonight Tonight is about the promises We broke and we kept And the ones we are going to make Before we put that moon to bed Imagine us as heroes Imagine all that we’ll do Then look up to them heavens Let’s name any star for you We’ll tell the same old stories Like they are recent past We’ll laugh and smile and be amazed How we always pick up where we were last So I’m gone tomorrow There’s so little left to say I know I’ll cry when I hear “Goodbye” In my lonely walk away So hold me for a moment Hold me till we part Then turn and hold this memory Forever in your heart Fare thee well Or farewell Don’t say goodbye Just say fare thee well The next time we do this No one can ever tell Don’t say goodbye Just say fare thee well Don’t say goodbye Just say farewell
2.
I poured my last dreams into a gas tank Filled it half-empty, I felt half a fool I drove the state roads north I can’t afford the tolls anymore Give me wings my angel in Baltimore My wallet hollowed out, my plastic declined My halo in doubt, tank empty but not quite dry Follow the state roads north Can’t afford this toll anymore Who’s that there flying outside my door? Give me wings my angel in Baltimore Going downhill coasting north Keeping that pedal off the floor Is that you carrying me a little more? Give me wings the Angel of Baltimore
3.
In my mind are photographs of all the lives that captured a piece of my heart. We laughed when our days would end then turned the last page of a book to never be reread. Away we’d go, away we went. We took ahold of a night and its darkened gown then let it wrestle us down till the sun was coming up and it was time for us to go. Away we’d go, felled then dragged along the ground on coattails of heaven. Time never wanted it’s wasting on a pose. We’d lie there, them and me, and all our impossible dreams. Rains came from the west. Those rains came quick. We watched every minute of them fall, watched every drop fall. Every drop called us to the tallest rooftop of them all. One now in the past but nothing lasts like every single beat of this heart. When the raindrops’d stop, all was lit up telling us to go. Then away we’d go. Felled then dragged along the ground on coattails of heaven. Time never wanted it’s wasting on a pose. We’d lie there, them and me, and all those impossible dreams.
4.
It’s not complicated So don’t make it so Don’t think too much about it But don’t forget what you know I’m feeling alright I’m feeling okay Keep on walking On the street called straight We don’t ever mention The way that it was Always acting like Too much was never enough Then left with nothing To be proud of Nothing to cling to Nobody to love But now we’re feeling alright We’re feeling okay Keep on walking On the street called straight It’s not complicated So don’t make it so Don’t think too much about it But don’t forget what you know I’m feeling alright I’m feeling okay Keep on walking
5.
Hallali 03:33
Most of the time I feel alright But that time is not today I got the kind of time you want to rewind To well before you filled an astray Even though you quit them smokes got lit Then crushed out in front of you They pilled up like them drinking cups You’d swore you’d quit once too Hey somebody, please somebody Give me a song with an old time feel Running all my life From what was once far behind But is now there at my heels I know they bite but so can I I’m not run down, just run out of time I want to kick that clock and make it stop Hands that take make return what once mine Don’t you be still Come on give a little of a tap or maybe a sway Though slight that sound, I can hear it now Making the best of this worst of days I’ll take hold of some thread I’m told I’m hanging but not by the hand Once was bold and I proved You’re never too loose to lose All my life, I’ve been screaming Hallali, my reveille Hallali, my reveille
6.
I called her from Main Street We were strangers then I had bad reception But I thought she hung up on me again We met at her small time library I had my small time doubt My head was uneasy Her hand was out She was a Rockaway girl I needed help with direction But didn’t want to say I went to throw my book in the ocean But then New Jersey got in the way Everyone’s got their politics She wanted hers in song “If you don’t hear that little bird singing You’ll go into the dark thinking nothing’s wrong” She was a Rockaway girl Where are you going? Who are you doing it for? What could possibly happen That hasn’t happened before? She drew a map from memory To the top of Kaaterskill Falls She gave me a picture of her brother Don’t live in the dark thinking nothing’s wrong She was a Rockaway girl
7.
It’s on every day and every night in my house It’s on every day and every night in my house I can’t stand it anymore It can’t be ignored when I want to be alone It’s on every day and every night in the home Night, when it’s falling, I can hear it calling in my house Every day and every hour I can see their feeding tower from my house From the good to the bad Who got it and who never had, me and you All through the night in the house No messing with the mills Or messing with the mines Or messing with the rails Just a piece of your mind So take your pills All they want is your time Every day and every night, they want it Every day and every night, they flaunt No thought to good or bad Every thought you ever had, they want them too Every minute of your day Every half-second of you No messing with the mills Or messing with the mines Or messing with the rails Just a piece of your mind So take your pills All they want is your time These are your barracks From your new barons
8.
Still Room 04:46
I had room in my heart I had room for you I never tried very hard It wasn’t nothing at all for me to do There are all-hour bars A twenty-four hour circus Malls open all night long Twenty-four hour churches There are roads above roads Above the cobwebs of powerlines It’s all below what’s flying Too fast to touch the ground Going sideways, the satellites They’re feeling better all alone There’s still room in my heart There’s still room for you But it gets harder every day It’s getting harder for me to do It’s alright if you don’t write me back It’s alright if you don’t call me back It’s alright, I’m doing fine, just fine Don’t you worry about me at all All alone There’s still room in my heart There’s still room for you
9.
Golden Hour 04:11
I was tired from running They weren’t yet tired of me The dog was on the doormat You too, Digger? We both went to our waters We both just had enough But loooking out the window Maybe, just maybe It was so golden In that golden hour She was in the meadow The girls were on the lawn All was green and ready Come on, come alive I grabbed her father’s camera The low light shining through the trees On the wall, the diamonds swell I had to just sit down It was golden That golden hour

about

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In February, I remodeled a spare bedroom in our house in Idaho. I opened up the double-wide closet and built a long desk with a chest of drawers underneath the left side. I shoved the clothes in the drawers then wall-papered the inset work area with old blueprints from our former house in Durham, NC. My wife was happy: “Good thing you got rid of that ol’ closet and its clothes or else you wouldn’t have a decent place to hang those blueprints of a different house from a different part of the country.”
     I then shifted creative gears and worked on a batch of new songs as well as a handful of ancient lingerers. The new songs came quickly, one completed in fifteen minutes. The old songs took a little more total time from start to finish, about ten years.
     I usually don’t use the word ‘fun’ or ‘easy’ to describe my writing process yet for that brief few weeks, it was both fun and easy. For the new songs, it may have been challenging every so often however even those times were fun. For the old songs, it was nine years and eleven months of stultification then for a few blessed blissful days in February, it got easy. The tone of the album is winterly, neither fun nor easy, but I’m grateful at least the process swayed between each.
     In March, I sent the dozen tunes to my Chasing 76 cohort, Brandon Collins, then I drove around the northern Nevada desert during that month’s New Moon. I won a six-pack of drink tokens playing BINGO in Elko and immediately made five new friends. I found my top speed strolling the Bonneville Salt Flats in Wendover. I slept somewhere along Route 50. A few of the locals claimed Route 50 is the loneliest road in America but there are lonelier roads in America with no more locals to tell you how lonely it is.
     When I came back to Idaho, Brandon and I started working on the songs. We concentrated on nine of the twelve. We recorded April through July then mixed in October. A week before Thanksgiving, we drove around listening to them, in and out of downtown beet town, on and off the lonesome crowded western highways.
     This set of songs feels more an extension of the work akin to the JKutchma & The Five Fifths material rather than Chasing 76. The project is called One Fifth. The name of the album is Tell Me the Words.

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released November 23, 2021

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Produced by
Brandon Collins & Jason Kutchma

Songs & Lyrics by Jason Kutchma

Recorded April - July 2021 at 6th & Chestnut Nampa, Idaho

Vocals, guitar, keys by Jason Kutchma
Drums and percussion by Brandon Collins
Additional vocals by Beth-Ann Kutchma

Recorded and mixed by Brandon Collins

Mastered by Andy A. at The Chop Shop Boise, Idaho

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