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Time Is Gold

by The Union Electric

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    Time Is Gold is preceded by three 7” releases and continues the band’s practice of weaving chaotic rock arrangements around each song’s folk core.

    This first full-length album includes a few songs from the vinyl singles as well as new material with varying subject matter. “Truman” traces the history of the modern presidency while “St. Francis of Illinois” pays tribute to Vachel Lindsay, considered by many to be the father of modern performance poetry.

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1.
Truman 03:07
Truman (or That Great Atomic Power Scared Charlie Louvin More Than God) There's a White House war machine, the one Wilson switched on waited long enough and joined the side that won Roosevelt was dying, they had to find a man who would keep things running just like they planned Henry Wallace said what he really thought and there's no room for that no chance for that to move up in Washington When Roosevelt died, they had Truman move in left all the furniture exactly how it had been Independence to Washington Show me a man who would seem to take a stand got the White House blues all across this land MacArthur covers a whole nation's eyes and he waits for William Laurence to come claim his prize Hiroshima to Washington That great atomic power, scared Charlie Louvin, scared him more than God. Drop the little boy and the fat man now you got the whole world with the Marshall Plan The doctrine was in order, they just needed a name almost any other man, it would have been the same it's a shame in Washington Now you have to close your eyes to deny the rumors the working class, we're all consumers Truman left the White House, his job was done left all the furniture for the next one Eisenhauer to Washington The Rosenbergs were still in prison, going to the chair now there's a new man in the White House it doesn't change a thing, in Washington because that great atomic power scared Charlie Louvin scared him more than God.
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Saint Francis Of Illinois - for Vachel Lindsay Saint Francis of Illinois says only poverty will bring our redemption walk the muddy roads like they were the paths of heaven stay away from the main road stay away from the big town beg a meal at five o'clock and find a place to settle down for the night and tell your stories to pass the time when I was the king of birds I slept in the stables of horses tell your stories to pass the time trade them for bread, it's better than toil distance yourself from the machinery of the cities bleeding oil Saint Francis of Illinois says only poverty will bring our redemption walk the muddy roads like they were the paths of heaven When I was the king of birds I slept in the stables of horses
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Center Of The Storm - for Lucy Parsons Up from Waco, where we're not welcome up from Waco to Chicago to the center of the storm, to the center of the storm I said I still see slaves with longer chains they said leave town or you will hang you can vote for bread clothes and shelter you can vote but they won't give you these things leaders make the laws and live real comfortable live off you workers like foreign kings what you produce is no guarantee toil and pray your time is gold your time is gold and when you have no means that's what gets sold Up from Waco, where we're not welcome up from Waco to Chicago to the center of the storm, to the center of the storm I said I still see slaves with longer chains they said leave town or you will hang
4.
Tunnels* 04:29
Tunnels (Under The Hotel Imperial) - with regards to William Vollmann, Joe Strummer and Wody Guthrie In the shadow of the mountain of gold, there are stories of tunnels of which no one speaks In the days of the great fires raging, when people came up, up from the ground Under the street, like some late-night dream, there's a tunnel under the Hotel Imperial Building a railroad, a gold rush underground Inventors of paper, inventors of gun powder They came for work but they were not wanted, condemned with the rats and the trash They were not wanted here, so they go somewhere else and now there are tunnels from here to there Believe in something that you've never seen, believe because it has to be there That secret dragon haunts that desert, in the heat with the whirlwinds and the quicksand The ghost of that dragon haunts the desert in the secret world along the borderlands The hopeful and the hopeless all run together and all night the people sing, please, send money home
5.
Thylacine* 04:29
Thyalcine - from the poem by Stefene Russell suitcase jaw, knife stripes, they eat the bones no bloody feathers blowing against the salty grass and the chimera shadow, the flip book with jowly wolf head and hindquarters of a tiger and a middle part that we don't know how to name suitcase jaw, knife stripes, they eat the bones the farmer's children slam the closet door pull the hems of coats and dresses over their eyes at the thought, at the thought of croupy barking pull the hems of coats over their eyes suitcase jaw, knife stripes, they eat the bones but the gait, three animals put together the book says awkward, though tireless like the one who can't keep up, far down the path three rhythms that trip off a little migraine of the heart suitcase jaw, knife stripes, they eat the bones
6.
Bugs* 03:43
Bugs - adapted from the true story told by Ross Lessor the old man worked for the chemical company when he retired moved out to the country that old house on the river was infested called on the phone and siad he had to move all those years in a blue jump suit, working for the chemical company mixing, fixing to kill, mixing pheromones with the poison that's how you kill them, attract them to the posion one last phone call from that old man the bugs are killing me old man worked for the chemical company mixing, fixing to kill all those years making DDT until he himself radiates it built a new house every step by hand new wood, new ground, up on a hill but these things are futile if you've been mixing to kill that's how you kill them, attract them to the posion one last phone call from that new house the bugs are killing me, he said and the heart attack was from the shock of how well it worked and how they'd come for him in the end at the end of that dirt road the bugs are killing me he said and the neighbors found him dead shine a light on this infestation exterminator down
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Bucket Of Blood - based on the life and tales of Henry Townsend as well as another song in the folk tradition Henry he hopped that north-bound train jumped off in the yard in East Saint Louis Henry was a shoeshine boy fronting for that bootlegging man downtown Henry learned to play that mean guitar Henry learned to play that sweet guitar had some folks jealous with the way that he played JD Short got him in the back that coward with a knife got him in the back Henry was a bleeding he nearly died when that coward snake got him in the back Henry wanted to take his revenge went hunting JD Short through all the joints cornered him at the Bucket of Blood Henry stepped up and short pulled his knife Henry drew his gun and he took a shot Short jumped up yelled and fell down Henry left the yard same way he'd come in Short lay bleeding hurting on the ground Henry he's an old man now Stack-a-Lee's been long dead now with many a song to sing and many a tale to tell the city Henry knew it ain't there no more the Booker Washington theatre been torn down the city Henry knew it ain't here no more
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Sentence* 02:14
if they didn't surpress us, we wouldn't have to speak up if they didn't attack us, we wouldn't have to fight back if our rights weren't violated there'd be no reason to rebel this land is not free, only for fools I don't recognize your law I don't find you honorable I despise you, hang me for it The system is brutal and so are its thugs they only know force, they only know violence this land is not free, only for fools why waste words, like carrying water to the sea learn to use explosives and set yourself free
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Time Is Gold is preceded by three 7” releases and continues the band’s practice of weaving chaotic rock arrangements around each song’s folk core.

This first full-length album includes a few songs from the vinyl singles* as well as new material with varying subject matter. “Truman” traces the history of the modern presidency while “St. Francis of Illinois” pays tribute to Vachel Lindsay, a man considered by many to be the father of modern performance poetry.

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released July 28, 2012

The Union Electric:
Tim Rakel, Glenn Burleigh, Melinda Cooper, and Mic Boshans

guests:
Matt Pace, Dave Anderson, Beth Bombara, Robert Sarazin Blake, and Kevin Buckley

Lyrics by Tim Rakel, except
"Thylacine" taken from a poem by Stefene Russell
"The Laughing Song" by Hunter Brumfield

Music by The Union Electric
"Center Of The Storm" and "Sentence" were written and originally performed by The May Day Orchestra

Rankoutsider Records

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The Union Electric St Louis, Missouri

The Union Electric is made up of veteran St. Louis musicians Tim Rakel, Glenn Burleigh, Melinda Cooper and Mic Boshans. Depending on the date/time/weather, Beth Bombara, Jake DeLeonardis, Mary DeLeonardis and/or Brad Vaughn may also make intermittent appearances in the line-up.

UE has released five 7" records, an EP of cover songs, and the CD "Time Is Gold".
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