Com Uma Bala

by Só Sol

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released January 30, 2015

All Songs Written by Jessica DaSilva and John Garrett
Music by Só Sol

Só Sol:
Jessica DaSilva - vocals, banjo, percussion
John Garrett - vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, banjo

Featuring:
Zach Bridges - bass, electric guitar, vocals
Chris Eddleston - drums, percussion, vocals
Nick Heys - accordion, piano, glockenspiel, vocals
Sonny Jim Clifford - harmonica
Jeff Somers - electric guitar
Billy Sharff - fiddle
Alyssa O'Keefe - vocals
Ian Doerr - organ

Recorded in Spring – Winter of 2014
at Napoleon Complex in Somerville, MA

Produced by Só Sol
Engineered by Shaun Curran
Mastered by Scott Craggs

This album is dedicated to the memory of Soleil & Jack.

Thank you to everyone who helped make this album possible.

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Track Name: Valsa Do Corpo
Me empresta as orelhas, escuta que eu falo. Estou versejando da que eu preciso;
teu corpo inteiro e tudo ao dentro é um alimento não posso faltar.
Me dar sua mão e nunca se tira. Feche os dedos, cerca meus dedinhos.
Abrir os braços e leva seu posse, a testa suada prova que merece.

Vamos valsar, vagabundo versado.
Vamos vagar, o valor é visível.
Vem velejar, tem o vento na vela.
No meu vestido… voando no vento.

Me dar sua boca e não vai com fome. Molha seus lábiose sente a doçura.
Levante a cabeça e abrir os olhos, o nosso amor ninguém pode tocar.
Pise com certeza e perde seu medo. O peso nas costas não te determina.
Acorda seu mente, é feito de ouro, comprende que nada limita você.

Vamos valsar, vagabundo versado.
Vamos vagar, o valor é visível.
Vem velejar, tem o vento na vela.
No meu vestido… voando no vento.

Vamos valsar, vagabundo versado.
Vamos vagar, o valor é visível.
Vem velejar, tem o vento na vela.
No meu vestido… voando no vento.
Track Name: Caindo
Caindo pelo chao; as aguas da cachoeira.
Caindo pelo chao; bolas de gude na mãozinha.

Tanto medo da queda;
Medo que vai quebrar.
Vai de treno na ladeira;
Nao é tao ruim ter caído.

Caindo pelo chao; folha seca delicada.
Caindo pelo chao; fluxo lancou do chuveiro.

Tanto medo da queda;
Medo que vai quebrar.
Vai de trenó na ladeira;
Nao é tao ruim ter caído.

Caindo pelo chao; chuva no jardim sedento.
Caindo pelo chao; parvo parede separando.

Tanto medo da queda;
Medo que vai quebrar.
Vai de treno na ladeira;
Nao é tão ruim ter caído.
Track Name: Yonder Will I Go
Did not mind the walkin’ ‘neath the noonday sun, the shadow cast on the road below
Was there because of me, wouldn’t be there without me.
I’ve loved and lost another enough to pass the time. Slow to rise and move again.
These toilin’ bones won’t go. These tired bones won’t go.

Yonder will I go, onward without pain.
Yonder will I go, onward without pain.

Telling sights remind me of what I can’t recall; my body waits before the gates
No sorrow shall I hold, no worries shall I hold.
If you catch my soul a-risin’ on its way beyond send a sigh, a nod and wave
To those who cared for me, to those who carried me.

Yonder will I go, onward without pain.
Yonder will I go, onward without pain.
Yonder will I go, onward without pain.
Yonder will I go, onward without pain.
Track Name: Key To Eden
Key to Eden, fit for turnin’…
The path it may fall underfoot. We stay to the side, it’s too far to fall.
Be light on your feet my love.
I hereby declare it is fine to sway to the side, to waltz until dawn
With unerring timely steps.

Key to Eden, fit for turnin’,
Wrought in gold.
Eyes ablaze and hands a’searchin’
Touring foreign parts unknown…

The fruit trees grow ripe in the sun, the grove is alive, though riddled with crows
It’s proper and easy pickin’.
We take to the road up ahead, conditions abide, horizon aglow
The unguarded gates will beckon.

Key to Eden, fit for turnin’,
Wrought in gold.
Eyes ablaze and hands a’searchin’
Touring foreign parts unknown…

Key to Eden, fit for turnin’,
Wrought in gold.
Eyes ablaze and hands a’searchin’
Touring foreign parts unknown…

Key to Eden, fit for turnin’,
Rock and roll.
Eyes ablaze and hands a’searchin’
Touring foreign parts unknown…
Track Name: Count the Days
It’s been a long and brutal snow, down in this dark and uninviting hole
Without her here, I’ll surely fade away. Until the springtime comes, I’ll count the days.

Tell it to me, your story of all the miles in between where you stand and what you’ve seen.

It’s been a long and brutal snow, down in this dark and uninviting hole
Without her here, I’ll surely fade away. Until the springtime comes, I’ll count the days.

Come on, now boy show me what you have found like a sun bleached bone in the mouth of a hound.

It’s been a long and brutal snow, down in this dark and uninviting hole
Without her here, I’ll surely fade away. Until the springtime comes, I’ll count the days.

It’s been a long and brutal snow, down in this dark and uninviting hole
Without her here, I’ll surely fade away. Until the springtime comes, I’ll count the days.

It’s been a long and brutal snow.
Track Name: Treasure Mountain Dove
In the hard hot sun that feels so easy on the back
Take a break now, go in the shade.
This binding burden shared by man and animal alike
Keeps us outside, out in the day.

The treasure mountain dove, equipped with open airy views
Would tell us how the other gardens grow.
The sounds within her mouth
Would tell of woeful jarring news,
The kind it might be better not to know,
The kind it might be better not to know.

If your boots protect your feet
And let you take beyond your need
You're lucky if you your luck won't keep you tied
To a relentless cultivation that's so highly civilized
It's easy not to notice when it's dry,
So easy not to notice when it's dry.

The ages lying still between the rows of feeding fields
Would tell us of the weather long before.
A steady stock in lives would be to mean to hear the landless cries.
You’re lucky if your luck won't keep you sure,
So lucky if your luck won't keep you sure.

The treasure mountain dove, equipped with open airy views
Would tell us how the other gardens grow.
The sounds within her mouth
Would tell of woeful jarring news,
The kind it might be better not to know,
The kind it might be better not to know.

In the hard hot sun that feels so easy on the back
Take a break now, go in the shade.
This binding burden shared by man and animal alike
Keeps us outside out in the day.

The treasure mountain dove, equipped with open airy views
Would tell us how the other gardens grow.
The sounds within her mouth
Would tell of woeful jarring news,
The kind it might be better not to know,
The kind it might be better not to know.
Track Name: Going Somewhere
My time is well spent here I cannot complain.
And I like the way down there is plenty to look at.
They don't mind if I stay here I won't harm a soul.
I will just come along I'm a proper companion.

Are we going somewhere?
We are going somewhere.
Aren't we going somewhere?
We are going somewhere.

My senses are faithful I recognize this as a
Place that I've been to before.
I am wild with excitement, I cannot sit down.

Are we going somewhere?
We are going somewhere.
Aren't we going somewhere?
We are going somewhere.

As your story unfolds
Resist the temptation to recoil and shut it away.
Your story's unfolding
Please resist the urge to fold it back up and stop it

Are we going somewhere?
We are going somewhere.
Aren't we going somewhere?
We are going somewhere.

My time is well spent here,
I cannot complain.
Track Name: Darling Lu
Darling Lu

Darling Lu, wave goodbye.
You're no longer out for the ride,
No longer away.

Darling Lu, say goodnight.
You're no longer up for the night,
No longer afraid.

Darling Lu, close your eyes
You’re no longer up for the fight,
No longer awake.

Darling Lu
Track Name: Agradecer O Sol
Chegou a hora de realizar a vida não é so esse aqui que vimos na frente dos olhos.
Falo por sua edificacao; nao esbanja sua porcao que talvez vai ser o final
Tem gente que gasta a vida inteira esperando o resto chegar, e deixa a alegria escorrega.

Agradecer o sol que você tá aqui me ouvindo agora
Agradecer o sol que você tá aqui me ouvindo agora

A linha tensa, a trave nervosa, a pisada segura vai evitar a queda.
Aproveite e tenta entender o que voce tem antes do fim. A vida é a viver assim.

Agradecer o sol que você tá aqui me ouvindo agora
Agradecer o sol que você tá aqui me ouvindo agora

Escuta povo; nao espera mais! Essa prenda sagrada vem somente brevemente.      
Ja tem alguem com a vida pior do que sua corrida suave.
Contudo isso tem  tristeza nos olhos e sempre consegue sorrir.

Agradecer o sol que você tá aqui me ouvindo agora
Agradecer o sol que você tá aqui me ouvindo agora

Chegou a hora de realizar a vida nao é so essa aqui que vimos na frente dos olhos…

Agradecer o sol que você tá aqui me ouvindo agora
Agradecer o sol que você tá aqui me ouvindo agora
Track Name: Singer
The walls of this factory
Maintain the heights and watts of neon lights
That keep my workin’ hands dry.

The upper-most tiered balcony
Is anxious to peer down at me at night.
My machine won’t skip a beat.

The sweat pool on the shop floor doesn’t faze me.
I wouldn’t wear this clothing if you paid me.

The walls streaming wet with steam
Make certain that I’ve left no seam behind
Every meter bolt and mile.

I started late at twenty two,
You see it is our custom to be blind
Come the age of thirty three.

The sweat pool on the shop floor doesn’t faze me.
I wouldn’t wear this clothing if you paid me…
Good thing you don’t!

Through coils of unraveled trim
The lights upstairs pulsate from dim to bright
In a wavering supply.

With careless notions strewn about
The hours, weeks and months without a sign
I might ever rest my feet.

The sweat pool on the shop floor doesn’t faze me.
I wouldn’t wear this clothing if you paid me…
Good thing you don’t!

The sweat pool on the shop floor doesn’t faze me.
I wouldn’t wear this clothing if you paid me…
Good thing you don’t!