Footsteps of lead and a broken back sense of misdirection is what we lack twisted mangled shackles by the railroad track we reclaim the ruins of a broken home Carousel hidden in the valley of death one more step, it's just one more step taste the regret on shortened breath this mirage is starting to grow Slaves stumble and soldiers trudge through the shit and through the mud boots worn thin and caked with blood all behold the moss free stones/ I went out searching for those hidden gems truth I knew was waiting round the bend but I turned that corner it was just a dead end so I'm draggin' my feet back on home again /The lights in the sky, the filth in the streets souls are sold off in little chunks of meat while festering in the heat the heathens feast on road kill picked to the bone Comrades captured by the spirit of wine a flame burnt out before it could shine surrounded by surrogates brings to mind how it feels to be alone Casting a spell, spittin' a curse everyday it gets a little bit worse but it goes unnoticed because it's covered in dirt as we slowly turn to stone
Our best friends in the world and our sister band/busking partners in Pittsburgh. These lovely people write melodic river folk that will give you feelings. They even let us be in their band sometimes! Cousin Boneless
Our friend Ricky is the reason Chris started playing accordion, and took party to the birth of Cousin Boneless. This album does things that we cannot explain or fathom. Just listen to it Cousin Boneless
The Rail Yard Ghosts came to Pittsburgh to play a show in our house a few years back. It was the catalyst for Cousin Boneless to exist. We would truthfully not be around if not for these folks Cousin Boneless
fell into Days n' Daze when I was travelling, thanks to some of my road dogs. I don't have that freedom anymore but I feel a piece of it Everytime I listen to their music. love y'all! thefool309
As much as I like the current line up, I do miss the dynamic that Marissa's voice added to the band. Plus, she's one of the better washboard players out there. Terry Aston