BIG UNKNOWN (A.Wilson)

Turn south on Highway 1, chase down a lazy sun again
Flying high above the human race, knowing well you’ll never find a place to land
Lighting up around 7th Street, be sure to keep it way out of sight
Settle into the big unknown tonight

Weathered wood and worn out songs, taking way too long to catch a buzz
Lay down that weary head, you has-been who really never was
You’re still walking that narrow line, between seeing God and wasting your time
Settle into the big unknown tonight

You always had such an easy heart, it’s right about time you played another part
You’re still waiting on your day to dawn, caught on the fence with one hand holding on
So hold on tight
As you settle into the big unknown tonight

BRAND NEW PARADIGM (A. Wilson, S. Wilson)

The world will keep on turning without you burning out the gears
Seconds still collecting into just another year
No need for you to pay such close attention all the time
Quit passing on the left, let the world go passing by and by

Lay back and let your mind get softer for a while
We can let them fight for inches while we coast another mile
We can watch them as they’re drowning in those tired streets they’ve found
Bound in all directions, lost in all the crowds

I’m so sorry it’s not what you had in mind
Don’t hold the door I might be here for quite some time
I’m only hoping for a whole new state of mind, a brand new paradigm
A brand new paradigm

The world will keep on turning without you burning out the gears
Seconds still collecting into just another year
We could be the last ones standing when the final gavel falls
Quit asking all the questions, you’re making fools out of us all

I’m so sorry it’s not what you had in mind
Don’t hold the door I might be here for quite some time
I’m only hoping for a whole new state of mind, a brand new paradigm
A brand new paradigm

Love could be so easy somewhere out in outer space
So out of time, so out of line, so out of place
So I’ll sit here and linger on the same old worn out page
And we can give the finger to the spirit of the age

I’m so sorry it’s not what you had in mind
You pulled the cord now let’s all watch it all unwind
I’m only hoping for a whole new state of mind, a brand new paradigm

ROAD TO CANAAN featuring Leah Blevins (S. Wilson, Alana Levinson-LaBrosse)

Dark gold out the window and still the wheat grows
It’s midnight in Nebraska, we’re pushing on towards home
I belong to you darling and ain’t that enough
It’s a long road to Canaan but what’s that to us

In the land of the forgotten, some hearts are still young
There’s holes in my pockets and doubt on my tongue
I’m coming for you darling and that’ll be enough
It’s a long road to Canaan but glory’s always rough

Meantime it’s days out on my own
And nowhere seems close
Storms roll through the vacant plains
While thunder is keeping me awake till the dawn

The worst words are wait and see, I say throw it at the sky
And woe to all you petty well-fed sons of bitches
In the darkness there’s a hunger that won’t be satisfied
All the way to Canaan we’ll hold our hungry heads up high

LOST IN THE COSMOS [Song for Chris Bell] (A. Wilson)

Dangerous and desperate and young
Fixing your eyes on the distant horizon and waiting for dawn
For the sun to shine on
Something so pure and so bright
You caught it in glimpses but never could catch it, the harder you try
It’s still passing you by
But the farther and farther you crawl, bringing it home don’t make no sense at all
Seeking your way from the lines lying under the snowfall

Weary but carrying on
Don’t you march to the beat of a heart that’s been beating too hard for too long
Too hard for too long
Green and yet some kind of blue
You once were the watcher, but now it’s so clear they’re all looking at you
And they’re staring right through
But the faces grow dim with the lights
And all the old melodies holding you tight
As they all steal away like a thief in the night, ain’t it shameful

Lost in the cosmos again, deeper and deeper in what could have been,
As the fits and the starts they go spinning around in your brain
You just should have listened to me, all that there is now is all there can be
Lighting your way and fighting away the pain

BAD DANCER (J. Wilson)

The best lovers are out pacing the hallways
The best lovers are crying in the bathroom stalls
The best lovers tap their feet through all the pretty love songs
With their backs against the wall

Once Southern boys they all loved R. E. Lee
Once Southern girls loved R.E.M
Were they all in confederacy against you
Or were you just like them

You’re hanging with Bad Dancers

The best lovers are out pacing the hallways
The best lovers are smoking in the bathroom stalls
The best lovers are watching you through the pretty 80’s love songs
With their backs against the wall

Have you read the Odyssey
I haven’t read that book in years
How he killed off all her lovers
And he burst into tears

You’re hanging with Bad Dancers

FISHING SONG (J. Wilson)

With my head up in the clouds
And all this concrete beneath my feet
The faces they all stretch on for miles
Why am I so lonely? Still so lonely

I want to go fishing, I want to feel the sunshine
And I want Heaven and Hell to disappear as I cast a line
Drift away like the burdens on this heart of mine
I want to go fishing, I want to go fishing

So I’ll drive to the edge of town
Where there ain’t no one begging me to stay
Turn my back to the horizon, is it enough to walk away
Just to walk away

I want to go fishing, I want to feel the sunshine
And I want Heaven and Hell to disappear as I cast a line
Drift away like the burdens on this heart of mine
I want to go fishing, I want to go fishing

The birds don’t mind being birds
All the trees don’t seem to mind just being trees
Search my empty hands for the right words
This whole thing ain’t for me, its just not for me

HIGHER THAN MINE (A. Wilson)

A ship without an anchor, is a lovely thing to be
When you find the tide a little strong
She’ll pull you back to shore when you’ve been floating out to sea
And set you back adrift before the dawn

She don’t seem to mind a little loving company
But she don’t seem afraid to be alone
It’s mighty hard to hide behind a veil of irony
When she’s up in her tower made of stone

Higher than mine, higher than mine
Who said you could build your walls
So much higher than mine

Her smiling eyes remind me of a dirty magazine
And in between is what drives me up the wall
But when she gets to drinking she’s right where I want to be
Reminding me that nothing is going wrong

She’s my queen of diamonds, but anyone could have her
As long as he knows how to play the part
Of that old king of hearts with one hand upon a dagger
And the other hand held on his heart

Higher than mine, higher than mine
Who said you could build your walls
So much higher than mine

ARMS OF THE LANDSLIDE (J. Wilson, A. Wilson, S. Wilson)

Living in a time when time is standing still
And we still try to find religion when it’s such a bitter pill
The shrinks all seem to think that we’ll be fine
If we could find another acronym to justify our minds

I can’t afford to fly so I’ll throw myself in the arms of the landslide

In between your dreams and what you did
Instead you read the words of sages but the pages never bled
The memories of the girl you thought you’d never be
Could be returning with the turning of the colors of the leaves

I can’t afford to fly so I’ll throw myself in the arms of the landslide

If just once in your life, the stars would align
If once in your life, the bitter cold would leave you
And your days would be bright,
Not forever running from these memories

LIGHT A LIGHT (A. Wilson)

Looks like you lost the battle, you pray you’ll win the war
Know it’s tough talking about it in that way,
The giving has all been given, you hate to have her go
But it hurts that much worse when she stays

Blow your top and pull the handle out
Fall to pieces on the floor
There’s one thing you can’t be a man about
Won’t no one try and change you anymore

The cards out on the table aren’t the ones she thought they’d be
Not at all she thought she’d draw in the end
And your gut just got the better of your heart I can see
Lord knows that you’re never gonna bend

Light a light and blow the candle out
Crack the windows and lock the door
One less thing to give a damn about
Won’t no one try and change you anymore

HYMNSONG (J. Wilson, A. Wilson)

All the years I lost to sadness, all the years I lost to rage
Like a dog that bites its master, have you rattled at your cage
All the words you left unspoken gather ‘round your brain to grieve
Around the slowly fading picture of the man you couldn’t be

When we reach our proper station, will we have to shield our eyes
From the background radiation underneath these silent skies
Or live as dust beneath the altar, so forgotten and discrete
With no chance to ever falter underneath your savior’s feet

We’re convinced that there’s a cadence to the murmurs in the dark
Rapt in patient arbitration between our weary head and heart
Until our spirits cease their raging in the silence of the night
We will look for the love and logic in the dying of the light

Sons of Bill is:

James Wilson – vocals, guitars

Sam Wilson – vocals, guitars, pedal steel, piano, dobro, vibraphone

Abe Wilson – vocals, piano, organ, banjo, guitars

Seth Green – bass, vibraphone

Todd Wellons – drums, percussion

Produced by Ken Coomer
Engineered by Patrick Miller
Recorded at Creative Workshop, Nashville, TN
Except Higher Than Mine, recorded at White Star Sound by Stewart Myers
with additional tracking at End of the Sun Studio, Charlottesville, VA
Vinyl Mastering by Jeff Powell at Take Out Vinyl Memphis, TN, Assisted by Lucas Peterson
Vinyl Pressing by Matt Early at Gotta Groove, Cleveland, OH
Tracks 1, 2, 5, 8 mixed by Tchad Blake at Real World Studios, London, UK
Tracks 3, 4, 6, 7, 9 mixed by Jim Scott at PLYRZ Studios, Los Angeles, CA
Track 10 mixed by Jim Scott and Patrick Miller
Mastered by Greg Calbi at Sterling Sound, NYC
Drums on Fishing Song by Ken Coomer

Management: Whitaker Elledge / Pure Whit LLC
Legal: Jeff Colvin / Marcus &s; Colvin LLP
Booking: Keith Levy and Aaron Summer / New Frontier Touring
Publicity: Donica Christensen and Jim Flammia / All Eyes Media

Cover photo © Tošo Dabac
courtesy of the Museum of Contemporary Art, Zagreb, Croatia
Interior photo by Anna Webber
Layout by Marie Landragin

THANK YOU

A special thanks to all of our friends and family who keep this whole thing turning – Mom and Daddy Wilson, Julia and Brock Green, Martha and Bill Wellons, James and Vicki Kitcatt (we love you guys!), Noah Green, Douglas Stroud, Gordon Polley, Scott Clothier, Uncle Will Hammond, Steve Felger, Richard Nettles, Wynnette LaBrosse, Alana Levinson-LaBrosse, Jeffrey Glickman, Stuart Goldwag, Frank Levinson, Patrick Miller, James Green and Dexter Green, David Macias, Kim Buie, Parker Nusbickel and the Thirty Tigers Team, Jim Flammia, Donica Christensen, Lindsey Thompson and All Eyes Media, The Kid Carsons, Dragon Marie Landragin, W.B. Givens, Patrick Cassidy, and our team of all-stars Ken Coomer, Whitaker Elledge, Jeff Colvin, Keith Levy, and Aaron Summers.