American Soccer

by Packy Lundholm

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released April 11, 2016

Produced by Packy Lundholm and Noam Wallenberg
Recorded at Rax Trax Recording and Tight Eye Studios, Chicago IL
Mastered by David Glasser, Airshow Mastering

All songs by Packy Lundholm

Most instruments by Packy Lundholm, with contributions on various instruments and vocals by:

John Szymanski - electric sitar
Angela Martin - vocals
RJ Mitchell - vocals
Nathional Warren - vocals
Kory Quinn - vocals
Jonathan Johnson - vocals
Nate Urbansky - congas
Sam Fullerton - tenor and bari sax
Doug Schuler - trumpet
Edwin Velazquez - trombone
Andrew Lothian - vocals
Brian Mazzaferri - vocals
Chris Lundholm - guitar textures
Chuck Bontrager - violin and viola
Ali Herbst - cello
James Ross - double bass
Tawny Newsome - vocals
Bethany Thomas - vocals
Noah Plotkin - percussion
Herf Yamaya - upright bass
Phil Ajjarapu - pedal steel
Pete Lundholm - bass guitar

Cover Photo by Michael Schaffer
Design and Artwork by James Wenzel

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Track Name: Green
The redheads are dressed in green tonight
And I’m pretty sure it’s for you and me
Won’t you tell her that I miss her so
And I can’t believe it’s not my scene

Everybody looking for somebody to love
Or a reason to leave
No one’s happy with the way that it is today
The way it could be

The days are getting short again
And it looks like I’m getting older, too
I take back some of what I said
Welcome back to the town you knew

Everybody looking for somebody to love
Or a reason to leave
No one’s happy with the way that it is today
The way it could be

The redheads are dressed in green tonight
And I’m pretty sure it’s for you and me
Now won’t you give me just one more chance
Just one more is all I need

Everybody looking for somebody to love
Or a reason to leave
No one’s happy with the way that it is today
The way it could be
Track Name: Young Magdalene
If you want a lover
You know you have to love her
From your very heart
And if you want to keep her
You know you must believe her
From the very start
From the very start

‘Cause if you want to see Young Magdalene
She has to want to see your face again
It’s a lonely time, without her shine

Hiding under covers
Acting like young lovers do
You know it’s true
Fight for her you clap your hands
Have a smoke, strike up the band
A whole new you is showing through

‘Cause if you want to see young Magdalene
She has to want to see your face again
It’s a lonely time, without her shine
On you

Don’t you want her here with you
All those things you want to do
Yes you want to see her through
Track Name: La La La
I was elated, now frustrated
Every time I talk to you
It’s always the same, some terrible game
To impossibly prove myself to you

I go “la la la la la la la”
It’s always the same, a terrible game
I go “la la la la la la la”
I’m drowning you out, not listening
Not listening, I swear I’m not listening

When I call you back it’s a panic attack
A subsequent week of fear and doubt
It’s this or it’s that, it’s things from the past
Pure disappointment through and throughout

I go “la la la la la la la”
It’s this or it’s that, things from the past
I go “la la la la la la la”
I’m drowning you out, not listening
Not listening, I swear I’m not listening

It’s like I’m talking to the wall
When you don’t even seem to care at all, woo

Muting you, I’m refuting you
I’ll keep you at arm’s length here on out
Putting you down, I’m back on the ground
No longer have to make that sound

I go “la la la la la la la”
I’m putting you down, back on the ground
I go “la la la la la la la”
I’m drowning you out, not listening
Not listening, I swear I’m not listening
Track Name: Swing Low
I saw your picture, it brought me back
More than just a memory, more than a man
Twenty-four years you know it passed by like a dream
Look for advice but the answer’s not there
Hear for your voice but it’s silent downstairs
I know what I know but I don’t know what I don’t know

And I try, try, try, to keep you in mind
But it hurts, hurts, hurts, when you’re out of sight

Wherever you’ve gone, I wanna be there
Swing low sweet chariot, bring me home to your arms

The last time I saw you is there but it ain’t
The story is vivid but the picture is faint
Man, I can’t wait to tell this story to you
Time waits for no one, especially when
You try to live it all over again
How do I move to the future and stay by your side?
Track Name: Louie
I was only ‘bout five years old
When I knew that you were no good
You never did quite what you should
Obviously born under a bad sign
All the neighbors and the teachers and the priest
Said there’s a devil living in side
And your tongue is fit to be fried
But you never changed your precious ways

Ooh, Louie, what do you do to me
I’d like to tell you that you’re mean
And kick you to the street
But I just can’t let you go, sayin’
Ooh, Louie, what does it mean to me
You got the thing I love behind those eyes
But you make it hard to sympathize

You tell me “beauty’s in the eye of the bitch”
Like you got something to prove
Like your prose was meant to move
Me to your bitter, judgmental side
I wasn’t raised with an iron fist
But I know how to keep it in line
You gonna step on me one more time,
I might have to do something I will regret

Ooh, Louie, look at what you do to me
I’d like to tell you that you’re mean
And kick you to the street
But I just can’t let you go, sayin’
Ooh, Louie, what does it mean to me
You got the thing I love behind those eyes
So I just can’t let you go
No I just can’t let you go
I’d like to tell you that you’re mean
And kick you to the street
But I just can’t let you go
No I just can’t let you go
Track Name: Child
If I had one more question
Maybe just one more call
Would I find the answer,
Would I find anything at all?
Like, how long till the sunset?
Will it rise again?
You saw my beginning,
Will I see you at the end?

If I was a little bit bolder,
Maybe said some more,
I think I might have helped you
At least open the door
And if I was a little bit older,
Well now I’m copping out
Again with my excuses
Is that what this is about?

I am my father’s son
Alone here in the wild
All my battles lost and won
I am my mother’s child
Child

If I was another man
In another family
It would not be the same way
The way it ought to be
You fed into my passion
And you gave me all I need
Yeah, it was far from perfect
But perfect isn’t free

I am my father’s son
Alone here in the wild
All my battles lost and won
I am my mother’s child
Child
Track Name: Fool Them Some
Polyester, jheri curl, and a rosary
Rolling in a beat down Buick Century
Lost, out of gas, needs to make a call
He says “spare me a dollar
or anything you got at all”
Now if you sympathize, dry your tears
He’s been hitting this corner for years

Like grifters overworking the territory
You might fool them some, but you can’t fool me

The tycoon’s son co-opted the rebel yell
And wouldn’t you know it, he hides it pretty well
Belting out revolution melodies
With a message that died with the 1950s
Now I’d like to wish you well
But you got too much hate to sell

Like punk rockers writing jingles for the RNC
You might fool them some, but you can’t fool me

They say one’s born every minute
And every minute another one falls
Don’t become some cold statistic
You better keep your head up
Or you know what’s gonna happen
You know what’s gonna happen to you

Now everybody’s hung up on the telephone
Every waking hour can’t leave the damn thing alone
Spreading your lies and your old wives’ tales
Putting your personality up for sale
Now you’d like me to think you’re deep
But I don’t believe a thing I read

Like the tales you’re telling on the tiny screen
Like grifters overworking the territory
Like punk rockers writing jingles for the RNC
You can’t fool me
Track Name: (Please Lord Let This Be My) Last Goodbye
She’s got the style
She’s got the grace
She put everything in it’s right place
I’m rolling over
I’m playing dead
I just can’t get that face out of my head

Now please Lord let this be my last goodbye
Bring an end to all these lonely times
What’s it gonna take to make you only mine?
Please Lord let this be my last goodbye

She’s got the silver
She’s got the gold
She don’t do exactly what she’s told
We drink the whiskey
Out of the jar
Everybody knows just who we are

So I said…
Track Name: Ya Can't Make It in Rock And Roll
I don’t care what Dave Grohl said
Ya can’t make it in rock and roll
Ya can’t put on a good old-fashioned show
For the kids

Ya gotta comb your hair that way
Ya gotta watch out for what ya say
‘Cause ya never know
When your sponsors can hear

But don’t let it get ya down
There’s plenty of work to go around
Like at the bank, or maybe
Your local drum machine store

I don’t care what your hippie dad says
Ya just can’t make it in rock and roll
Ya got no one to pay for your blow anymore
Track Name: Falling Rains (For My Life)
The spring, it comes with a vengeance
Of clouds in the sky
And all we know to do is cower and hide
When it rolls in and the bursts begin
I go without fear
I remember what it is that brought me here
It’s a hard time
Happens all the time, but I know

That without these muddy waters
My crops won’t grow long
And if not for breaking muscle
I’d never grow strong
Without my darker days I wouldn’t know I’m alright
So I thank the falling rains for my life

Sometimes dreams get smashed like tempered glass
On the passenger side
What you hold dear can disappear
In the blink of an eye
It’s a constant reminder, we’re not in control
Hold on as long as you'd like, until you must let go
Start believing
Life has an evening, but I know

That without these muddy waters
My crops won’t grow long
And if not for breaking muscle
I’d never grow strong
Without my darker days I wouldn’t know I’m alright
So I thank the falling rains for my life
Yes, I thank the falling rains for my…

It was beautiful on Thursday, with the clouds so low
We talked about the future and the radio
And all the things we set upon and promised to do
But before too long they came back with the news
Though I miss you
I’m always with you, and I know

That without these muddy waters
My crops won’t grow long
And if not for breaking muscle
I’d never grow strong
Without my darker days I wouldn’t know I’m alright
So I thank the falling rains for my life