Watching Mars

by The Woodsheep

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To the friends, musicians, artists, and family who breathed life into this record... thank you for helping us keep our eyes on Mars.

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released June 2, 2016

The Woodsheep
Andrew Preston - lead vocal (4,8,12,14), harmony vocal (1,2,3,5,6,7,9,10,11,13,15), acoustic guitar (1,3,9,12,14), banjo (2,5,12,14),
piano/synth (3,4,6,8,9,11,13,14,15), fiddle (5), spoons (5), harmonica (1,12), ukulele (4,7)

Austin Tackett - lead vocal (1,2,3,5,6,7,9,10,11,15), harmony vocal (4,12,13,14), acoustic guitar (2,3,4,5,8,10,11,13),
electric guitar (1,4,6,9,10,13,14,15), banjo (12), mandolin (10)

Melissa Caskey - lead vocal (13), bass (1,2,4,8,9,10,12,13,14), harmony vocal(1, 4, 6)

Matt Holleran - drums (1,2,4,6,8,9,10,11,12,13,14), harmony vocal (1,13)

Other Musicians:
Tanner Blevins - electric guitar (6)
Caroline Nell Copley - harmony vocal (13), writing(13)
Scott Miller - additional arrangement (4)
Jesse Wells - bass (6), additional mixing

Package Design:
Patrick Brumback - photography
Saralyn Miller - photography
Patrick Stephenson - artwork/layout

All songs recorded and produced by The Woodsheep.
All songs written by Andrew Preston and/or Austin Tackett, except track 13.
Track 13 written by Caroline Nell Copley (BMI).

Tracks 1, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10, 12, & 14 published Woodsheep Music (BMI).
Tracks 1, 2, 6, 7, 10, 11, 14, & 15 published David Austin Tackett Publishing (BMI)

Mixed and mastered by Jesse Wells at the Kentucky Center for Traditional Music

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The Woodsheep Morehead, Kentucky

With frontman Andrew Preston’s whimsical songwriting, a collective of musicians, and their quirky live shows, The Woodsheep have become among the most recognizable mainstays of Appalachia’s burgeoning indie scene. Among their hallmarks: soaring harmonies, offbeat instrumentation, literarily dense lyrics steeped in folk storytelling tradition, all balanced by a healthy penchant for the absurd. ... more

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Track Name: Live Simply
She was walking down an open road,
going who knows where.
Suzy is the nicest girl I know.
Never has a care.

She'd take off her shoes in the snow,
just to feel the cold between her toes.

I want to live simply.

Charlie is a good friend of mine,
shines shoes for a quarter a time.
Walks dogs for a nickel or dime,
plays chess just to pass the time.

You'll never see his eyes on the clock,
because, to him, shining shoes is just like taking a walk.

I want to live simply.

Hank is snoozing on the parlor rug,
waiting for the door.
Steve the mailman is coming soon.
Hank the dog is bored.

He doesn't want to chase the mail today.
He just wants to stay inside and sleep the day away.

I want to live simply.

Suzy walking down the open road,
I want to live simply.
Charlie, that good friend of mine.
I want to live simply.
Hank snoozing on the parlor rug,
I want to live simply.
I want to live like that.
I want to live simply.
Track Name: On and On
Making my way through the darkness.
Drive til I see the morning light.
Engine humming way down low
reminds me of the sweet, soft southern night.

Desert roads are straight and narrow,
but they can't help crooked souls.
Up above me flies a wild sparrow.
If I had wings, I'd fly on home.

On and on is the only way I can go.
Every time I look back, your shadow's got a knife to my throat.
All I got is this old white line stretching down the road.
On and on is the only way I can go.

Pulled into a rest stop by the side of the road.
The waitress is creeped out, I see,
because I've been staring at her for way too long.
Because she looks like you to me.

And it stings like a big old bee,
when I look back in the mirror.
This son of a bitch I'm staring at
left you for grasses greener.

Making my way to Kansas City.
Met a dancer, got a beer.
Told her I was running, trying to find God,
when she asked why I was here.
Said, "What little succubus stole your heart?"
I stood up and left there because I am the devil.
Track Name: Talking Problem
I've got a talking problem, I know.
Everyone says that I'm as quiet as the snow.
Maybe they're right, oh, I won't fight it.
After all, there's a weariness in the noise that has my heart in tow.

I've got a talking problem, so they say.
Never been one to say too much from to day,
but I believe the silence isn't all that bad.
Oh, lately, I sing less unless it's to you, my friend.

I've got a talking problem, I know.
Everyone says that I'm as quiet as the snow.
I travel with a sweet repose behind my back.
Words are wasted far too much on the meaningless.
Track Name: How Does the Radio Know?
How does the radio know our songs?
Well, it must have been an old friend of yours for a long, long while.
Must have been with us in your truckbed, watching mars hide its eyes so slow.
Oh, how does the radio know?

How does the radio know our tunes?
It's been playing them on repeat. Mr. Radio, what did I do?
It's keeping me up late sometimes on those lonesome little nights,
and I ask myself, "Why can't the radio lie?"

Never knew that box could be so cold,
but the frequencies it sends when I'm alone...
Oh, how does the radio know?

How does the radio know you're gone?
I got my windows rolled down and I'm moving right along.
But sometimes when Mr. Kessel whispers out those speakers slow,
I ask myself, "How does the radio know?"

Oh, how does the radio know?
How does the radio know?
Track Name: The Peach Tree
High up on the mountainside, I'll roam.
With my darling, swingin' my arm, as sweet as peaches grow.

Going to the peach tree, won't you come out to meet me?
Let's go up to the peach tree tonight.

Wednesdays, I wonder where you are.
Plant me a sunflower seed in the hole of my guitar.

Going to the peach tree, won't you come out to meet me?
Let's go up to the peach tree tonight.

Take me where the banjos sweetly sing.
I'll pick me a banjo picker straight from that tree.

Going to the peach tree, won't you come out to meet me?
Let's go up to the peach tree tonight.

High up on the mountainside, I'll roam.
With my darling, swingin' my arm, as sweet as peaches grow.

Going to the peach tree, won't you come out to meet me?
Let's go up to the peach tree tonight.
Track Name: Angel
I know that Heaven’s real
when I look into your eyes.
I see golden roads flowing
like rivers in your mind.

You grace me with your touch.
You bless me with your looks.
Swear I see wings behind you
every time we make love.

Say your body is a temple.
Feel no pain, have no hurt.
You could praise the devil
and still send me straight to Church.

Oh my, hey hey.
You must’ve fell out from the sky when they opened Heaven’s gates.
Oh my, oh oh.
You got a heart that was made for me and a heart just of your own.

Your silence is a symphony.
Your taste is red wine.
You can yell and preach to me,
cuz your heart is worth my time.

You're my one true religion.
For your name, I'd give it all,
and by the grace of God above,
I'll love you for many falls.

I’ll thank your holy spirit
for the truth you brought to me.
I’ll order up a preacher
and I’ll say some words to thee.

My faith in you is strong.
I'll read your body every day.
Say “Hallelujah glory!”
until our judgement day.

And when we’re in the ground,
and face to face with God,
we’ll open up the gates
and all the saints will applaud.

You’ll look at me with confused eyes
over how I lived my life.
I’ll say I know there is a god,
because he sent me one of his angels from the sky.
Track Name: Sleeping Man
Hello, Sleeping Man,
I found you a song.
Someone must've penned it with a feather.
oh, I know, Sleeping Man,
The words are so delicate.
We can finish writing it together.

Hello to the Sleeping Man.
Hello to the Sleeping Man.

Hello, Sleeping Man,
I've just the song for you,
the people singing colorful as a rainbow.
Do you know, Sleeping Man,
if everyone could share our tune,
they would hear the blooming of tomorrow?

Hello to the Sleeping Man.
Hello to the Sleeping Man.

Hello, Sleeping Man,
it's just what we need.
A melody to wake us from our slumber.
Oh, tell me, Sleeping Man,
would the Earth be in our hearts,
if we all sang hand in hand, I wonder?

Hello to the Sleeping Man.
Hello to the Sleeping Man.
Hello to the Sleeping Man.
Hello to the Sleeping Man.
Track Name: Love Is the Most Agonizing Thing
Love is the most agonizing thing.
Innocence cuts to the bone.
I see in your eyes the places I've never been.
And places that I'll never go.
But I want to so...

Love is the most agonizing thing.
I wander in the streets and find love in the lamplight
in strangers who flicker your fire in their eyes,
but it burns a bit dimmer than yours do,
my dear friend.

I see us there in my grandmother's yard.
You would've loved her cooking.
She would've loved your scars.
Endearing and worn. "A worker," she'd say.
That I should be proud to be yours.
And I would be, but

love is the most agonizing thing.
I'll stand at your side as companions must do.
But some days when you sing,
and I can't shake the pain,
I'm happy, but oh, love is the most agonizing thing.

Some days when you sing,
and I can't shake the pain,
I'm happy, but oh, love is the most agonizing thing.
Track Name: Wildcat
Met a cute little thing,
put those arms around me.
I said, "This is for the birds,
my heart's got the best of me."

Got a wildcat howling
in my chest.
If I turn around, baby,
well, the cat's all I got left.

My, my, my.
I can't lie.
I want you to know,
cat's got my tongue.
I've been struck dumb.
This is how it goes with the wildcat in your soul.

A little moonlight shining
on your lips.
Well, something about your birdsong, baby,
I lose my wits.

Got a wildcat howling
in your eyes.
If you want to make me crumble, darling,
you don't even have to try.

My, my, my.
I can't lie.
I want you to know,
cat's got my tongue.
I've been struck dumb.
This is how it goes with the wildcat in your soul.

My, my, my.
I can't lie.
I want you to know,
cat's got my tongue.
I've been struck dumb.
This is how it goes with the wildcat in your soul.
Track Name: Out of the Blue
The sun is shining, the sky is blue.
I feel like a child thinking these things about you.
Sat down and wrote some words and I put them to this tune.
Because everything I ever needed came together in the shape of you.

Woke up this morning and looked across the bed.
Beautiful, you laying there, but the other way you turned your head.
I don't know what's been going on, but I sure hope I help you through.
Because everything that I ever needed came together in the shape of you.

Out of the blue.
Your love hit me out of the blue.

Sitting on the porch about an hour. Maybe two.
I've been going over and over this note from you.
I guess there's only one thing left for me to do.
Think about how everything I ever needed was you.
Track Name: Why oh Why?
The wind it blows into my soul.
chilling bones and thawing out my woes.
Sometimes I cry with no reason why.

Why oh why?
Must I wonder why the cold brings out my worst emotions?
I'd sing if I could,
but the crisp air stops the words from coming out.
Why oh why?

Snow, it falls from the trees.
Desolate are the flakes in the breeze.
It makes me cry.
I wish I could put them back in the sky.

Why oh why?
Must I wonder why the cold brings out my worst emotions?
I'd sing if I could,
but the crisp air stops the words from coming out.
Why oh why?
Must I wonder why the cold brings out my worst emotions?
I'd sing if I could,
but the crisp air stops the words from coming out.
Why oh why?
Track Name: Tin Foil Plane
I went to sea a thousand times
in search of treasures to cure my bug bites.
In my castle walls built of Grandma's bricks,
and my drawbridge made of candlesticks.

I think sometime I got too brave.
Some season new to me came into my head,
and gone were the days of the empire I'd made.
I wonder if it's still there in that old shed?

I want to sail away on a tin foil plane.
When I have roamed high and low,
I want to sail away on a tin foil plane.
Tin foil plane take me home.

I had an army at my hands.
Ten thousand ants employing my commands,
til the swan song from the paper cranes
alerted signal fires and guessing games.

I want to sail away on a tin foil plane.
When I have roamed high and low,
I want to sail away on a tin foil plane.
Tin foil plane take me home.

I met a man when I was a child
with a backwards grin and nobody in his view.
If he had that sweet little plane,
he would be on his way home too.

I want to sail away on a tin foil plane.
When I have roamed high and low,
I want to sail away on a tin foil plane.
Tin foil plane take me home.
Tin foil plane take me home.
Track Name: Sun On My Side
You've been keepin’ me down for a while now, honey.
My cheeks' been all pressed in the dirt.
Now don't get me wrong... love that wildlife, honey,
but it just smells like you ‘stead of earth.
Now I have been wonderin', there's gotta be somethin’
more than pickin’ up after you.
You've been stealin’ my stars and always leave the carton
in the fridge, as empty as you.

Got the sun on my side. He says I'll be just fine
if I pick up, leave for mountains and a thrill.
Got the sun on my side and the moon in the night.
Chase the sunset down and take it like a pill.
Rest my heart- not sure it'll ever be still.

I was born to go roam. I'm a free bird, honey.
You wanted my wings to be gone,
but I'm sick of the crowd, so I'm off now, honey.
Without you, I'm twelve-horses strong.
Lord, I love a puzzle, but I've tried to shuffle
all the pieces of us, I must admit.
After some assesin,’ some second, third-guessin’,
Darlin,’ it seems the two of us never could, ever would fit.

Honey, I've hit the road in search of a new view
and I've found my company's better than you.
So while you’re bored, complainin,’ like you tend to do,
I'll be soakin’ up the sunlight, bustin’ moves.
Track Name: Time Is Still
You said it was your time to go, but I don't believe you anymore.
There's a door open in my sights, far across the mountainside.
I've been there many times before.
And there within a rusted frame, I see you coming back again
in pieces.

I'm close to the edge of you where time is still.

Oh, I can still see you there- the finest love I'll ever wear.
Here I am left behind. You're out of sight but in my mind,
and I wonder why,
but then the afterthought settles in, my fingertips forget your skin,
and I open that door again.

I'm close to the edge of you where time is still.
I'm close to the edge of you where time is still.
I'm close to the edge of you where time is still.
Track Name: 14 Degrees
A cold day in December of fourteen degrees.
I went down to see you, and fell down on my knees.
I laid down a rose like every day before,
scraped off the ice from Heaven's gray door.

My friend is the fog,
my muse is the mist,
my memories are muddy,
your love an abyss.
You left this world and I left along with you.
My body's at Earth, but my soul's at home beneath you.

My hands are fragile.
My heart beats so slow,
and just like the day you were taken,
my warmest friend is the snow.

My friend is the fog,
my muse is the mist,
my memories are muddy,
your love an abyss.
You left this world and I left along with you.
My body's at Earth, but my soul's at home...

My friend is the fog,
my muse is the mist,
my memories are muddy,
your love an abyss.
You left this world and I left along with you.
My body's at Earth, but my soul's at home beneath you.

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