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released April 6, 2012

Patrick Coman - acoustic and electric guitars, vocals, percussion
Aaron Cross - violin, vocals
Tim Moynihan - upright bass
Michelle Vanas - vocals
Bob Laing - drums
Eric Welsh - organ, glockenspiel

Recorded at Chillhouse Studios (Charlestown, MA) by Eric Welsh, engineering assistant Kyle Anderson, and produced by Eric Welsh and Patrick Coman

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Patrick Coman Boston, Massachusetts

Reds & Blues is the brainchild of songwriter and For the Sake of the Song founder Patrick Coman. Each song in Reds & Blues was written as a "missing track" from the 7 albums that shaped Coman's musical coming of age in the shadow of Tulsa, OK's famed "Tulsa Sound". ... more

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Track Name: Boston City Blues
I've got a dealer
I've got a landlord
I've got a doctor
And he cures my ills

But they cost money
And I don't got it
So I'm working hard
Just to try to pay them bills

I've got a lover
And I've got a lawyer
I've got enough folks
That tell me what to do
So I've got time, oh so much time
To sit and sing these Boston city blues

Chorus:
Oh the joys of getting older
You don't even know
It just goes to show
The shows of getting older
Once you cross that track
You're always looking back
Ain't that a fact?

I've got some old friends
And I've got some new ones
And a couple folks that I could stand to lose
But sometimes when the party's over
We all need someone to come home to

Chorus

I've got a dealer
I've got a landlord
I've got a doctor
And he cures my ills

But they cost money
And I don't got it, no
So I'm working hard
Just to try to pay them bills
I'm working hard
Just to try to pay them bills
I'm working hard
Just to try to pay them bills
Track Name: Let It Ring
If I wrote this song for you
Three chords wrapped up in G
Turning back around on me

With every note in tune
More or less
You know I'll try my best for you

Would it be enough?
To hold you 'til the morning
Girl these aching bones are calling out for you

Chorus:
Take this broken down machine
Wrapped in bailing wire and guitar strings
And if you've got the nerve to sing with me
Let it ring, honey let it ring

If I wrote this song for you
Three chords and a turn of phrase
Filling up that empty space

Ringing loud and true
In all white keys
This simple little melody

Would it be enough
To hold you 'til the turnaround
It brings you turning back to me

Chorus

If I wrote this song for you
La da da, la da da da da da da
Would you echo back to me
La da da, la da da da da da da

Chorus

Let it ring, honey let it ring
Let it ring, honey let it ring
Track Name: Hungover
I woke up this morning with a blue jean cigarette dream
I woke up this morning with a blue jean cigarette dream
I'm gonna go downtown and find me something pretty and lean

I've been told pretty baby when it rains it pours
I've been told pretty baby when it rains it pours
Well them winds come howlin' every time you come a-knockin' on my door

Went outside, held my hands and prayed
If the rain don't stop Lord the levee's gonna break
I ain't got time for more bad news
I done spent all my energy trying to keep up with you

I woke up this morning, put my head down between my knees
I woke up this morning, put my head down between my knees
I'm a full grown man so I'm a-gonna do just what I please

Went outside, held my hands and prayed
If the rain don't stop Lord the levee's gonna break
I ain't got time for more bad news
I done spent all my energy trying to keep up with you
Track Name: Home
There is no place in this world like my home
From Kentucky on down to San Antone
I've been 'round the world and this much I know
There is no place in this world like my home

There is no place in this world like my home
Where the sweet corn and the green grass they grow
Catfish are jumping like a million little poems
There is no place in this world like my home

There is no place in this world like my home
When I've been several months on the road
She answers the door and lightens my load
With that girl in my arms I am home
And there is no place in this world like my home
There is no place in this world like my home
Track Name: Streets of Berlin
At night when they close down the bars
Or in the morning sometimes it seems
Find my coat, my smokes, and my keys
And find I'm the last to leave

On my way home I hear the night air echo
Every time I breathe
Trying to find the reasons for the reasons
For the ways I lost your sweet reprieve

I don't know how I ended up in this one room flat
Or in a bar down in East Berlin
I was hanging on down in Nashville
Wading through seas of beer, barlights, and sin

Chorus:
But I do know that you're on my mind
And I do know that I'm stuck here again
But tonight I'm walking with my head in the clouds
And my feet on the streets of Berlin

My sister went running down through Memphis
She was trying to hold on to what's left
My brother's been sinking into that black hole
Man we can't seem to pull him out yet
Oh Lord I miss my family
And the comforts of home
We used to think we were so lucky
And now we've got no place else left to go

Chorus

My body shakes
And it aches for your touch
Oh Lord my body shakes
I can't get enough
But I ain't going to give up
Until I see you return again
To me on them streets of Berlin