Self-Loathing Blues, by Adam Dalton

Self-Loathing Blues

by Adam Dalton

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1.	Sweatpants Blues 02:08	lyrics	download

2.	Further From The Truth 03:05	lyrics	download

3.	A Word With Your Man 02:58	lyrics	download

4.	Too Late 02:15	lyrics	download

5.	She Don't Mind 02:49	lyrics	download

6.	Probably Not 02:58	lyrics	download

7.	Gesundheit 03:43	info	download
8.	Self-Loathing Blues 02:57	lyrics	download

9.	Won't Stand 02:50	lyrics	download

10.	Drinking On The Job 04:28	lyrics	download

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Recorded in June of '09 in Nashville, the debut release from multi-instrumentalist, Adam Dalton, explores a number of styles ranging from folk to blues to rock and beyond.

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released 19 September 2010
Adam Dalton - Vocals, Guitars, B3, Wurlitzer, Rhodes, Piano, Kimball Organ, Chord Organ, Melodica, Harmonica, Bass, Mandocaster & Theremin

Additional Musicians:
Dan Baker - Gang Vocals
Vanessa Barbee - Harmony Vocals
SteO Britton - Gang Vocals
Brian Dowd - Percussion
Ken Embry - Bass
Carson Gream - Gang Vocals
Mike Gutierrez - Tenor Saxophone
Brendan "Bob" Leahy - Drums & Chord Organ
Tyler Kingsland - Tenor & Baritone Saxophone & Trombone
David Lowenthal - Bass
Tyler Piebes - Trumpet
Mike "Hardcore" Riley - Rhythm Guitar
Josh Rongisch - Harmony Vocals
Mike Rooney - Electric Guitar

Produced by Adam Dalton
Engineered by Leland Elliott & Mike Rooney at Blackbird Studio, Nashville, TN
Additional Recording by Tim Berry, Brendan "Bob Leahy & Adam Dalton
Mixed by Mark Petaccia at Sputnik Sound, Nashville, TN
Mastered by Alex McCollough at Yes Master, Nashville, TN
Photography by Joe Rini at Rini Photography

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Born and raised south of Boston, Dalton cut his teeth fronting a cover band and soaking up classic rock records before majoring in music performance and moving to Nashville. Dalton performed as a utility musician while writing and recording what would become SELF-LOATHING BLUES. The record covers all of Dalton’s musical muses; folk, rock, jazz, and soul all underscored by classic blues. ... more

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Eye On The Prize (Parts 1 & 2)

Jan 2013
Self-Loathing Blues

Sep 2010

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Track Name: Sweatpants Blues: Sweatpants Blues
(Adam Dalton)

Don’t feel like going outside to day
And no one’s gonna see me any way
I’ve got my taxes and some dues to pay
Alright

There’s no use taking a shower
When you wake up at this hour
I can see where this day is headed
Oh sweatpants blues

So I scrape them off of my bedroom floor
Just like I did the day before
I put one leg in man these things sure are tight
Oh sweatpants blues

I’ve got them sweatpants blues you know what I mean
These things are tight and they’re blue and green
Got no inhibitions, got nothing to prove
Oh sweatpants blues

That elastic band slaps across my gut
I hope nobody sees my
But I’m a cotton king in my blue boy Hanes
Oh sweatpants blues
Oh sweatpants blues
Oh sweatpants blues

© 2007
Track Name: Further From The Truth: Further From the Truth
(Adam Dalton)

My friends they tell me not to spin my wheels
They say “You played the hand you were dealt it doesn’t matter how you feel”
But no nothings further from the truth
So I followed my heart cross a barren land
Handed it to a vulture who spat it in the sand
That’s the god’s honest truth

The kids at school told be Santa ain’t real
That I misplaced my faith in Jesus
To join the Navy Seals
But no nothing could be further from the truth
I said “What do I know about fighting a war?”
I worked in grocery til’ I was 24
That’s the god’s honest truth

I swear to God O.J.’s an innocent man
That’s what I told the Judge when I took the stand
But no nothing could be further from the truth
I told the jury “Use your imagination”.
They locked me in a cell for withholding information
That’s the god’s honest truth

If you are looking for truth and justice he just flew away
He left me here drowning so he could save Lois Lane
But man no hard feelings what’s a guy to do?
It’s every man’s dream to be just like Sup’

I used to think you’d never tell a lie
But you’re no Washington and neither am I
That’s the truth
That’s the God’s honest truth
That’s the truth

© 2007
Track Name: A Word With Your Man: A Word With Your Man
(Adam Dalton)

Hold on babe, give me a break
Don’t say you love me that would be a mistake
Don’t you know who I am?
I’m wanted round these parts
For spoiling them womens and breaking their hearts
Breakin' their hearts

Excuse me now I need a word with your man
He’s acting hard headed, he don’t understand
I say what I think and steal what I like
Candy from a baby, sugar from his wife
Sugar from his wife

I don’t play by the rules, I don’t care what’s fair
You where here first but now your right there
The rhymes your spittin’ are goin’ right ovah my head
If you don’t shut up you’ll be windin’ up dead
Windin’ up dead

What’d mama say bout pickin’ your fights
I’ll put some black in the left and some blue in your right
Don’t need no pistol to put you in the ground
Start diggin' your ditch or else you better skip town
Better skip town

I’ve packed up my wagon with your lady in tow
I’ll let you kiss her goodbye but then we must go
I must admit you’ve been a good sport
Despite my rustlin' your feathers and messin' your shirt
Messin' your shirt

© 2007
Track Name: Too Late: Too Late
(Adam Dalton)

You smothered the flame
So don’t lay the blame on me
You planted the seed
And now it’s time to weed
It’s too late for water

You tore me down
Roped this steer right to the ground
Grabbed me by the horns
Oh honey it burns
It’s too late I’m on fire

Take a walk in my shoes
They’re all I’ve left to loose
Got holes in my soles
But that’s the way life goes
It’s too late no use running

Said goodbye to my dreams
And all my tired means
I’ve wasted my breath
And now I’ve got none left
It’s too late I’m speechless

There ain’t no time left to reinvent the wheel
And we’ve been treading water for years
Watch and you will learn
I’ve got one bridge left to burn

When the day is done
I know you’ll have your fun
But don’t you go look to me
For any more sympathy
It’s too late I sold it

© 2008
Track Name: She Don't Mind: She Don't Mind
(Adam Dalton)

She don't mind I sleep through church
She don't mind that I don't work
She don't mind I got no dough
Lord I love her so

She don't mind my ragged clothes
She don't mind my ingrown toes
She don't mind I got no dough
Lord I love her so

She don't mind that I'm old news
She don't mind I don't have a clue
She don't mind I got no dough
Lord I love her so

She don't mind I got no wheels
She don't mind cookin' all my meals
She don't mind I got no dough
Lord I love her so

She don't mind a-scratchin' my back
She don't mind my plumbers crack
Don't know why she sticks around
But, Lord I love her so
Lord I love her so
Lord I love her so

©2009
Track Name: Probably Not: Probably Not
(Adam Dalton)

What did I do?
What did I say?
Did I mistreat you?
Harm you in any way?

It’s possible I dreamed this up
It’s possible, but probably not

So what’s his name?
Does he act his age?
Is he prone to jealousy?
Or fits of rage?

I guess it’s me who dropped the ball
I guess that’s why you won’t return my calls

I’m beginning to think you never knew my name
And I’m wishing that I could say the same
Now I’m reaching for the stars
Through these cold steel bars
Dreamin’ of what might have been

What did I do?
What did I say?
Did I mistreat you?
Harm you in any way?

It’s possible I dreamed this up
It’s possible, but probably not
Track Name: Self-Loathing Blues: Self-Loathing Blues
(Adam Dalton)

Tell me why you’ve had it bad
And you are sad and only glad
When you see another man’s misfortune
Your shadow has up and left
And you, you blame it on theft
But we both know the reason it ran away
Cus you ain’t about to lose
And you're gonna have to choose
Them low down self-loathing blues

Can’t you feel your gut?
Kid you’re stuck in a rut
But it’s your fault for feeding the fire
You dare not look me in the eye
And try so hard just not to cry
Cry all over your sorrows
Cus you ain’t about to lose
And you're gonna have to choose
Them low down self-loathing blues

Tell me why you’ve had it bad
And you are sad and only glad
When you see another man’s misfortune
Your shadow has up and left
And you, you blame it on theft
But we both know the reason it ran away
Cus you ain’t about to lose
And you're gonna have to choose
Them low down self-loathing blues
Track Name: Won't Stand: Won't Stand
(Adam Dalton)

I won't stand for this no more
Won't Stand for the no more
I won't stand for this no more
Won't Stand for the no more

I won't stand for this no more
Won't Stand for the no more
I won't stand for this no more
Won't Stand for the no more

I won't stand for this no more
Won't Stand for the no more
I won't stand for this no more
Ah no no no
Track Name: Drinking On The Job: Drinking On the Job

Spent the last 8 hours staring at the wall
It just keeps on staring back trying to start a brawl
And I’d be all for it if I thought I’d win
You see it’s made of concrete and I’m just made of sin

I’m drinkin’
Drinking on the job
Thinking bout that woman who up and gone

5 O’clock right on the dime I put the closed sign on the door
I had nowhere to go, no one to see and nothing to live for
My girl she up and left me while I was in the joint
Dude, need I say anymore? I think you get the point.

I’m drinkin’
Drinking on the job
Thinking bout that woman who up and gone

I never knew her name it certainly is a pity
We just cut right to the chase and did the nitty gritty
It wasn’t soon there after that she went and asked for my hand
I just grinned and shook my head sayin’ “I ain’t that kind of man”

I’m drinkin’
Drinking on the job
Thinking bout that woman who up and gone

Well I guess I best be leaving after all its almost ten
And I ain’t been this bad since they sent me to the pen
I spent my life living between the time that was not mine
And wound up here full circle I’ll be back tomorrow at 9

I’m drinkin’
Drinking on the job
Thinking bout that woman who up and gone
Thinking bout that woman who up and gone