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Asleep in Corduroy

by Jason Steady

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1.
Asleep in Corduroy 02:35
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I've lost it, it's gone Sometimes the things that are hidden Are where they belong I can't see it, it's dark And the light that I have Doesn't Shine very bright anymore Maybe I hung around In my hometown For a little bit too long Watching everybody else Get up and gone I should have listened When you told me I was not where I belong But we both know it's not The first time I was wrong I can't read it, I'm dumb But does the writing on the wall Ever mean anything to anyone? I can't breathe it, it's strong It pushed me away and now I never want to go home So I sang goodbye To the last few of my friends Then I burned all the bridges to the places That I never want to go again I put as much of my stuff As I could fit into my van And I threw it all away What's the point? Nothing lasts I've lost it
2.
Warm Sons (Desert Hymn #1) 02:10
3.
I Think She's Real 02:05
lyrics
A cheekbone peek from under sleep, Sunlight drips from your lips A leafless branch, a fallen limb, The gentle breeze across your skin Hesitant touch, legs tied in knots, Broken quiet, constant thoughts Soft, beautiful, dark and ideal, Oh my god, I think she's real
4.
Deep Lucy 02:13
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Well Lucy is deep, yeah, Lucy is heavy She's heavier than me when she gets talking About the spaces in-between everything Oh, Deep Lucy, I see her in my dreams I feel her when I breathe When I don't feel like existing anymore I've looked at her for hours, But what color are her eyes? I've let her whisper in my ear all day, But what color are her eyes? She's so whet, and she gets all over me Yeah, I'm kinda blue, but Deep Lucy is too There's nothing I can do, So I'll just sit here on the sand and stare at you Deep Lucy? I take a little bit of her with me Every time that I leave, So I'll come back, you'll see I've looked at her for hours, But what color are her eyes? I've let her whisper in my ear all day, But what color are her eyes? She's so whet, and she gets all over me
5.
Desert Hymn #2 01:22
6.
Sleeping in Parking Lots 02:23
lyrics
A good saloon in a two-bit town, Drinks so stiff you wake up underground Singing with the locals, and feeling like we fit in just fine Until they keep all the tips at the end of the night Sleeping in parking lots when it's way too cold, Saving gas by driving slow Thinking only about that next margarita, And the girl I left back home, can't wait to see her Walking around Cap Rock, lookin' for where they burned Gram While the band stares at their phones in the van Channelin' Jonathan Walkin' on Huntington Beach With that light in my eye and a wave on my feet Sleeping in parking lots when it's way too cold, Saving gas by driving slow Thinking only about that next bean burrito And the girl I left back home, can't wait to see her Thinking only about that next gas station pizzeria And the girl I left back home, can't wait to see her
7.
Better Than a Real Restaurant 02:15
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Well, Friday you could come over and we could make dinner together Yeah we could make whatever we'd like And we could drink As much wine as we want It'll be better than a real restaurant Well, you could wear your old sweatpants Or get dolled-up just for fun I could wear that shirt you like, And keep my jokes to a minimum We can drink wine all night long, It'll be better than a real restaurant It'll be cheaper, oh my god It'll be quieter at my place There won't be anybody's little kids Screaming in your face And we can drink wine Until it's all gone It'll be better than a real restaurant And we can talk about our favorite songs We can tell stories about our old dogs The TV will sit quietly, not even turned on Oh, it'll be better than a real restaurant Oh, it'll be better than a real restaurant
8.
A Garden Grows (Chris Twist) 02:55
lyrics
A garden grows 'neath the single yellow rose That's where my love lies like a stone A hidden field with the crop come up to yield And I know someday I'll make it back home I'm out here on the run, trying to make it fun, That's the way I've gotta live I'm doing all I can, living on the lam, Taking all that I can give Leaping day and night, trying to get it right, Because that's my prerogative And I know someday I'll make it back home
9.
My Back Pages (Dylan/Byrds) 03:09
10.
Asleep in Corduroy (Naked Track) 02:39

about

Let's see, Asleep in Corduroy.

I moved out to the California Hi-Desert about three years ago after living in Omaha, NE for over 200 years. There was a bit of a mourning period and lots of thinking that continues to this day, but at the beginning, I found myself falling asleep in my corduroys a lot.

I've always wondered if, perhaps, corduroy pants should be worn inside-out, so the softest part is against your skin and not against the world. Or maybe the inside and the outside should be the same, but that'd put the kibosh on summer cords.

But I digress...

Asleep in Corduroy is the first, and only, lyrical song I've written since moving to the desert. Everything I could possibly say about it is in the lyrics already. The demo included at the end of the record is the main track that everything else was recorded onto.

Warm Sons is my first attempt to compose music directly on the pedal steel guitar, rather than overdubbing it all over everything at the end. The muted guitar is doing some poly-meter stuff (5/8 switching to 3/8 here and there), the bass chugs forever along.

I Think She's Real is an older song. It has a video (which I accidentally poisoned myself making), but was never officially released on anything. It's a bit stranger than the rest, vocoded vocals, cosmic XII string guitar stabs, the custom-built self-oscillating looper built for me by Rebecca Baxter.

Deep Lucy is a song about a girl, but is really a song about the ocean, who is also a girl. Sometimes I just can't get enough that ol' sea. They don't have that kind of thing in Nebraska, you know. This was one of my first proud moments in learning how to play pedal steel guitar.

Desert Hymn #2 is the second song I composed primarily on the pedal steel. Two Moog synth lines noodle around under it. It was originally used as backing music in a video about my chainstitching for All Roads Studio.

Sleeping in Parking Lots is a song about traveling around the country in a van and playing shows in weird dives. Touring, as it were. If you listen in headphones, your right ear should have a labored-over and stitched together steel guitar part, while your left ear should have me playing the same part in one take, very drunk and very stoned.

Better than a Real Restaurant is about my love of staying home and cooking with friends, family, whatever. I can't cook to save my life, but I'm good at chopping things up and generally following directions. I also like drinking lots of wine, and not leaving the house.

A Garden Grows is great song written by my friend Christopher "Kramer" Twist who lives in Chicago, IL these days, but used to live in Nebraska with me. We've been collaborating for 20+ years. Old friends in more ways than one. Look him up.

My Back Pages was written by Bob Dylan, but I'm playing it like the Byrds covered it. This was my motivational anthem as I packed everything up, threw everything else away, and moved away from my hometown for the dusty desert.


That's all, please consider falling asleep in your corduroys sometime, inside out or outside in.

For Jacob, PEACE
-jason

credits

released September 2, 2022

Recorded in:
a Basement Near Two Cemeteries in Omaha, NE
Chris' basement in Chicago, IL
My bedroom in the Hi-Desert

I played everything except:
Christopher "Kramer" Twist played bass on Sleeping in Parking Lots, Restaurant, and A Garden Grows (which he also helped sing)

I wrote all the songs except:
A Garden Grows - Chris Twist
My Back Pages - Bob Dylan/The Byrds

My father, Bob Steady, took the photographs
The cover is me in Los Osos, CA at Montaña de Oro. Sadly, that arch has recently fallen into the sea.
The back cover is a giant stack of pallets at the dump in Omaha, NE

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