Celestial Navigation

by James Hyland & The Joint Chiefs

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released 14 September 2010

Produced by Stephen Doster
Recorded in Austin Texas at Nest Studios and EAR Studios

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Track Name: Lancelot & The Lady of Shalott
Lancelot & The Lady of Shalott
By James Hyland

You look lonely, Lonely to me
You look lonely, I can see, I can see
Ya you’re the only one for me
You’re the only one I see that I wanna see

But you’re cursed
By a verse, and what’s worse
You’re for me, you’re for me Lady of Shalott

I saw you leaning looking for me
The river was flowing, it brings you to me
It brings you to me
Your dress was flowing delicately
Candles were glowing. They’d light up a sea
Just so she could see

But you’re cursed
By a verse, and what’s worse
You’re for me, you’re for me Lady of Shalott

People keep showing, showing to see
Who is the lady? Why can’t we be?
Can we be?
You look happy, happy to me
You make me happy, too. I guarantee.
You bring out the best in me
You bring out the best in me
You bring out the best in me
Track Name: Radio City
Radio City
By James Hyland

I never seen so many lights on a building side
I paid 11-dollar toll plus a cab ride
The tunnel’s even kinda got a name like mine
And everything around here seems so alive
In Radio City

I got a paper, a pen, delivery man
Charlie hit record, let me try again
And orchestrate something that never been
And all I gotta do is stay alive and I swear I win
In Radio City

Radio, your sound surrounds
You know what you do to this town?
They follow the glow of the radio

A play-list brought by a businessman
The DJ’s trying to keep his job again
Nothing fresh ever gets through the door
I’m sorry but it ain’t about talent round here anymore
In Radio City
Radio

92nd Street and 2nd Avenue
A fire escape in the middle of the night’ll do
I’m killing time just like New Yorkers do
Something seems to have me dialed into you
Radio City

Radio, your sound surrounds
You know what you do to this town?
They follow the glow of the radio

Your sound surrounds
You know what you do to this town?
They follow the glow of the radio.

Radio City
Radio City
Radio
Track Name: Lowcountry Sound
Lowcountry Sound
By James Hyland

Lowcountry’s sinking sands
Moonlight through the moss
Ghost stories keep alive
Souls whose lives were lost
In a hurricane, or a civil war
Or when the English attacked the town
The marsh and the rivers, the bugs in the air
They make a lowcountry sound

A low, they make a low, a lowcountry sound
They make a low, they make a low, lowcountry sound
A lowcountry sound

It’s the sound of the waves
Breathing against the shore
The way that the bay it feeds the rich
The way that it feeds the poor
It’s the sound of a town coming back up
After it’s burned down
A Southern groove that made the country move
Was half the rhythm of Motown

A low, they make a low, a lowcountry sound
They make a low, they make a low, a lowcountry sound

A sound, they make a sound so sweet
It’s like a sleeping lover’s heartbeat
It’s a voice all on it’s own
Says it’ll be alright, son, once you get back home
Once you get back home
Once you get back home

To a low, to a low, a lowcountry sound
They make a low, they make a low, a lowcountry sound
A lowcountry sound
A lowcountry sound
Track Name: More Than I Let On
More Than I Let On
By Warren Hood and James Hyland

You’d never know by looking at me
I held true love
You’d never know how sadly
It all seemed to fall from my hands
Seeing her there, holding his hand
I just act like nothing’s wrong
It hurts me more than I let on

You’d never know
The loneliness of the road
You’d never see the sadness
In the beauty of being alone
Leaving a show just to return
To an empty room all alone
It hurts me more than I let on

It hurts me more than I let on
Well, I try, and I try everything to hide the pain inside
I may seem fine, this trouble in mind
Has lingered all along
It hurts me more than I let on

Solo dobro/fiddle

It hurts me, more than I let on
Well, I try, and I tried everything to hide the pain inside
I may seem fine, this trouble in mind
Has lingered all along
It hurts me more than I let on

When it’s time,
Time to go and sing the night’s last song
It hurts me more than I let on
Yes, it hurts me more than I’ve let on.
Track Name: Snowy River
Snowy River
By Jon Beckham

I ain’t leaving till November
Cannot count the miles I travel
With the winded and the lonely
I get blisters on my fingers

Snowy River, Mountaintop
Snowy River, Mountaintop
Well, I ain’t going home

Head across the Mississippi
And I head toward the Great Plains
I got my eyes set on them Rocky Mountains
Snowy River’s on my mind

Snowy River, Mountaintop
Snowy River, Mountaintop
Well, I ain’t going home till I die

Solo guitar/pedal steel

I ain’t leaving till November
Cannot count the miles I travel
With the winded and the lonely
I get blisters on my fingers

Snowy River, Mountaintop
Snowy River, Mountaintop
Snowy River, Mountaintop
Snowy River, Mountaintop
Well, I ain’t going home till I die
Track Name: Girls from Lake Pontchartrain
The Girls from Lake Pontchartrain
By James Hyland

A trumpet toasts the town
And the wine wets the lips
An old man counts the beats
And the kids play in his silhouette

A hustle goes down on the street
Cause the man hardly comes around
Legend lives forever
In a town where no one goes in the ground

Southern belles cast a spell
Their love tastes like sugar cane
All the men fall in line
For the girls from Lake Pontchartrain

Streetcars run electric
Uptown to St Charles Avenue
The French doors are open
And the courtyards bathe in the moon

Snooks has a jazz funeral
And the kids carry candles for change
Gris Gris hangs off the necks
Of the lovers in New Orleans

Southern belles cast a spell
Their love tastes like sugar cane
All the men fall in line
For the girls from Lake Pontchartrain
Track Name: Paint A Girl
Paint a Girl
By James Hyland

Paint me a scene of a beautiful Queen,
Lying by the light of a candle.
In a high castle room, view of the moon,
There’s nothing her King can’t handle

Paint a girl
Staring down the world
I’m not your first love true,
Probably not your last one, too

Paint me a train, whose rhythm keeps the sane
Hummin’ in harmony
Paint a Van Gogh sky, with hidden ladies’ eyes
They keep me from feeling lonely

Paint a girl
Staring down the world
I’m not your first love true,
Probably not your last one, too

Paint a love
The kind only she could dream of
The kind you feel in her hands
Baby, I wanna be your man

Paint a girl
Staring down the world
I’m not your first love true,
Probably not your last one, too
Track Name: Come to Me
Come to Me
By James Hyland

Love, it don’t show up till my eyes have looked away
I traveled all alone so long, there’s been nobody to betray
Me, to lie to me, to say it ain’t real, or say they don’t feel
Now, baby, you, you get to do, whatever you want to
Come to me, come to me

No, you never breathe deep, your chest is just too tight
You run around with your broken heart that always hurts worse at night
Well I’d hold you, and I’d whisper in your ear just what you do to me
Every time you come in here
Baby, you, you get to do, whatever you want to
Come to me, come to me

You get so alone you die a little when you cry
I could love better than anybody else alive
Well I’d approach you and ask you for a dance,
If you’d just turn your head this way and give this lonely boy a chance
To hold you or whisper in your ear
Just what you do to me, every time you come in here
Baby, you, you get to do, what ever you want to
Come to me, come to me
Come to me
Track Name: 21 Days 21 Towns
21 Day and 21 Towns
By James Hyland

I never know what I’m gonna see
Roll down your window take a ride with me
You never look back. You learn to pack light.
You ever seen the country at night?
Ever seen the redwood trees at night?
Ever stood in a New York City spotlight?
Ever been banned from playing old Mexico?
Got kicked out for my behavior but I swear
It wasn’t such a bad show

There’s a place by the bay, gives you weed when you play
And the whole town swears by the stuff
To tell the truth it’s called Santa Cruz
And man I couldn’t play there enough
The last 9 years I played so many bars
And despite our fame we’re still riding round in the same car
We’re always flying high, right off of the radar
Pushing the limit like the pedals on a steel guitar

European trains, west bound planes
Catch a ride however you can
Then you play for your meal, hail a cab, sign a deal
Just to feel like you made less than you had
Your record deal sux, but you signed it anyway
Just so when people ask you, it sounds cool to say
You don’t know what they do, but they’re taking all the dough
Nobody’s writing good deals round here anymore

Well it’s different tonight
There’s a marquee with lights
Spelling theatre T-R-E
There’s a girl in a dress, yes sir, she’s my guest
Could you show her the best seat in here?
A $100 ticket, a 30-minute time slot
There’s 10 guitars stage left that nobody bought
21 days, 21 towns
21 different ways you watch it all go down
Track Name: American Son
American Son
By James Hyland

Wake up and it’s only 3AM, and I can’t smoke a cigarette
I can’t have any light shinning in the night
Try and keep them crosshairs off my head

Head out on night patrol, through a bad little town
That I don’t know
I’m kicking in doors, it’s just today’s chores
It’s all routine to U.S. Marines

Another night of green glowing like I’d never seen
It was a 10-hour firefight, they hit my humvee
Blew out my knee, but I got scars that no eye could see

They got Tommy burning in a Bradley, so I called in an air strike
I turned the city blocks down to burning rocks
Now I wake up a lot thinking ’bout that fight

Now I’m all stretched thin just like an oilman never been
And I’m staying in ’til we win this war
It’s close quarters, and I follow orders
It’s my 3rd tour of this war

But you don’t want me to write this policy
Or a General with 4 stars
Instead I’m sent by a man with 5 deferments
Riding ’round in a bulletproof car

Soldiers sent back home, they’re trying the dying alone
Their memories are too diseased
The VA’s telling lies, nothing new and no surprise
I feel bad for their poor families

Like orders in from Rome, a change gonna bring me home
I don’t talk much about what I done
The hurting never ends, well I’s just fighting for my friends
I’m a mean man with a gun
I’m a real American Son
And trust me sir, you don’t want none.