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“Upon my first listen to The Marshall Pass EP “Phantom Train” I thought I was listening to some sort of transcendental eulogy. Lush acoustic guitars and vocals that delivered a universal sermon comforted me as I floated around the details of minimal instrumentation and layered choruses. Upon further investigation it was no surprise that the two responsible for The Marshall Pass drew their inspiration from the passing of a great friend and musical confidant. Mapping the vibe and overall feel of the record is the healing process and that process is what navigates the myth of the “Phantom Train” from loss to redemption.” — Jeremy Moses Curtis

Duncan Arsenault: guitar, banjo, piano, bass, percussion
Craig Rawding: vocals, harmonica

All Songs Written By The Marshall Pass
Recorded at Hadwen Road Studio
Produced by Duncan Arsenault
Mastered by Paul Dagnello
Design and Photography by Duncan Arsenault

Dedicated to our dear friend Scott Ricciuti

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Lyrics

Abilene

When your blood red sky is the same as mine,
I will finally rest in peace, Abilene.
We could fly from the mountain high,
and we could swim to the bottom of the sea.
Oh how crazy I must seem,
clinging to your washed out dream, Abilene.

I’ve been chained and bound,
In this lone pine ghost town.
Been a long sundown,
since I’ve seen you, Abilene.

I’m at the end of my rope and you don’t care,
left me hangin’, swingin’ in the air Abilene.
There’s nothing left to keep you wild but the miles,
between you and me.
And if I ever see your face again,
I will show you how your story ends, Abilene.

Blue and Gray

Stone cold breeze was blowing through the canyon,
drew her out the door.
Down in the valley everybody’s buried in the Civil War.
And between the blue and gray,
she’d forgotten what she wanted to say.

She had a reason and I hope she finds her color someday.
She had a reason but it changes every season,
She had a reason but it changes every season,
She had a reason and I hope she finds her color someday,
Between the blue and gray.

The walls are getting smaller,
disappearing stone by stone.
Her shadow’s getting taller,
anyone can she that she has grown.
And between the blue and gray,
she’d forgotten what she wanted to say.

She had a reason and I hope she finds her colors someday.
She had a reason but it changes every season.
She had a reason but it changes every season.
She had a reason and I hope she finds her color someday,
Between the blue and gray.
She had a reason but it changes every season.
She had a reason and I hope she finds her color someday.
Go find your peace somewhere.

Boot Hill Bound

Never had trouble finding trouble
’cause trouble always wants to be found.
I found him in a bar in Arizona,
but you can find his type in every town.
And I hear that sound,
the hammers pound,
I’m Boot Hill bound.

A mean-tempered drunk he had it coming,
everybody hated him around,
and if not for the long arm of his brother,
he would have been a long time in the ground.
and I hear that sound,
hammers pound,
I’m Boot Hill bound.

Town folks said to fly away now,
like a murder of crows into the night.
Sheriff be a-comin’ with a vengeance,
looking for an eye for an eye.

Two black horses in the moonlight,
seen ’em ridin’ side by side.
Sheriff and the Devil and the hellfire,
burnin’ every run down place to hide.

and I hear that sound,
the hammers pound,
I’m Boot Hill bound.

California Blue

Went to bed with my baby,
woke up with California blue.
Went to bed with my baby,
woke up with California blue.
’cause she’s got a gig in ‘Frisco
showcase in Los Angeles too

Well she sings like the devil,
they really ought to love her over there.
Well she sings like the devil,
they really ought to love her over there.
I hope she find the angels,
and comes back with her tail still in the air.

Fell asleep on the airplane,
woke up when I touched down in LA
Fell asleep on the airplane,
woke up when I touched down in LA

’cause the label signed my baby,
tracking backing vocals today.
California blue

Default Line

I just called to say that the system is collapsing,
I’m not payin’ the mortgage anymore.
The ceiling is cracked and the floor’s in need of waxing,
I’m not payin’ the mortgage anymore.

Tell Mr. Wells,
Tell Mr Fargo,
Let ’em sound the bells,
I’ll be in Key Largo.
I’m not payin’ the mortgage anymore.
I’m not payin’ the mortgage anymore.
The race has been run,
I don’t know who won,
but I know I’m not payin’ the mortgage anymore.
I just called to say that the horses’ legs are broken,
I’m not payin’ the mortgage anymore.

Tell Mr. Wells,
Tell Mr. Fargo,
Another dream to sell,
they can sell it for a bargain.
I’m not payin’ the mortgage anymore.
I’m not payin’ the mortgage anymore.

Tell Mr. Wells,
Tell Mr. Fargo,
keep that pound of flesh,
they can suck it to the marrow.
I’m not payin’ the mortgage anymore.
I’m not payin’ the mortgage anymore.

Stranded In Perdition

Nobody knows the trouble I have found,
Just how deep a hole,
I’ve dug into the ground.
I’ve walked through the brambles,
never on the path.
Living in the shambles,
suffering the wrath,
now I’m stranded in perdition,
and I’m sure to be found.
When I’m out of ammunition,
they will gun me down.

You don’t get rewarded
for being your own man.
Although I can’t afford it,
I’ve bitten all the hands
that ever tried to feed me,
or shield me from the cold.
Right now I’m starving
for a woman’s hand to hold.
’cause I’m stranded in perdition,
and I’m sure to be found.
When I’m out of ammunition
they will gun me down.

Nobody knows the trouble I have found,
all the bad decisions
that led me to this town.
I made my choices,
long as fate allowed.
But I hear their horses,
the baying of the hounds
and I’m stranded in perdition,
and I’m sure to be found.
When I’m out of ammunition,
they will gun me down.

Redemption Hill

At Heaven’s gate,
forty lashes late.
Sheriff couldn’t wait
to spit on my grave.
My riders came
across the dusty plains,
but the bullets paid couldn’t break my chains.
I’ll offer up my gun,
If it be your will.
It’s how the west was won on Redemption Hill.

I’m an unarmed man,
At your command.
Have I strayed too long to hear Gabriel’s song?
Justice has been served.
I guess that was your plan.
And though I don’t deserve
to shake Saint Peter’s hand…
before your will is done,
a moment if you will?
To watch the setting sun on Redemption Hill.

Would you take me still?
Or would you give me hell?
Or leave me where I fell, on Redemption Hill.
On Redemption Hill.

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