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Countryside Clothesline

by Alan Lueth

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1.
No deep, dark holes and sharp rusty traps never filled me with terror they don’t scare me much Because the pain that I feel it’s shapeless, it’s faceless, it’s forever No genocides or butterfly knives in the hands of a problematic alley-dwelling vagrant That don’t bother me much at least I can feel and comprehend it Well, the universe sighed and created all of life and here I stand Well, no stupid god or his brown-nosing angels they don’t impress much besides I don’t talk to strangers Even if they’re made of gold and flying around above my head Well, I heard lucifer was beautiful and charming and that’s all I need to know I got no questions, no questions I need answering But I got plenty of answers that I think I should be questioning Well, no deep dark holes or sharp rusty traps never filled me with terror no, i’m not a-scared of that Because the real fears are faceless, they’re shapeless, they’re forever
2.
It’s November small talking boy, it’s kinda hard to believe it It’s too late to try and change but I can throw on a new shirt They’re setting off bottle rockets On a day other than the 4th of July. Maybe the home team scored a touchdown. Maybe they found that little boy who went missing. Midwest celebration Party’s over, guests are leaving, yeah it’s finally gonna be quiet Smile big but pout a bit so they don’t know you’re happy to see them go The sky lights up with roman candles I jump, I guess it caught me off guard Well, it ain’t exactly legal here but it kinda looks pretty reflected off the snow. Midwest celebration
3.
Well, we don’t like bugs unless their ass lights up or they make something sweet for us As that big old oak sheds some big old limbs and the maples spin down their samaras I need something sweet to dull the pain and, yes sir , I’m worried about my teeth too Like that big old oak I got some limbs to shed of my own And I always got something spinning. Spin, spin, spinning No longer fear no burning star I’m ok with your ancient gods But I got no problem with you No longer fear no burning star I’m not bothered by your ancient gods And I got, I got no problems with you You say you got a problem with me too If we could fit the universe into a soup can I reckon we could do what we please There’s no dust left to settle after the reckoning Immediate decisions need to be made Well, the present is the easiest for me to deal with The past evokes momentary disgust The future is not ahead, it’s beside me I’m opting out of this collective hallucination Do you see what I see? No longer fear no burning star I’m not afraid of your ancient gods And I said I got no problems with you No longer fear no burning star I’m OK with your ancient gods And I say I got no problems with you You say you got a problem with me too
4.
God Is A Cop 01:29
I think god is a cop He’ll find you at your lowest point and somehow make it a little bit worse I think god is a cop Yeah, he’ll hide in the bushes and try to convince you he’s there to protect you I think god is a cop Yeah, you thought he peaked in high school now he’s got someone to really fuck around with I think god is a cop. Yeah, I think god is a cop I think god is a cop Yeah, I think god is a cop Well, he must be a cop Maybe god is a pilot He’ll guide you to somewhere that you’re already going to Maybe god is a storm cloud Yeah, he’ll quench your thirst but some things man they might get a little bit broken I still think god is a cop. Yeah, I think god is a cop Well, god is god is a cop Surely, god is a cop Yeah, I think god is a cop I think god is a cop well, god is a cop
5.
I wanna be your dog but not in the way you’re thinking of I wanna be loved for not much And when you feed me I’ll beg for some of yours too I’m just your big, stupid dog I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be your dog I wanna be your dog You’ll accept me with my shortcomings and my anxieties As long as I don’t fuck up the couch And when you leave me you’ll always kiss me goodbye I’m just your big, loving dog I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be your dog I wanna be your dog I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be your dog I wanna be your dog
6.
Blind/Mine 02:35
Sometimes you gotta remove the rose for your summer vegetables to grow Sometimes you gotta cut off that head to give the other head a fighting chance They say that spirals can move upwards but I have yet to really see it It’s an eye for an eye but what do I do when the other eye is the culprit I’ll go blind. Yeah, yeah I know the end is daunting, but I always found forever a little harder to swallow So it goes; get up to a therapeutic dose and try your best man not to think of it It’s my stubbornness to itch the itch of seeing this whole thing through I’m smart enough to know when a devil is a devil but everyone deserves an advocate Where is mine? Somewhere someone’s building children’s caskets Someone’s getting high second hand And I just wish that god would forget about me in his big ol’ master plan Well, somewhere they're preparing for jesus Someone hustled enough to pay their rent And somewhere some stupid fucker’s got a big ol’ smile on his face He’s just happy to be here
7.
I got no flight left in me I’d rather fight than be set free I got no flight left in me I won’t lend you a helping hand Standing by the water waiting for lightning to make glass out of your sand I got no flight I got no flight left in me I got no flight left in me Asking for me to give in, your better off asking hell to freeze I got no flight I got no flight I got no fight left in me
8.
Does this room feel the same even when I’m gone? No subtle digs, no insults tossed around Well, I’m not really getting a kick out of this either It’s hard to recall, was I even there? Wear the same clothes, cut off all my hair I don’t want you to notice me in a crowd It don’t want to hear you say that it was nice seeing me around I was never really there. It’s hard to recall, was I even there? I said some things, gave you quite a scare Well, I don’t really want to get pink slipped so forget it I don’t want to hear you say that it’s the only way you know how to help When did you stop being there?
9.
My My 02:15
Hey, what was the last thing you ate? I hope you had a good day. What did you leave on your plate? It’s a shame, the world will keep on spinnin’. I wonder how well it will spin without you spinning with it. Well, maybe you should squint your eyes. I know how much you hate the surprises. My, my It’s dark, the feelings you left on repeat. I hope you had enough to eat. I hate to see you hungry. I’m a star! I’m like one-in-a-million. But there are really like hundreds of billions of little stars like me. Maybe we should cut my hair. I believe that scissors still can be fair. My, my I think that you played the part a little better than when we first started. My, my
10.
The Dog 02:31
I don’t think I’ll go to work, fake puking my brains out And I’ll stare at the walls, I haven’t done that in awhile And I can’t sing loudly cuz it scares the dog And I can’t play guitar cuz it scares the dog Nothing really bothers me ‘cept the half-lit christmas tree And I suspect ghosts or an ornery cat It’s starting to freak me out, starting to freak me out I know it should but it’s starting to freak me out You say I don’t give a damn Maybe I never will I can finally play guitar, it won’t scare the dog And I can sing loudly, it won’t scare the dog
11.
All these haunts on all these streets I could’ve sworn I saw a little ghost of me I’ll sink down deep and build my well Hand over hand, I’ll be lonely as hell I’m a big, old tree with some big ol’ leaves I’m keeping the water from my roots underneath And when it rains, damn sure it will I will still wilt I’ll shed this skin and lose some fat And god knows I’ll finally be right Well, my clothes will hang off of me like sheets on a countryside clothesline
12.
Monuments 03:11
So, you think the end is coming a little sooner than we thought before The ice age has got nothin’ on what’s coming for us. Silver linings fade to black. Well, I will still choose to be an artist or I will be in your audience. While others will weep and double over, let me hold you and we’ll laugh for a while. No, they won’t build monuments for us when we’re gone No, they won’t When scientists find our scattered remains, they will quiver but with calculated poise. But they won’t know nothing about the good times; shootin’ shit, getting lost, and making noise. No, they won’t build monuments for us when we’re gone No, they won’t place cultural institutions in our names when we die. No, they won’t Well, I will still choose to be an artist or I will be in your audience.

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Alan's second solo release and first official full-length strips away a lot of the bravado of his previous release in favor of a bare-bones production. The initial tracking of acoustic guitar and vocals were performed live in the course of an hour, and the rest of the instrumentation came from the next few months of layering. It creates a wistfully ramshackle feel, true to the title and the artwork, with witty lyricism and homegrown folk instrumentation.

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released March 10, 2023

All songs written and performed by Alan Lueth
Additional instrumentation by Wes Meadows
Recorded by Wes Meadows at Alan’s house and Sunnyvale Trailer Park
Mixed and mastered by Wes Meadows
Photography and art by Alan Lueth
Art Arrangement by Wes Meadows

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