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TRACK SABBATH Vol. 1

by Packy Lundholm

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Might Be Alon The year is 2020. The world is in quarantine due to COVID-19. Packy drops this album on March 27, and it makes everything just a little bit more bearable. I'm convinced this man is incapable of producing bad music, as everything he puts out hits the same sweet spot between my ears and my heart. Keep up the amazing work, man. I love ya. Favorite track: For A Free Ride.
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1.
Hosanna 04:03
Hosanna was higher than she'd ever been When she pulled the knife on me Eyes were spinning and speaking in tongues And cutting up the sheets We were good and ready to fire confetti Welcoming the New Year's baby But Eve had passed and Adam was gassed And I lost the courage to sleep Hosanna, you marketable mess You never give better than your second best I know you got it in you but you say you need the rest Pink salt from the Himalayan mine Found it in the Costco aisle We live like kings from an ancient time Eating everything in style The sherpa lost his fingers in delivery for $13.99 And all you can say is it's such a shame That he could not make it on time Hosanna, you marketable mess You never give better than your second best I know you got it in you but you say you need the rest I got my eye on you Not even kidding, I'm afraid of you I got my eye on Hosanna, you marketable mess You never give better than your second best I know you got it in you but you say you need the rest
2.
COCAINE GUYS 02:16
I just wanna be cocaine guys Life of the party in my own eyes Hiding in the kitchen with that secret smile I was only gone for a little while But enough about me, what do you think of me We could be best friends forever tonight I just wanna be cocaine guys Credit cards be telling the whitest lies Pop the second button and act all tough Leave a $50 on the nightstand and hope it's enough But enough about me, what do you think of me I got a business plan that's sure to succeed I just wanna be... You know I never been so good at the night I'm lookin for whatever gets me through the night You know I'll take it, I need it, I want it You got some? I got you, come meet me in the Woo! I just wanna be cocaine guys Seven conversations at the same time Pounding vodka crans till the break of noon Hitting on your ex-wife a little too soon But enough about me, what do you think of me I think this party might never end I just wanna be cocaine guys
3.
The clock under the don't walk sign is counting down You floor it trying to make your way across town My patience growing shorter than a downtown yellow light You don't know just how long you've kept me waiting Trick your friends when you run out of dirty money Tell the world wide web you're working on yourself Make a getaway to my parlor floor when your girlfriend's uncle's girlfriend Catches you in the medicine shelf Now you've run out of excuses, I know how it goes You don't know just how much you've been stealing And you say Jesus Christ saved my ass tonight I didn't know our savior drove a Honda Take two spills and call me in the morning Tomorrow you won't remember Tomorrow you won't remember You know you never remember Burning all your colleagues in public effigy Your dirty laundry's out here growing mold This spectacle is quickly self-defeating Don't make me have to say I told you so Now you've run out of excuses, I know just how it goes You got nowhere to run but keep running And you say Jesus Christ saved my ass tonight I didn't know the son of God works at Kroger Take two spills and call me in the morning Tomorrow you won't remember Tomorrow you won't remember You know you never remember And you say Jesus Christ saved my ass tonight I didn't know our savior lives down on Harlem Take two spills and call me in the morning Tomorrow you won't remember You know you never remember
4.
Down Ashland 03:27
I will carry you down Ashland If it gets me ten with my new best friend I'll hold onto your wallet and keys Maybe you won't lose them again I will plead your case to the barkeep When he says you've had too much While you lose your brunch in front of him We'll go crawling down Ashland For the second time this week Day drinking was a bad idea I'm all out of ideas these days Let me get my head together Before I call you back again I just heard the birds start singing You gotta go to work I hope your boss don't jerk you around Keep it cool when you drive down Ashland You might make it back alive Day drinking was a bad idea I'm all out of ideas these days Let me get my head together Before I call you back again
5.
I have never felt so alone With a crowd in my face And the worst part of all is, I know I put myself in this place I don't want to know how much I spent on you Don't want to know how much I have lost I don't want to know but I can tell you now How much do a free ride cost I'm an empty man Got a hole in my brain Got holes my heart and in my soul But from the outside I look the same I don't want to know how much I spent on you Don't want to know how many years I've wasted I don't want to know but I can tell you now How much do a free ride cost How much for a free ride Now I've left that place once again I don't even feel like I'm missing out I think I remember what I used to be about I don't want to know how much I spent on you Don't want to know how much I gave away I don't want to know but I can tell you now How much do a free ride cost How much do a free ride cost How much for a free ride
6.
Wolf Tickets 04:18
I had a hundred fifty grand on my Amex card When Blink-182 pulled out The production office was a bloody mess The Bahamians pulled their clout Caravan dropped kids at the beach club They had nowhere else to go We never got our shit together It was hours till the show So drink up your tequila Enjoy it while you can There’s a riot on the horizon Of the broken-promised land We sold wolf tickets, wolf tickets Wolf tickets to the upper class, we sold Wolf tickets, wolf tickets Come in and enjoy the show We bought Pablo Escobar’s island It cost a pretty stack But we showed our hand in the first ad And we had to give it back The captain looked in the mirror With the mouthwash in his hand He caught himself preparing To blow the customs man So finish off your vape pen Enjoy it while you can There’s a rain soaked mattress waiting for you In the broken-promised land We sold wolf tickets, wolf tickets Wolf tickets to the upper class, we sold Wolf tickets, wolf tickets Come in and enjoy the show Believing in Ja Rule was my first mistake But I know better now Billy The Grifter was on the take We all know better now He got the best of his investors He took us all for a ride He flashed big white teeth at the SEC And he took it all in stride So snap off your last selfies Enjoy it while you can Your refund is still pending In the broken-promised land We sold wolf tickets, wolf tickets Wolf tickets to the upper class, we sold Wolf tickets, wolf tickets Try to enjoy the show We sold wolf tickets, wolf tickets Wolf tickets to the upper class, we sold Wolf tickets, wolf tickets Hope you enjoy the show

about

TRACK SABBATH, Vol. 1

In early 2019 I was juggling several recording projects at once, making zero creative time for myself and feeling my body and spirit creep towards burnout. I decided to take the month of February off from my recording clients and spend that time following up on old song ideas, experimenting with sounds, and chasing whatever creative spark might inspire me on a given day.

You might call it a working vacation. I called it TRACK SABBATH.

This stretch of self-run sessions yielded a number of songs, some of which asserted themselves as worth keeping, and some of which died on the vine. Since that February I had kept these tunes under wraps, with loose plans to put a few more together and call it a proper record, get it pressed, and so on.

Alas, once I got back into my other recording projects time kept slipping away, and before I knew it a whole year had passed. Now that the world is holed up in their homes avoiding pandemic and getting bored as hell I decided it was time to stop being so precious, make a couple final tweaks, and let some of this music out already.

So, in classic wait-and-hurry-up fashion, I now present a selection of songs from the inaugural TRACK SABBATH.

Some liner notes, so to speak…

-Hosanna
Okay, I’m cheating already. This track was actually first recorded in November 2018, but the immense joy that I felt the day (and night, and wee hours) I made it was what influenced me to do TRACK SABBATH in the first place. This was the first time in a while that I had recorded myself in earnest, and it was a real treat to apply the skills and tools I had acquired in recent years to one of my own tunes.

-COCAINE GUYS
It’s a song about wanting to be cocaine guys. Pretty self-explanatory. Okay? To be clear, I’m not cocaine guys, I don’t actually want to be cocaine guys, but that’s the song. Okay? If you yourself are cocaine guys you might think this song is about you, and you might be right. This song features the only guest appearance on TRACK SABBATH, when Harley Figueroa comes in hot on the…just listen. Okay?

-Take Two Spills
Written in September ’18, after coming home from a literally inspiring Jason Isbell show at Auditorium Theater. I sat at the dinner table at 1am mumbling it into my phone so as to not wake my (now-)wife. Once I recorded it it got a lot louder. It’s a song about addiction and the lies addicts tell themselves and the people around them. It also features my favorite guitar solo I’ve ever done. Actually this is one of my favorite tracks overall.

-Down Ashland
This one technically predates TRACK SABBATH too but I messed with it a little during the sessions so I’m counting it. Just a couple of drunks holding each other up on a bender. Have you noticed these songs are basically all about drugs? I didn’t mean to do that but here we are.

-For A Free Ride
The TRACK SABBATH experiment also coincided within my months-long hiatus from social media. That break from incessant scrolling and backlit negativity freed up an astounding percentage of my brainpower and I found myself not only more creative but having more focus to pursue inspirations than I’d had in years. This is sorta about that.

-Wolf Tickets
A Jackson Browne/Warren Zevon piano ballad about the Fyre Festival. Straight up. Obviously I should’ve put this out when people were still talking about Fyre (oh, simpler times), but I didn’t like the track all that much at the time. But the few people who I did play it for eventually convinced me otherwise, and again, here we are.

Everything was recorded by myself at Sound Vault Studios. Final mixes and mastering were done in home quarantine on a single pair of headphones. That's usually a bad idea, but global circumstances have required it. Hopefully it all sounds okay on your own system. Caveat emptor.

credits

released March 27, 2020

All songs, instruments, and recording by Packy Lundholm
Except COCAINE GUYS, Alto Sax by Harley Figueroa
Recorded at Sound Vault Studios, Chicago IL

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