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Twilight On The Trail

by Silo's Choice

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Mike Fox
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Mike Fox A gorgeous relatable record that recalls the fonder aspects of barenaked ladies and counting crows. Favorite track: Annwn.
The Visiting Wonder
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The Visiting Wonder An excellent entry-point into the dense Silo’s catalogue. Romantic, sad, funny. A truly stunning record perfect for late Winter/early Spring. Favorite track: All Hallows.
Michael Massey
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Michael Massey Beautifully rich songs with challenging and passionate lyrics. Favorite track: Cigarettes Inside.
William Banks
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William Banks Wonderfully accessible, Twilight On The Trail manages to interlace familiar sounds with the novel concepts that come standard with every Silo's record. Unfortunately, the record hits a stumbling block after Gretna Green when it abruptly refuses to provide tracks 13-????? Favorite track: One Night.
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1.
Annwn 03:11
everybody’s gonna think it’s them when you go drifting out the world on a new song pen smearing on a new page, police tape on the grass everyone’s gonna wonder what they did wrong so think of us and walk it back, walk it back you don’t have to work that angle. perforate the lines around your life let in the hounds, the changelings and the angels a turning gear sets the gears around to spin too you dance in your room and the stars turn with you how I long to see the old things – the old world written in old words consumed with my body in a long fire and rise up in the sound of a new chord do you float? or does your spirit sink into the earth? I think you slip sideways into a new birth and you don’t want a funeral but I guess you kinda gave up on getting your own way. so we’ll gather ‘round a fire tonight and stop talking shit about each other for a day if your spirit’s really floated off somewhere maybe we’ll sight it as it passes we’ll be holding up your wings and you’ll be holding up our glasses have a drink. have a few, it doesn’t matter now hear the nightlife of a new town feel the bright light on your eyes now sing a new song, sing a new song
2.
Do No Harm 03:03
I went out walking by the lake, fingers frozen, and tried to think I wish I was still smoking, god forbid I wish it didn’t matter what I did I know you’re singing to yourself checking your voicemail a dozen times I wish you didn’t love me like hell I wish it didn’t matter what I felt and we could live inside this endless “oh well . . .” do no harm – shed no tears – reference your directive make no sound when you go – leave them guessing in the snow oh, throw ‘em off now I smell your brandy breath and I’m concerned and I know you’re worried about me in your turn the bar gets louder, the evening softens you know you shouldn’t drive home, I shouldn’t be talking I know I shouldn’t weigh myself so often but I do no harm – shed no tears – reference my directive leave no trace – show no fear – leave them guessing where I go and in your arms I disappear – it feels so familiar no one knows that I’m here, I leave no footprint in the snow, oh
3.
One Night 04:00
when it’s twilight on the trail and there’s nowhere left to go when they’re closing down the Comet I’ll be the last to know the band and the drinks, your hand on my knee, this is not my scene – but you seem interesting – as the glasses all clink, as the words start to sing I am listening, I am listening as you try to tell your feast from famine we’re not the ones we’re looking for in the end another night will pass right through you and leave your voice hollering on the wind your arm around my waist out where all the drunks were parked now they’re slip sliding in formation down the highway in the dark it’s not the magic of dreams, it’s not you, it’s not me not the arrow of love, or the celestial machine we’re just enacting the scene: we speak and believe one night is all we need, that is all I need I’m not as uptight as I seem, though it’s close, and the steam of your breath in the branches like a sign I can’t read but I will come right along, I can be had for a song and I am listening, I am listening as you try to tell your feast from famine but we’re not the ones we’re looking for in the end another night is just another night and leave my voice wavering on the wind try and tell your feast from famine you’re not the one you’re looking for in the end every hand will pass right through you and leave your voice hollering on the wind
4.
Nell 02:36
I know you’re out there statistically I hope you haven’t given up on me as I wonder through the bayou “journeys end in lovers meeting” and every step that came before will bend in towards a single moment like waves pulled into shore I bake some bread and I pour some wine make my bed and I bide my time I can’t wait to get to know you “journeys end in lovers meeting” and every step that came before will bend in towards a single moment like waves pulled into shore “journeys end in lovers meeting” I feel mine coming to a close I’m not afraid when you will be there every lonely playwright knows that “journeys end in lovers meeting” and every step that came before will bend in towards a single moment like waves pulled to a distant shore “journeys end in lovers meeting” I feel mine coming to a close I’m not afraid if you will be there.
5.
Insurance 03:09
Katerina just relax, this is not an intervention we all just got off work at the same time so drink all that you want, no one’s keeping track though it says something you think we might what if my appendix bursts? what if I get pneumonia? what if I up and pull out all my teeth? what if your mind gives out on your way back home from Arlins when the night is cold and your friends are all asleep oh la isn’t it a thin string we’re on four degrees of warmth — plague bacteria in the icemelt — the Beast born from a nuclear oil slick don’t think about me Kate, just trust there is no answer the drugs just make my stomach sick anyway let go of your concern, and I will do with mine if disaster comes we’ll stand and lock eyes with it I think I’m going up, do you want another whisky each glass and every night alive’s a gift oh la isn’t it a thin string we’re on
6.
everybody’s thinking the same thing eating candy in the airport, looking at phones, awful at sports all of us here in the same place making the rounds, eyes on the ground in crowded rooms where they’re all thinking the same thing everybody’s thinking the same thing everybody’s thinking the same thing watching out for developers, bureaucrats, drug sniffing dogs and the cops just hoping that the phone rings or the email with the job, or the lotto, or finding twenty bucks on the ground just get me off of the down-swing everybody’s thinking the same thing so how’s it goin, how’s it goin, how’s it been? great set – great party – great to see you here again how’s it goin, how’s it goin, how’s it been . . . all saying the same things deep in our heads, losing the thread, telling ourselves: "this isn’t happening to me I’m not one of those chumps I work harder, and jump higher, I deserve so much more" - in every case it’s the same thing everybody’s thinking the same thing everybody’s thinking the same thing
7.
no, I can’t go in there, I don’t know anyone inside but thanks for the invitation. I don’t need a ride I’ll take the bus back home – I’ll take the 19 I love your jokes and your dancing and your fake photographic smile thanks for the brandy, it’ll do me for a while but don’t try and draw me out – I don’t want to be drawn out: no, sir the sky is blank, the freeway’s empty – the roulette table’s rigged maybe we should quit before our drinks get cold and our cards declined we’ve got cigarettes inside us fizzing when we sing the bar gets quiet in winter, the jukebox rimed with ice I hope I die before I get bitter, before I ever think I’m wise because I’m dumb and the things I love are dumb but I can’t change them – I am them don’t lie, don’t borrow money, don’t come crawling to my door don’t admit defeat, don’t ever change your mind, don’t go out anymore ‘cause we’re obsolete, we have gone obsolete by intelligent design as another generation picks up cigarettes inside us, though we don’t smoke them anymore they’re still burning down the years, ash spilling out our ears smoke rises in the silence: have I done all I am good for? all this singing, marching, voting, I’m still standing here and choking on my breath, at every party they’re smoking cigarettes inside
8.
I’m always taking off my shoes you’re always doing work you can’t use as some east side lawyer shreds the blues we have our birthdays together but we’re growing apart. we’re growing apart we have our birthdays together my back turned to the weather of life you call to talk about the Reds I don’t give a fuck about the Reds I just want to get my friends all here we’ll have our birthdays together or we won’t have them at all, have them at all our years pass linked for ever two fates in a world of birthdays we have our birthdays together but we’re growing apart, the shatter has started turn your back to the world forever fall into the line of birthdays your friends forget your birthday
9.
Counterpoint 04:28
who can judge you if you’re angry we’d be angry too so tear the kitchen cabinets off their hinges no-one’s blaming you if he calls you from Kate’s after-party do you think that you’ll pick up? you’ve been drifting through your twenties carried on your luck if I can’t believe it maybe there’s not grace in my heart to match it if it seems like some kind of magic who can judge you if you’re drinking I’ve been drinking too so tell him what you’re gonna tell him do what you’re gonna do if I can’t believe it maybe there’s not love in my heart to match it if it seems like some kind of magic guess we’re just gonna wash our hands and send you on your way
10.
All Hallows 02:51
I can’t wait to get doored by cars on Hamilton Avenue, I’m too far from home and I’m gonna get slipping drunk and call my friends to pick me up like “fists clenched in shame and rage leaning on the door of a silver cage” most fucked up on Ancient Ancient Age all hallows storm the stage & screen my breath comes tentative take me to where the white boys live show me around my thin white room I’ll put on a DVD for you while the tavern light goes grey the chord goes up, the crowd goes ape you’re the last one un-amazed all hallows storm the stage when you’re anxious, it’s just you everyone else knows what to do and when I’m afraid to embarrass myself no one else needs any help when you’re gone enough that the taxis won’t stop, gone enough that you start to trust the cops gone enough that the band sounds great that’s when all hallows praise all hallows the past’s a maze and the future’s blank the veil draws back and in its place is just so much empty space all hallows storm the stage
11.
Dickens Dock 05:31
like snowmelt into dry ground I’m having better dreams now a new bar to argue with new friends I walk on the ice and don’t fall in the cold pier where we first kissed guess nobody ever named it I christen it Dickens Dock after my jacket pocket paperback break a bottle of beer and take a picture, but it’s not like that god damn weren’t we strivers true believers and deciders planting landmines for no-one to find I give everyone a wide berth all that worry makes my stomach hurt hot on the trail of some dialectical secret that may or may not be there when the roof caves in the kids are so stoned that they don’t care they just love the open air god damn aren’t we strivers training dogs and cutting wires on landmines that no prying feet will find god damn aren’t we strivers under monstrous amplifiers making monsters for monsters to fight god damn aren’t we strivers god damn aren’t we strivers we care too much: it makes us look ridiculous our angry mouths wide open to a sky that only laughs and sends down snow to coat our tongues god damn aren’t we strivers god damn aren’t we strivers when the pier’s knocked down and the picture’s lost on some dead drive the night sky steals a kiss for its frozen archive
12.
Gretna Green 04:04
maybe you fall out of love – we’ve all seen it – it happens maybe you’re exhausted – half out and half in maybe I have to spend some time in institutions fighting with insurance, worn down to a wisp forget about all of that: let’s light up the bar there’s no-one I’d rather love than whoever you are what if my liver fails catastrophically, with no warning while I’m watering the garden on some bright October morning? what if next time if you get angry you get really angry? what if forgiving takes more heart than have? there’s a bomb in the submarine consider the facts: like iron to an anvil, like the California coastline like the Billboard top 40 we move in our own time what if I don’t know you as well as I know that I love you what if there’s no tomorrow to test us anyhow so let’s get married right now feel free to say no but I think it’s a good idea I can cook and clean the house and it’d make doing taxes simpler – hear me out – let’s get married right now I’m ready, I’m even wearing shoes and I got my best pen in my pocket friends to witness and warm blankets for the ride let’s get married tonight, I’m bright and I’m ready for the rest of our life let’s get married tonight, and you can have me while I’m still alright let’s get married tonight, I’m bright and I’m ready for the rest of our life

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Recorded 11/2018 - 12/2019 .

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released March 27, 2020

Josh Jessen: keyboard on tracks 1, 3, 5, 7, 9, 11, 12
Paul Vine: bass on tracks 5, 7, 9

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Silo's Choice Chicago, Illinois

jon is a normal guy who is a clerk at a normal type of store. he likes new age music and the beach. he has long hair, for now, but that could change, for instance if his hair were to get burned on the stove. that can happen at any time. he plays music.

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