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Dig a Little Deeper

by Shovel Ready String Band

Second album from this upbeat acoustic roots sextet delivers a rich trove of new songs, ranging from haunting reflections on family histories, to incisive takes on current social issues and wry observations on the tribulations of daily life.
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1. Room at the Inn
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2. When Blue Was Sky
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3. Streams of Ninevah
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4. Things Don't Look the Same
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5. All Love Forever
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6. Deadwood
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7. One Half Second
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8. Change Is Marching Home
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9. Storms Rising
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10. Stay by Me
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11. Long Lost Blues
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12. Glory Day
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13. Raincheck
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ABOUT THIS ALBUM


Album Notes
Hailing from New York's Hudson Valley, the versatile Shovel Ready String Band performs distinctive original songs alongside traditional country blues, ballads, bluegrass and oldtime tunes. The band’s second album delivers a rich trove of original songs, ranging from haunting reflections on family histories, to incisive takes on current social issues and wry observations on the tribulations of daily life. The disc features tight vocal harmonies and polished arrangements, showcasing the exquisite fiddling of Ted Kuhn along with Mike Dwyer’s tasteful mandolin licks.

Jim Ballentine - Bass, vocals
Mike Dwyer - Mandolin
Charlotte Elizabeth Falk - Vocals, concertina, recorder
Karen Sloe Goodman - Vocals
Dan Herman - Vocals, guitar, banjo
Ted Kuhn - Violin, vocals

With:
Andy Karp - Resonator guitar on One Half Second, Electric guitar on Raincheck, electric lap steel and electric guitar on Deadwood, acoustic lap steel guitar on Things Don't Look the Same
Fred Gillen - percussion on Things Don’t Look the Same & Glory Day

Recorded at Woody’s House, Croton, NY - Fred Gillen, engineer
Mixed and Mastered by Steve Rossiter, Axis Sound, NYC
Art and Design by Niko Guardia
Photo by Lynda Shenkman

Copyright 2018
www.shovelreadystringband.com

Lyrics

Room at the Inn (Herman)
A rousing gospel song for the agnostics among us.

There’s room at the inn
For strangers friends and kin
Step into the light
A fire’s burning bright
Stay all night long
No need to travel on
You’re welcome here
There’s room at the inn

If you’re lost and have no home
We’ve got room to spare
If you’re going hungry
We’ve got food to share

When misfortune knocks you down
We’ve got room to spare
We’ll fix you up set you right
Put you in fine repair

Don’t need no reservation
We’ve got room to spare
No more tribulations
No more cross to bear


When Blue Was Sky (Falk/Herman)
Today’s red/blue division is just one more chapter in our country’s long history of extreme social and political conflict.

When first we met I lay in your soft soft arms
We came from blue and grey, your side and mine
Now these arms have turned to steel
And grey the ash of fire
How can I reach across this borderline

I cannot hear your voice too many miles and miles between us
Your face I can’t recall it’s been so long
Lead me to the place where the rivers flow together
Far far beyond the borderline

When we were young we played by the cool cool stream
We came from black and white your kind and mine
Now the stream’s a rising flood
And fear a cross of fire
How can I reach across this borderline

When blue was sky and red was a wild wild rose
We crossed the great divide your hand in mine
Now the blue has turned to ice
And the red a blaze of fire
How can I reach across this borderline

I cannot hear your voice, too many miles and miles between us
Your face I can’t recall, it’s been so long
Lead me to the place, where the rivers flow together
Far far beyond the borderline.

Lead me to the place where the rivers flow together
Where we can walk across the borderline

Streams of Ninevah (Falk)
Inspired by the stark contrast between the ancient biblical city--now the war-torn city of Mosul--and Vermont’s Lake Ninevah, a tranquil place where peace seems possible.

When I come back to the valley of my green mountain home
I will climb the winding path that leads me there
If I miss the purple lilacs red clover and the rose
I will go to the waters
Streams of Ninevah
I will drink the cool clear water of the spring

When I come back to the valley of my green mountain home
I will lay down in the meadow soft and warm
If I miss the fruits of summer berries ripe and sweet
I will go to the waters
Streams of Ninevah
I will drink the cool clear water of the spring

Find my way again
Following the bend
Streams of Ninevah
Beginning without end

When I come back to the valley of my green mountain home
I will walk through fields of corn and hay
If I miss the autumn harvest leaves of red and gold
I will go to the waters
Streams of Ninevah
I will drink the cool clear water of the spring

When I come back to the valley of my green mountain home
I will sit beneath hemlocks and the pines
If I miss the snows of winter white and quiet woods
I will go to the waters
Streams of Ninevah
I will drink the cool clear water of the spring


Things Don’t Look the Same (Falk/Herman)
Inspired by getting lost one day in Big Sur, and by a line from a Gary Snyder poem: “The road that’s followed/ Goes on forever/In half a minute crossed/And left Behind”

The sun was high I walked alone
Up the mountain side
No closer to the rocky crest
I left that road behind
Lost tired I kept my step
Not knowing where to stray
The shadows fell on a dusty path
Headin’ back the other way

I got lost on a crooked byway
Tossed and turned, n’ spun around
The root that tripped me goin’ up
Wasn’t there when I came down
The straight road runs forever on
Crossed it’s left behind
Things don’t look the same
Comin’ back on down the line

Through tangled vine and deep dark pine
To the river banks below
Then looking round I tried to find
Some marker that would show
Lost tired I kept my step, suddenly did see
A Redwood grove so tall and strong
Beckoning to me

Within those woods one tree so strange
Its trunk an open door
An archway scarred by fire and smoke, through which the sun did pour
Lost tired I kept my step,
Passed to unknown ground
The other side was green and fair
A new way I had found

All Love Forever (Falk/Herman)
Based on a true story about a ring and a grievous betrayal discovered many decades after it occurred.

I found the ring inside a drawer in a dusty attic room
A golden circle cut in half two yellow crescent moons
Looking closer I did spy words so lightly writ
All love forever nineteen hundred six

I did not pawn that wedding ring I did not want it sold
A goldsmith made it whole again lovely to behold
I slipped it on my finger ‘twas a perfect fit
Binding me to those way back in nineteen hundred six

All love forever etched inside the ring
All love forever a promise he did bring
But that ring has been broken like the vows he made
He never paid for what he did
He never had to pay

Then one day I heard a tale about the years gone by
The things they told I scarce believed I surely don’t know why
Such deeds could pass unnoticed without a second look
Even preachers sometimes hide behind the holy book

Many years have come and gone since that old ring I found
Sometimes I hold it in my hand sometimes I wear it round
Perhaps I’ll place it in a drawer though I have no proof
I will leave a simple note to tell the sorry truth

Deadwood (Falk/Herman)
Honors the many relationships, activities, and over-commitments we’d all like to shed.

I’m waitin’ for you darling till 9 or 10 or 3
This dive smells sad the beer is bad football’s on TV
I shoulda learned by now you would never make it right
You’re like deadwood in my way tonight

Rotten at the core won’t light a fire if you try
Pulls you down trips you up makes you wanna cry
Deadwood deadwood
The band is playing faster I can’t keep the beat
Out of time I fall behind tempted to retreat
Gotta take a good look at what’s ready to come down
Clear that deadwood scattered on the ground

I love the Allegheny Ash the Pines of Tennessee
The forest green and quiet takes me where I long to be
Up above the tree line where the view is plain to see
No more deadwood time to get cut free

One Half Second (Ballentine)
We all make mistakes. Sometimes the consequences are irreversible.

One half second, a squeeze of my hand
One half second, without any plan
Another day will dawn; how will I go on
In one half second, a life is gone

I stepped, you freeze, the fear in me seized
Control of my mind and its commands
It was an impulse not a choice, I took away your voice
I wish it hadn’t been in my hands

It felt so right to have it by my bed at night
Now here I am with tears in my eyes
Am I a bad or good guy? The only question now is why
As I stand here watching you die
If it was just my fists, not a bullet that couldn’t miss
Maybe there would be another day
If I just had a minute to think before I did it
It might not have turned out this way

Change is Marching Home (Falk/Herman)
Charlotte’s paternal grandfather, a Midwestern clothier, died before she was born. Her father, who became radicalized as a young man in the late 1930’s, rejected the more conventional life his father wanted for him. Based on a trove of father-son letters, this song speaks in the grandfather’s voice, expressing love, disappointment and acceptance.

St. Louis nineteen forty-four
I make the uniforms for war
Suits of gabardine and tweed
For those back here at home

All for them my son and wife
Missouri plains have set my life
My boy gone to join the fight
So near to victory

Change is marching home today
Forward never back
Walk along or fall behind
Change is marching home

Back from war he met Irene
Hearts and minds were true
Comrades lovers loyal to red
But not the white and blue

Wed to her he cut the line
Took her name no longer mine
Eastern bound with his new bride
The miles a great divide

Now my son a union man
In mines and mills he makes his stand
I still travel sell my goods
Topeka to Racine

The many roads between us
Grow farther every day
Our letters stitch the space between
So much I’d like to say


Storms Rising (Falk/Herman)
The time for action is quickly running out. Who will take a stand?

The wind is blowing hard tonight
Take shelter while you can
Muddy waters raging round
Seek high ground where you land

Storms rising storms rising
Vengeance of the land
Storms rising storms rising
Will you take a stand

Fires blazing fast and fierce
Cannot be contained
Fallen trees fields of ash
Better pray for rain

Eagle circles high above
Graceful and alone
Is there shelter for her nest
Will she have a home


Stay by Me (Falk/Herman)
Charlotte heard people use this phrase instead of “goodbye” in a rural Tennessee town. It’s a delightful expression of friendship sustained over distance and time apart.

Stay by me till the sun goes down
Stay by me, stay by me
Sit beneath the twilight stars
Tell me what is in your heart

Out on my own I know not how
You found me there and knew
That I could use a friend who’d walk
Across the bridge to nowhere

When day is done,when darkness falls,
A time of mystery
Lay down your head
Lay down your cares
And stay stay by me

Across the plains so far away
You wed and left your home
Now you could use a faithful friend
To travel with you end to end

No place to start anew
Your fall was steep and rough
Now you could use a friend who sees
The beauty of your mind at ease

Lay down your head
Lay down your cares
And stay stay by me


Long Lost Blues (Herman)
Is life just a series of losses?

Lost my keys my credit card
Lost my wallet out in the yard
I lost my voice forgot what I said
Gimme the choice I might lose my head

Where did it all go?
Will it ever come back?
Got the long lost blues
That’s a natural fact
I’m traveling light
No freight to pay
I’m headed down that lost highway

I lost the urge I lost my hair
My mojo is beyond repair
I’m a long lost uncle, I’m on the run
The lost tribe of Israel calls me a son

We lost the election have you seen it around
Gotta find my way to the lost and found
I’m lost in America, lost in space
But I still got faith in the human race

Glory Day (Falk/Herman)
On the surface a simple celebration of everyday life, this song was written following the horrendous mass shooting at the Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church in Charleston, SC in 2015.

This is the glory day today uh huh
This is the glory day today uh huh
This is the glory day I say
Ain’t nothin’ on the other side in my way
This is the glory day today
This is the glory day

Trees and flowers are telling us uh huh
Trees and flowers telling us uh huh
Reach for the sun open wide
It’s paradise right here outside
This is the glory day today
This is the glory day

Robins and jays telling us uh huh
Robins and jays telling us uh huh
Singing their tunes calls of love
It’s paradise in the skies above
This is the glory day today
This is the glory day

Little bitty babies are telling us uh huh
Little bitty babies are telling us uh huh
Laugh and cry they try to say
It’s paradise right here today
This is the glory day today
This is the glory day

Hate can’t turn this world around no sir
Hate can’t turn this world around no sir
So before our time on earth is done
Let’s learn to love stand as one
This is the glory day today
This is the glory day.


Raincheck (Herman)
As the man said, you can’t always get what you want but if you try sometime…

When I try to find you baby
Your nose is in a book
You’re folding clothes
You start to doze
I can't get a second look

Don’t give me no raincheck
I need your lovin' all the time
Get your engine running
Let's make hay in the bright sunshine

Let's go out honky tonkin'
Please just gimme a chance
The night is young we'll have some fun
I'll even learn to dance

The kids moved out to Bushwick
All our dues are paid
No time to lose let’s light the fuse
It’s you and me and our walkin’ shoes today

They won’t know where to find us
Don’t even forward the mail
We’ll be out there hiking
On the Appalachian trail























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