Letters from an Old Trunk

by The Whiskey Collection

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The Whiskey Collection's debut album is an all-out sonic shot of the choicest bourbon you've ever tasted. Drawing on inspirations ranging from Bill Monroe to Thom Yorke, The Whiskey Collection crafts sound like an artisan moonshiner.

"Letters from an Old Trunk" is a reflection of the band's work over the past two years and was guided in part by Dan Knobler and Jon Seale of Mason Jar Music.

Through vivid storytelling and symphonic imagery this album invites you to pour yourself a glass, sit down and suspend your worries for a while.

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released 23 April 2013

Cameron Scoggins - Vocals and Acoustic Guitar
Corey Gerstenfeld - Harmony Vocals
Alex Jenkins - Double Bass
Russell Durham - Violin, Mandolin, and String Arrangements
Kyle Brightwell - Drum Set, Cajon, and Assorted Percussion

All Music and Lyrics written by Cameron Scoggins
Arranged and Performed by The Whiskey Collection
Produced by Mason Jar Music (MasonJarMusic.com)
Recorded and Mixed by Dan Knobler and Jon Seale
Mastered by Alan Silverman (ArfDigital.com)
Album Artwork by Lindsay Tomlinson

Dan Knobler - Electric Guitar and Additional Acoustic Guitar, Banjo (on "Procrastination"), Mandolin (on "Other Side of Town")
Jon Seale - Background Vocals and Whistling
Matt Porter - Organ and Piano
Char Prescott - Cello
Rich Hinman - Pedal Steel
Bennett Sullivan - Banjo (on "Other Side of Town")
Kai Welch - Trumpet
Jason Burger - Auxiliary Percussion and Atmospheric Sounds (on "Riverbed")
Don & Jan - Organ (on "Little Maggie")

All Songs (c) Pounding Paw 2012

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A collection of musicians focused on creating genuine, original music through their own diverse musical backgrounds and vision. Their sound is a compromise of old and new, simple and complex, like listening to folk music through the gritty lens of New York City. ... more

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Track Name: Jesse James
One day a man called out Jesse James upon a train,
But Jesse just laughed there saying no one is to blame,
For when you steal from the world, there's bound to come a change,
But I'm not saying that I am Jesse James.

And one day a man spoke out from behind Ray Bans,
He sung his words to the world that no one could understand,
He brought forth chimes of freedom from beyond the promised land,
But I'm not saying that I am this man.

I'm not saying what's wrong or right,
I'm just trying to make sense out of time.

And one day a hurricane swept the bottom lands,
It left all homes and people without a helping hand,
It ripped a hole in the world which we will come to understand,
But I'm not saying that I lent a helping hand.

I'm not saying what's wrong or right,
I'm just trying to make sense out of time.

And one day we made a man President of the States,
In a hope to change the face of the entire human race,
But we all know he's just a man trying to fill a place,
And I'm not saying that I'd like to take that place.

I'm not saying what's wrong or right,
I'm just trying to make sense out of time.
I'm not saying what's wrong or right,
I'm just trying to make sense out of time.
Track Name: Don't Leave Me Hangin'
Don't leave me hangin', don't leave me hangin' out here,
I've been stranded for far too long.
Don't leave me hangin', don't leave me hangin' up here,
My hand's tired of being in the air.
Don't leave me hangin', don't leave me hangin' out here,
I'm dying to get some rest,
You done left me on your doorstep for way too long.

I tried to text ya, 'cause you won't answer my calls
and my battery's runnin' low,
And if I catch you, I'm gonna skin you alive
for all the lies that you done told.
You told me seven and now it's way past nine
and it's starting to get cold,
I ain't mad at ya man,
I just really wanna change my socks.

Don't leave me hangin', don't leave me hangin' out here,
I've been stranded for far too long.
Don't leave me hangin', don't leave me hangin' up here,
My hand's tired of being in the air.
Don't leave me hangin', don't leave me hangin' out here,
I'm dying to get some rest,
You done left me on your doorstep for way too long.
Track Name: Little Maggie
Go to sleep little Maggie, when you're layin' in your bed,
And you ain't got no one instead, but me.
Don't reach your hand out to another, when you wanna reach me,
I'll be back in a week, stay put for now.

Go to sleep little Maggie, don't put on your lipstick,
Or your hands around some Dick or Tom.
Or some dirty Harry, wherever he may roam,
So just smoke a joint and go, to sleep for now.

We'll take my picture by the railroad track,
I'm gonna see my Maggie and I won't be back,
Tell the brakeman to hustle 'til we hit the stacks,
I'ma throw my ever-loving arms around her neck,
And we'll keep this engine rollin' like a real machine,
Like a fog-pounding driver that you've never seen,
If you don't believe a word you'd better split the scene,
For I'm bound to see my baby down in New Orleans.

Go to sleep little Maggie,
When you're laying in your bed,
And you ain't got no one instead,
but me.
Track Name: No Man's Land
No man has ever known a touch as soft as yours,
When you came along you changed my world for good...

Black out lights and the drunks outside are clanging on,
Come along with me if you wanna see what's going on,
'Cause the city nights and the drunks outside write poetry on the wall,
Come along with me if you wanna see.

No man has ever known the throne of love so close,
When you came along you dulled the noise for good...

No mans might can defy the fight of a thousand strong,
Come along with me 'cause we have to see what's going on,
We'll report the sight by the fireside and write music with the drunks,
Come along with me if you wanna see...
Track Name: Grown from a Grain
Call me up to the mountain,
Give me a time to go,
I'll meet you up by the fountain,
Where the stars above hold their glow.

Call me whatever you want to,
Deerhoof or Pounding Paw,
We'll cast our spells by the fire,
And dance like a waterfall.

But I shall remain a child of the traitors,
We're split by the pain of a hundred year war.
And you grow from a grain that is native to this country,
We are not the same and the cost is too steep.

But call me up to the mountain,
Give me a time to go,
I'll meet you up by the fountain,
Where the stars above hold their glow.
Track Name: Johnny
Papa writes to Johnny,
"Mother won't be long - she has such brittle bones and her lungs are weak.
And son we found your name - under the pillow where she lay,
Carved on the bedboard very faint."

"And you weren't here on Tuesday, when she found your uncle's gun.
And screaming at the sun, she fired one off.
She hit a bird, clipped a sparrow's wing.
Like an arrow slinging from the bow."

"And I've never seen her this way.
And I swore to God, I wouldn't 'til my dying day."

So Johnny reads his letter, on the 32nd floor,
Of a high rise building in New York
And he had to weep as he fell on his knees, "My God!" he screamed,
"The sparrow's me!"

And he doesn't remember why he left,
And he swore to God he wouldn't 'til she was dead.

So remember friends,
When you're leaving home,
Don't tell nobody just
Where you've gone.
Track Name: Liza
The leaves are gone, neighborhood too,
The weeds in the ground can't even think to move,
But they're gonna try,
Try to get over you.

No whiskey in your still house, you don't even have the rye,
There's nothing in the barnyard, it's just cold and dry.
You know the reason you just have to try.

So get back Liza, get back Jane,
I done kicked you outta town 'cause you're driving me insane,
But I'm gonna try,
Try to get over you.

The price of admission only gets you half a ride,
And there's no part of the law that is on your side.
Don't want no one to cheat you,
You just haven't tried.

And there's nothing in the free world you ever fail to win,
But this time my friend, it seems you're losing steam.
And I always did my best to be everything you need,
But with you there's room to disagree.

So get back Liza, get back Jane,
I done kicked you outta town 'cause you're driving me insane,
But I'm gonna try,
Try to get over you.

No whiskey in your still house, you don't even have the rye,
There's nothing in the barnyard, it's just cold and dry.
You know the reason you just have to try.
Track Name: Other Side of Town
Scarecrows huddle in the rail yard,
Babies play in the heath,
Old men gather at the side of the road to watch
Mamma doin' laundry in the creek.

I'm goin' down,
Clear across the other side of town.

Beatniks sweat from the Bible,
Homeless sweat from the heat,
Daddy got beat by libel,
While brother gains from cheatin'

I'm goin' down,
Where the climate suits my clothes.
I'm goin' down,
Clear across the other side of town.

Pigeons line all the fenceposts,
Tin cans rattle in the streets,
Madmen talk to the side of the wall,
While their cigarette puts them to sleep.

I'm going down,
Where the chilly winds don't blow.
I'm goin' down,
Clear across the other side of town.

Soot comes flyin' through the windows,
Mud comes up through the pipes,
Get myself to the other side of town
If I ever get to sleep at night.

I'm goin' down,
Goin' where I never been before.
I'm goin' down,
Clear across the other side of town.

I'm goin' down,
Clear across the other side of town.
Track Name: Riverbed
Time seems to hold me way down,
Down by the river where the children play,
And don't mind my rhythms,
And don't mind my oceans,
Just climb my hillsides and ride me 'til day.

I seem to grind up my daylight,
And hold my paycheck like an unmarked grave.
So bid me a lighter and hold it to me
Smoke me down like the riverbed.
Track Name: Procrastination
Well I went skipping out in Central Park,
To hear the birds sing and see the angels flock,
Gonna get me wings so I can fly,
I wanna go a swimmin' in the deep blue sky.

And Gabriel sits there and blows his horn,
But you won't ever see him if he don't come 'long.
'Cause when you are burdened with responsibility,
You won't ever wanna hang out with the likes of me.

For I am the beast of weary and woe,
The places people go to when they don't wanna go,
I hide
I hide
I hide...