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Second Nature (2014)

by Adler & Hearne

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1. SECOND NATURE | Under the branches of a cottonwood tree. Strands of seeds falling down on me. Scissortails dive and sweep in the blue. The whole sweet prairie sings a song of you. | Under the sparkle of a loom of stars. Tall grass shivers like air guitars. Coyote paws drum a mute tattoo. The whole sweet prairie sings a song of you. | How could it be otherwise? Since our first kiss we knew. There is no sweet surprise more second nature than you. | Under a spell on the side of a hill. You and me, and the age-old thrill. The Earth and I know one thing is true. The whole sweet prairie sings a song of you. | How could it be otherwise? Since our first kiss we knew. There is no sweet surprise more second nature than you. | Under the branches of a cottonwood tree. Strands of seeds falling down on me. Scissortails dive and sweep in the blue. The whole sweet prairie sings a song of you. | W&M LYNN ADLER, LINDY HEARNE & HAL GREENWOOD © EARTHEN VESSEL MUSIC (ASCAP)
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2. PINEY WOODS BREEZE | Old cabin in the deep wood. Dog howlin' like a country dog should. Wind calls your name through the tall pine trees. Headin’ off on a wagon trail. Followed close by a waggin' tail. Life hurts, but a healing comes in the piney woods breeze. | Get lost on a long walk. Watch a high flyin' red tail hawk driftin' and pinin' for some long lost soul. Body yearns for the sunshine. Heart melts in the moonshine. Nobody knows what makes a hollow feel whole. | Wood crackin' in a fire pit. Dogs wonder what they’re gonna get. Ain't it funny what's left when you lose everything? The new moon is comin' 'round. I was lost. Now I'm found. Feelin’ right at home when the night bird sings. | Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo. | Old cabin in the deep wood. Dog howlin' like a country dog should. Wind calls your name through the tall pine trees. Headin’ off on a wagon trail. Followed close by a waggin' tail. Life hurts, but a healing comes in the piney woods breeze. | W&M LYNN ADLER & LINDY HEARNE © EARTHEN VESSEL MUSIC (ASCAP)
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Salty Town 03:56
3. SALTY TOWN | In the sleepy 1950s when white sand dunes ruled the land. Long before high rise condos. We were young, hand in hand. | I can hear the music playing on the Gulf of Mexico. In an old cantina where the locals used to go. In a salty town in Texas. A place we used to call home. Put a nickel in the jukebox. And we'd dance real slow. | Long before kids and grandkids. Life was simple in those days. We were poor and nothing mattered, but the love we both gave. | CHORUS | W&M LINDY HEARNE & KATE HEARNE © EARTHEN VESSEL MUSIC (ASCAP)
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The Kiss 02:32
4. THE KISS | There was a bench lit just by stars. There was a lake. The night was ours. And added to all this – there was a kiss. | There was a girl with starlit eyes. Lips to take me by surprise. All else would be remiss – I took the kiss. | Softly – our lips brushed softly – in an unending, everlasting, tender touch of love. | So long ago, that charming night. So many years, since that delight. Still nothing else fully exists but that exquisite kiss. | Softly – our lips brushed softly – in an unending, everlasting, tender touch of love. | There was a bench lit just by stars. There was a lake. The night was ours. Still nothing else fully exists but that exquisite kiss. | W&M LINDY HEARNE & HAL GREENWOOD © EARTHEN VESSEL MUSIC (ASCAP)
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5. LOVE IS A FIRE | Love is a fire. Burning higher. You are my desire. Love is a fire. | Hope is a sunrise. Shining in my eyes. You are where my hope lies. Hope is a sunrise. | Mess with fire, you’re gonna get burned. Gonna be all smoke and ashes. Liar, liar. Hearts on fire. It’s what you get for playin’ with matches. | Trust is a warm heart – melting the cold part. You are my brand new start. Trust is a warm heart. | Mess with fire, you’re gonna get burned. Gonna be all smoke and ashes. Liar, liar. Hearts on fire. It’s what you get for playin’ with matches. | Love is a fire. Burning higher. You are my desire. Love is a fire. | W&M LYNN ADLER & LINDY HEARNE © EARTHEN VESSEL MUSIC (ASCAP)
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6. CROSS THAT BRIDGE | Sallie was a woman with heat in her hands, and big ideas underneath her big hair. She knew how to make a man understand just what it was that might get him there. When she met Donny, everybody warned her if she tried with him – she might end up dead. But she didn’t care if the whole world scorned her. “I’ll have him,” she laughed. Then she said... | “There’s things that you do – have to be undone. A lesson that you learn. Then you have to unlearn it. I’ll cross that bridge after I burn it.” | Donnie was a redneck guitar artist in a chicken wire bar on the wrong side of town. He knew how to make a girl try her hardest. Then he’d ease on by. And then he’d lay her down. When he saw Sallie one Saturday night, the boys in the band – they all heaved a big sigh. But he didn’t care if it didn’t go right. He said, “That’s one angel I’m gonna teach to fly.” | “There’s things that you do – have to be undone. A lesson that you learn. Then you have to unlearn it. I’ll cross that bridge after I burn it.” | Sallie and Donnie came together like this – collided on the dance floor, and into a kiss. Blew away in the dust of Donnie’s half-ton truck. Neither he nor she could believe their luck. Some such loves come up a happy ender. With kids and a pool. And a trendy dog. Others end up in a burnt out cinder. Caught in the bark of a hollow log. | CHORUS | W&M LINDY HEARNE & HAL GREENWOOD © EARTHEN VESSEL MUSIC (ASCAP)
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7. THE NIGHT MARE | These days I lie awake at night. My eyes a waste, my pillow hot. And when at last I fall to sleep, I hear a distant rifle shot. My soul leaps up off a sweaty bed. I’m tangled in the mane of a fiery horse whose coat is black. Whose eyes are red. | I ride the night mare across a field of troubled dreams. Everything is something else. Nothing is what it seems. You can cover a lot of country without going anywhere. I should know, when the moon is low, I ride the night mare. | I used to sleep all through the night. If I had dreams - they had no harm. But through the years some walls break down. A sign from God or just false alarm. Never thought of myself as a lonely rider. I’d reach out and grab the dawn, but I don’t know where the darkness hides her. | CHORUS | The horse is just a symbol they say, of things I don’t want to think about. If that’s the case, why is it every night – somethin’ eats the grain that I leave out? And why do I long for the rising moon, when I know I’ll hear that rifle bark and that dark horse will be arriving soon? | CHORUS | W&M LYNN ADLER, LINDY HEARNE & HAL GREENWOOD © EARTHEN VESSEL MUSIC (ASCAP)
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8. HARD, HARD LINE | I got a line on a pretty good job on the Louisiana Coast growing Tabasco peppers. But the trail ran out in an alligator mob. I wound up sleepin’ in a colony of lepers. | It was a hard line – a hard, hard line to follow. It was a hard line – a hard, hard line to follow. Was a hard, hard line. | I got a line on some Texas blues – salted with Tequila, spiced with sin. I drove over there, but there was nothin’ but religion of a very weak sort stretched pale and thin. | CHORUS | There was a gal I knew could sing like an angel, following a heavenly sign. The way I am now I could sure use her throwin’ me a few of her lines. | I got a line on a one way trip down a Mississippi road that was pretty well known. There was no turnin’ back. I thought I might slip, but why the hell not. It’s just flesh and bone. | CHORUS| W&M LINDY HEARNE & HAL GREENWOOD © EARTHEN VESSEL MUSIC (ASCAP)
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Soup's On 03:35
9. SOUP’S ON | Cut up some carrots. Add a little dill. You don’t like it – somebody else will... | Soup’s on. Get it while it’s hot. Soup’s on. It really hits the spot. You don’t know what you been missin’ ‘til you’ve messed around my kitchen. Soup’s on. | Put your clams in my chowder, if you like my recipe. Do I have to say it louder? I can give you what you need... | CHORUS | Why did that old rooster have to fly the coop? He didn’t want to wind up in nobody’s chicken soup... | CHORUS | So honey, get out your ladle. Stir it all around. Cornbread’s on the table and the sun is goin’ down... | CHORUS | W&M LINDY HEARNE © EARTHEN VESSEL MUSIC (ASCAP) & LISA ASCHMANN © NASHVILLE GEOGRAPHIC (ASCAP)
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10. TEXAS’LL HAVE TO DO | I had a friend Amelia – in Omaha, Nebraska. We borrowed a car and headed south. Robbed a Honk N Holler in Stilwell, Oklahoma. Breakin’ for the border when a piston went out. She said...| “You’re too slow to go to Mexico. Too slow to go to Mexico. Too slow to go to Mexico. Texas’ll have to do.” | In Ellis County, Texas we got a marriage license. Found a Baptist preacher and tied the knot. Borrowed his Toyota. It was old and aggravated. Pulled it off the road, but she would not stop. She said...| CHORUS | She put me in the backseat – then she followed after. Said, “Life’s too short and I been waiting too long!” Rollin’ in the moonlight. Foggin’ up the windows. Got some sort of rhythm, and she sang this little song. |CHORUS | We never heard the sirens ‘til they pulled us off the highway. She tore from the car – left me far behind. Said, “Don’t run Amelia. You know they’re gonna catch you. You won’t make the border. You don’t have time!” | CHORUS | Lights caught us in the shadows as the shots rang out. They hit me in the shoulder. They got her in the chest. Now I sit in Huntsville slowly growin’ older, waitin’ for release so I can go where she rests. | CHORUS | W&M LYNN ADLER, LINDY HEARNE & HAL GREENWOOD © EARTHEN VESSEL MUSIC (ASCAP)
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11. ADDICTED TO YOU | I know it’s over. You took my number off your phone. It’s sayonara, baby. Closin’ time. Let’s all go home. Don’t get me started on how it could have been. The bird has flown. The cock has crowed. The pig’s out of the pen. | You needed space, so you took off to the moon. You said to me “Don’t worry. We’ll be friends. I’ll see you soon.” But then my heart sank. And it’s sinking more each day. You moved away. You changed your name. What more can I say? | Br’er Rabbit had his briar patch. Grandma had her patchwork quilt. In 1969, my patched up jeans were very hip. There’s hope for nicotine junkies, but can this boy do? I’m addicted to you baby. Wish they had a patch for you. | I’ll be much better when the world comes to an end. My heart can’t take the changes from a lover to a friend? I wish I’d never had the nerve to kiss your lips. Why do I even bother taking whiskey by the sips? | Chorus | | W&M LINDY HEARNE © EARTHEN VESSEL MUSIC (ASCAP)
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12. SEND THEM LOVE | People all over the world are crying tonight. People all over the world are crying tonight. | Send them love. Send them love. Send them love. Send them love. | Children all over the world are crying tonight. Children all over the world are crying tonight. | CHORUS | Lovers all over the world are crying tonight. Lovers all over the world are crying tonight. | CHORUS | Soldiers all over the world are crying tonight. Soldiers all over the world are crying tonight. | CHORUS | People all over the world are crying tonight. People all over the world are crying tonight. | CHORUS | W&M LYNN ADLER & LINDY HEARNE © EARTHEN VESSEL MUSIC (ASCAP)
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13. WALK WITH ME THERE | Springtime in East Texas. The redbuds are in flower. See the dogwood blossom beneath the pinewood bower. | Will you walk with me there – in the wildflower fields blooming in soft meadows? Will you walk with me there? | We might weave a necklace of mint and sweet primrose. And lie upon a blanket where only the honeybee goes. | CHORUS | Let’s walk in the forest. Get lost in the dance. We might well be lovers – we might take a chance. | I’ll live among the flowers with you and you only. If you will not go with me, I’ll walk the hills so lonely. | CHORUS | W&M LYNN ADLER, LINDY HEARNE & HAL GREENWOOD © EARTHEN VESSEL MUSIC (ASCAP)

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Produced by Lloyd Maines, "Second Nature" is the fourth release by the national touring, Texas-based duo Adler & Hearne, who describe their sound as "spirited original Folk-Jazz with deep Texas roots." These 13 songs are served up with just the right amount of spice and seasoning by 'Chef Maines,' along with special musical guests Glenn Fukunaga, Chris Gage, Terri Hendrix, Pat Manske, and Steve Smith. Also featuring/introducing daughter and guitar-slinger/songwriter Kate Hearne).

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released September 1, 2014

We dedicate this recording to cowriter and kindred spirit Hal Greenwood for the gift of your words through the years. Thanks also to treasured cowriters Lisa Aschmann and Kate Hearne.

Humble thanks to Lloyd Maines for all you do to ‘serve the song’ as producer and guest musical artist extraordinaire on dobro, pedal steel, baritone and 12-string guitar, and percussion. It was a fun ride to make this CD with you. To engineer and percussionist Pat Manske, thank you for keeping a steady hand on the heartbeat of this project.

Love and thanks to special guest and daughter Kate Hearne whose lead guitar throughout the CD, and harmony vocal on “Salty Town,” make our hearts smile. To honored musical guests Glenn Fukunaga on bass, Chris Gage on keys, Terri Hendrix on harmonica and background vocals, and Steve Smith on mandolin on the title song – our hats are off. Every note was perfect.

Deep gratitude to all in our musical ‘group hug’ around the globe – DJs, fans, family, friends, hosts, media, mentors, presenters, promoters – and especially our dearly beloved Kickstarter backers. (Special kudos to ‘Waybackers’ Chuck and Kathy Hamilton.) Thank you for welcoming our music with such open arms.

All songs and writers – Earthen Vessel Music (ASCAP), except Lisa Aschmann – Nashville Geographic (ASCAP). Engineered, mixed and mastered by Pat Manske at The Zone Recording Studio, Dripping Springs, TX.

Photography by Stephen Marshall. Design by Gina R. Binkley.

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