Motorhome

by Max García Conover

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1.
New Sweden 04:41
new sweden princess you’re not answering the letters i’ve been leaving on your doorsteps i said the sun will shine on me she said it hasn’t yet wasn’t this supposed to be temporary just to pay the bills a bit i said the sun will shine on me she said it hasn’t yet but the sun comes up over all of us doesn’t it in new sweden there’s a man i know he makes his money working for rich folks and he says the sun only shines on them he worked jobs that he won’t work anymore he says he broke his back working at his father’s store and for what the sun never came out once even though we ain’t got money i’m so in love with you honey and the sun will shine on us i swear it’s coming in the morning when i rise you bring a tear of joy to my eyes and the streets will be lined with the yellow moose signs in the snow capped pines you and i will be fine we’ll be drinking red wine where the sun where the sun shines but we’re running and we’re running short on time because in new sweden there’s a man i know and he died on sunday he was 32 years old and i won’t wait for the sun anymore
2.
grand marquis i’ve got a memory of blood i don’t remember whose it was black and shining on the leaves moon rising through the trees somebody lying in the mud that was a hammer coming down her father found another town before i knew her mother drank before i knew her last name before i knew what i know now i know a key and gasoline will light a spark in the machine and we could drive all night never find the other side and get a lot of what we need my lady put a lot of weight on the pedal riding home in the light of the stars we knew good love and we knew it cause we never called it ours we kept it running in the dark she read a chapter out to me lying in the backseat about a boy who stole a horse then went back to steal some more they left his body in the weeds everybody’s gambling scared money don’t win scared hearts don’t love so we made a good run and i don’t mind the shape we’re in my lady put a lot of weight on the pedal riding home in the light of the stars we knew good love and we knew it cause we never called it ours we kept it running in the dark we kept it running all night horizon on her mind we kept it running all night we were fine when the sun came screaming through the same gray skies we were sure we were leaving my lady put a lot of weight on the pedal riding home in the light of the stars we knew good love and we knew it cause we never called it ours we kept it running in the dark
3.
Same Deer 03:00
same deer every time i close my eyes i see the same deer lying by the roadside and i don’t know what’s worse being a vulture or leaving meat on the bone i’ve been hearing crows at night so i keep brown liquor and a bible by my side and i know the priest gets blood at the grocery store i’ve seen you in this room before i’ve seen you here before every night the crows are screaming it gets so i don’t know if i’m awake or dreaming and i’ve got a memory of standing on power lines she had her hand in my hair she whispered in my ear it takes so long getting there then i saw something run across the lights in the road i’ve seen you in this room before i’ve seen you here before i know what they’ll say it’s a common mistake there’s no meaning to be made but if you’re here and i’m here this is a real place i’ve seen you here before every time i close my eyes i see the same deer lying by the roadside and i don’t know what’s worse being a vulture or leaving meat on the bone
4.
Fire On I295 02:55
fire on i295 i saw her crying in her car in a symphony of violins and classical guitars i could hardly hear the sirens for the static and the sound on the stereo fire on i295 she looks out her window she tells me she’ll be fine the smoke a head a canyon a cavern set into the sky i think i could love somebody now i think i could love somebody now while a tractor trailer burns we were driving we were moving now we’re sitting on the side of the highway collision on the interstate she looks at her reflection in the mirror she says her sister lives about a mile north of here and when she saw the wreck she imagined her nephew in his carseat i think i could love somebody now i think i could love somebody now while a tractor trailer burns we were driving we were moving now we’re sitting on the side of the highway collision on the interstate tremble through the haze tremble through the haze i’m gonna know you till my body burns i’m gonna know you till my body burns we were driving we were moving now we’re sitting on the side of the highway collision on the interstate we were driving we were moving we were driving don’t tell me i’m alone
5.
on the street after the show i saw you down in houston on the street after the show you asked me to walk with you i said i gotta be back soon though we walked down white oak and turned onto heights you said me and johnny cash are the only ones you like you said you miss the friends that we had growing up and last year at jay's wedding it was so good seeing everyone you said that you’re proud of me that i’m driven by a passion but mostly i don’t feel that way and if i’m driven by anything it’s caffeine and i miss out on a lot while i’m driving like the ground back home is frozen and she’s digging out the car and she’s driving to the ocean with her headphones and our dog and she listens to marc maron the one with rosanne cash her mother came from texas and her daddy dressed in black you said that you hate houston and i’ll play better shows you said i’m glad you followed your dreams i said i don’t know what anybody means when they say just do what you love when they say be passion bound there’s one thing i’m ok at there’s a lot i’m missing now johnny might’ve said he’s sorry johnny might've said he’s wrong johnny died in nashville now rosie’s writing songs there’s a million ways to dig in there’s a million ways to try and every way’s the same so long as you’re not telling lies so you do me your favors and i’ll do you mine and i won’t ever sweat you or assume you’re wasting time oh i’ll walk with you forever i’ll walk you to the moon i won't believe in anything like i’ll believe in you oh i’ll walk with you forever i’ll walk with you always and if i could die a dreamer i’d die everyday i saw you down in houston in the street after the show
6.
Neighbor Joe 02:51
neighbor joe my dog died in 2005 she was holding my heart i was holding her hide in the rain my neighbor joe shot my dog he said i killed her cause you called the cops on me i said when i die my only ghost is for you joe otherwise i’m staying gone when i go after that my grandpa passed at night sometimes i’d wonder when we’d meet my dad said when you’re dead you’re dead my mother disagreed i said when i die my only ghost is for our neighbor joe otherwise i’m staying gone when i go i hated joe he had a daughter though and i would carve her name on the creek stones i was hunting raccoons in the wax moon she came to me one day before the dawn she said hold me she said she couldn’t sleep she said she had a vision where she lay in the low weeds of the dry creek and her naked body covered with snakes that’s how i’ll die she said and i said i’d be glad to die with you that way and when i die my only ghost is for your daddy joe otherwise i’m staying gone when i go
7.
another traveling salesman you don’t know what you came here for you don’t know what you came here for the road ahead is serpentine the sky above is spitting rain you don’t know what you came here for you’re three thousand miles from your home you’re three thousand miles from your home you left a good love so can’t you even say for what you’re three thousand miles from your home you don’t mind the driving you see the passing fields you like going way out in your thoughts but every night you feel it that hungry sort of sadness like there’s some essential thing you haven’t got you thought you’d be a kind man by now but you’re not there’s a woman in the room backstage there’s a woman in the room backstage she’s asking if you came alone she was in the bar she heard your song there’s a woman in the room backstage you don’t know what you came here for you don’t know what you came here for and if they all believed in you would that make what you’re saying true you don’t know what you came here for you don’t mind the moving but you miss her all the time you pretend to be a traveler but you’re not and every night you feel it that hungry sort of sadness like there’s some essential thing you haven’t got and they say you’re getting better all the time you don’t mind the moving but you’re going round in circles and you can’t see as clearly as you thought and every night you feel it that hungry sort of sadness like there’s some essential thing you haven’t got you thought that you’d be satisfied by now but you’re not you get home in the dead of the night you get home in the dead of the night you shut the door and get in bed she lies her head against your chest you’re home in the dead of the night
8.
Gone 03:25
gone she said i’ll take you to the coast lake erie buffalo we can watch the fireworks keep each other laughing through it all all the whistle in the reeds all the thundercrack heat her and i in the dark everybody else the enemy and they were coming on singing their old songs it’s a born again town it’s a barn burning down sheep on the stall side foaming at the edges of their mouths they were coming on singing their old songs and we were gone sleeping on a bus sun just coming up geese of canada cliff edge road swung river winding we were gone through the ragweed half staggering just her and me hallelujah crack of dawn morning came we were gone all rain into toronto gray water in the throttle we said goodbye to cary ann caught a ride with cattle to chicago we never got where we were going or maybe did and didn’t know it like sparks on a line of hay shining all the way to the explosion and they were coming on singing their old songs and we were gone when they looked for her in the megachurch we were long gone hollering up to god what you got we don’t want through the ragweed half staggering just her and me hallelujah waking up morning on a high cold dawn dew frozen on the lawn we were working on throat dry crackle eyed four claw track of dogs her and i hearts wide high tide coming on sleeping on a bus sun just coming up geese of canada cliff edge road swung river winding we were gone through the ragweed falling gladly writing our songs hallelujah crack of dawn morning came we were gone
9.
Tiny Horses 01:48
tiny horses tiny horses neighing nights that you got drunk and tried to ride on the corner farmer cy came out screaming shooting high one horse bit your tawny cat the lightning strike across her back you chased him through the morning grass how mad you were how hard we laughed you were wild then i know you were wild then i know you were wild then i know you think you’ve never been summer where the water’s low the crayfish armor hollow gold you fall asleep holding her and dream you live under the stones way into the morningtime her on you like a motorbike you say you know she’ll leave you soon you say you hope she’ll be alright you were wild once i know you were wild once i know you were wild once and now you sit and say it’s love you were wild once i know you were wild once i know you were wild once and oh wasn’t everyone
10.
Motorhome 03:23
motorhome if we make it back to new york we’ll tell them all about new mexico thanksgiving in the walmart parking lot transmission busted on our motorhome we’ll tell them how we almost made a living ten thousand miles like a couple dogs howling every night at someone different running home just the two of us driving through wyoming in the wind we counted out a hundred antelope we didn’t have a place to be right then so we pulled over and that was home the million ways there were to make our living the million things we filled those days up with when we stopped asking everyone’s permission and we found out it wasn’t theirs to give if they’re talking now and i’m not listening if i’m staring out at the road you know it’s probably her i’m missing our dear departed motorhome
11.
abigail for a while you remind me of seventeen the lot where the snow drifted high you remind me of deer season stillness your father out late every night you remind me of tiny fires cold hands in loose tobacco leaning in close to block the wind you remind me of first match glow i’ll believe in anything for a while you told me the lake isn’t gonna freeze this year we stood at the edge of the waves i said abi it’s fine if you need to leave this here i’ll come back and find it someday you remind me of an orange hat smelling like sweat and cold air you remind me of shots fired way out in the woods somewhere i’ll believe in anything for a while somebody’s calling you abigail and for a while so was i somebody’s calling you abigail you remind me there’s no hunter like time
12.
self portrait i was a white looking kid from a small white town with a puerto rican mom and i thought a lot about how faded everyone around me was i was a socialist and a shy little dude i was playing tupac in a subaru and i married the first girl i ever loved and i’m not smooth and i’m not tough but i thought i was i was working summers at the ice cream place and i ran from the cops on roller blades and i heard my neighbor joe shoot my dog i was an afternoon poet on aim quoting kerouac in my away messages and i went looking for her one night in joe’s backyard and i’m never gonna wake joe up but i thought i was i thought i’d be ernesto che i’d dance like michael and write like jay i said hey mamma your son’s coming up and i thought i was so i went back to my hometown my hat in my hand my head bowed down i’m sorry to everyone for selling you short i was hoping there’d be more

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Max García Conover had an ambitious idea in 2015: write one song a week during one year. He bought an old motorhome, put his guitar and a notebook in it and traveled around the US with his wife and their dog. The ambitious plan turned out to be a realistic one: every week a new song was scribbled in the notebook. By mid-2016, Max had written more than sixty songs. The motorhome didn’t make it as long, and Max had to find other ways to travel. One of his journeys led him to Barcelona (Spain), where he played a show and ended up signing a record deal with a handshake and a toast to new friendship. The songs were taken off the road and recorded in the quiet of Max Garcia Conover’s home in Portland (Maine, USA) in the winter of 2016.

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released September 22, 2017

All songs written & recorded by Max García Conover
Additional instrumentation, recording & production by Ben Cosgrove
Additional vocals by Sophie Nelson
Mastered by Benjamin Shaw
Design by Lu Mussini

All of these songs were originally released as part of Max's ongoing weekly songs project. To find out more and join the project, go to patreon.com/maxgarciaconover

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