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Rearranging EP

by Rachel Hebert

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1.
Rearranging 03:48
I've been rearranging, trying to make this place feel like home I've been making changes, thinking maybe that would fill some holes But there ain't no way to place it that can make me free This old empty house just don't feel like home to me I take a glance around and things look pretty good Judging by my neighbor's house, they look just like they should But something isn't right, something doesn't fit But I can not put my finger on exactly what it is So I've been rearranging, trying to make this place feel like home I've been making changes, thinking maybe that would fill some holes But there ain't no way to place it that can make me free This old empty house just don't feel like home to me These creaky closets have been filled up deep and wide But every time I open one, there's nothing there inside So I fill 'til I can hardly shut the door, but you know All these things just make it seem more empty than before So I've been rearranging, trying to make this place feel like home I've been making changes, thinking maybe that would fill some holes But there ain't no way to place it that can make me free This old empty house just don't feel like home to me Hot rain hits the pavement, dries up just as soon as it falls Like golden opportunities when no one takes the call Should I be letting go of answers I may never need Or chasing after storms just so I can catch a little breeze I've got piles of books in every corner of my mind I'm digging through for any new solution I can find But all these answers are just clutter up until I have a question that can hold them like a shelf I've been rearranging, trying to make this place feel like home I've been making changes, thinking maybe that would fill some holes But there ain't no way to place it that can make me free This old empty house just don't feel like home to me
2.
Victorville 04:56
there's an empty parking lot at the edge of the desert it's the saddest place you've ever seen my baby likes to go with a bottle and a gun and empty a couple of magazines ain't it just like Victorville to spend our every dime to build a fast train out of town and a big old parking lot for the folks who want to ride but it's just losers like me that hang around I don't know if I'm asleep or dead, buzzards circle overhead shotgun shells are scattered on the ground in Victorville it looks like rain but I got a ticket for the bullet train so tell my baby I'm Vegas-bound I know Victorville like I know my favorite song there's no more mysteries for me here it used to fit me fine, oh I used to wear it well but it's getting smaller every year I guess there comes a time when everything you know just ain't enough to get you through and everything you want, well it's just a little more than everything in front of you I don't know if I'm asleep or dead, buzzards circle overhead shotgun shells are scattered on the ground in Victorville it looks like rain, but I got a ticket for the bullet train so tell my baby I'm Vegas-bound
3.
Guilt 04:14
I got a look at the crime scene there's not a lot to be said they're gonna call it a homicide they're gonna tell you he's dead they're gonna point to the evidence they'll probably show you the gun they're gonna say we were fighting they're gonna tell you I won I ain't never won nothing, no but I ain't here for defense it's probably time I was locked away for a few of my sins I've been unkind and drunken and I've squandered every good chance I had but as for killing an innocent man well I ain't guilty of that "it isn't complicated, only I make it seem that way a man is either dead or alive" that's what they want me to say but when you're full of emptiness a heartbeat ain't no sign of life and even if your body's cold your shadow still seems alive down here in New Orleans the guilty go to the chair the innocent try voodoo I guess I'm in between somewhere with everything you've seen today you're justified to vote for the roast but even with your pardon I still have to live with his ghost
4.
when the angels of love came a-knockin' there were demons behind on a tether what could we do but open the door and let the whole host in together it was the angels sat down at the table the others hung back by the wall but love's not enough if it always feels good and soon we'd made space for them all so let's razzle dazzle, just for a while we may not move forward, but at least we're alive don't stop the time, I may love you again just razzle dazzle time tore a hole in our passion made us revise who we are now will we grow old in different directions or look back and savor this scar will we razzle dazzle, just for a while we may not more forward, but at least we're alive dark days are here, but you'll me again just razzle dazzle razzle dazzle just for a while we may not move forward, but baby, we'll survive don't stop the time, we can come back again just razzle dazzle don't stop the time, there is love left for us razzle dazzle
5.
I walked to your show, it was in the neighborhood I felt so continental it started to snow, just like they said it would and I got sentimental and I thought about the folks who come to hear you play look like they stepped right out of a magazine and me in this old coat that I've had since 7th grade there's just no way I can compete I sat down to write, but you'd already said it all I couldn't get around you I stayed up all night, trying for a single thought that wasn't wrapped around you and I thought about the way you can make a guitar sing with so few words, you say so much and I wanted to repay you, to give you some small thing oh, but it would never measure up so I turned off the phone to make a little space to remember what I'm made of and there on my own, reached inside, reset the pace not much left to be afraid of and I thought about the words my best friend likes to say "comparison is the thief of joy" and as often as I've heard it, I do it anyway 'til every part of me's destroyed we've all got a heart that's aching to be known to never have to fake it we offer up parts to the ones who feel like home and just pray they'll find it sacred but I think I've missed the mark if what makes me feel loved requires someone else to fall and if it ever gets that far, would you shake me, wake me up and say, thank God there's room for us all thank God there's room for us all thank God there's room for us all

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released September 27, 2013

Acoustic guitar & vocals . Rachel Hebert
Electric guitar . Jordan Teague
Drums . Josh Cannon
Bass . Patrick Reed
Background vocals . Conley Knott
Pedal steel . Kenny Hutson
Trumpet . Bud Brown
Cello . Zac Smith
Recorded, mixed, & mastered by Bud Brown at Higher Ground Studios
Cover photo by Linford Detweiler
Disc art by Ali Tyler

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Rachel Hebert Birmingham, Alabama

With roots in Louisiana, North Carolina, and Alabama, Rachel Hebert's songs grow up from the swamp and peat and clay of the American Southeast. The music invites you inside, the lyrics ask if you'll stay and sit a spell. They're the sort of front-porch songs you'll come to consider old friends. ... more

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