Anodyne

by J. Robbins

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2 new songs to go along with a short tour out to Chicago and back. Here for a limited time. On the way to a full-length sometime in the near future ...

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released May 1, 2016

J. Robbins - voc, electric guitar
Brooks Harlan - bass, voc
Gordon Withers - cello
Peter Moffett - Drums
Recorded by J. Robbins and Matt Redenbo at the Magpie Cage, Baltimore MD
Mastered by Dan Coutant at Sun Room Audio

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J. Robbins Baltimore, Maryland

J. Robbins has been the singer/guitarist and principal songwriter in several DC-and-Baltimore-area post-punk rock bands since the late 1980s, most notably Jawbox and Burning Airlines. He is also owner and operator of the Magpie Cage recording studio in Baltimore MD. ... more

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Track Name: Anodyne
He drinks tears from the eyes of the true believers
They cling hard to the side of the one who threw ‘em their last line
Divine light of his ego warms their numb minds
Where is my
Anodyne, anodyne
Desperation wine
Anodyne, anodyne

Are you sick with a lack of imagination?
The gatekeepers get paid selling you what you already own
Dive, willingly blind, into the best lie
You can buy

Anodyne anodyne
Desperation wine
Anodyne anodyne
To liberate you from your mind
Anodyne anodyne
Free-est enterprise
Anodyne anodyne

First comes the crisis
to blow your doors wide
Your savior’s a salesman
who steps right inside
Quoting you prices
to keep hope alive
He leads to you a ledge
And leaves you with no goodbye

Anodyne anodyne
Desperation wine
Anodyne anodyne
To liberate me from my mind
Anodyne anodyne
Free-est enterprise
Anodyne anodyne
Track Name: Abandoned Mansions (band version)
no the years really haven’t been kind
central booking at sunrise
in the red at the edge of your eyes
let it blur as you drive by

grand abandoned mansions from a better time
rotting out from the inside

if you dig, what d’you think you would find
it’s a tomb, not a gold mine
it’s the creche of the creatures who climb
over each other’s bent spines

giants in the earth and bullets in the sky
little castles in their never-ending lines
rotting out from the inside

if you dig what d’you think you would find

“resignedly beneath the sky
the melancholy waters lie
and from the towers in the town
death looks gigantically down” (-E.A. Poe)

giants in the earth and bullets in the sky
grand abandoned mansions from a better time
bars and churches in their never-ending lines
rotting out from the inside