The Kid, by Eric Schroeder

The Kid

by Eric Schroeder

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Throughout The Kid, Schroeder taps into an endless well of homey, roots rock inspiration, from Wilco to Neil Young. By pairing a pitch-perfect ability to capture that energy with a vivid imagination, Schroeder reaches something that’s not quite present and not quite past, part nostalgia and part exploration of a new reality. “These songs just flowed easily,” he says. “I just let go and accepted the fact that this record would be a product of its circumstances. I wanted to capture the different parts of my mind, country and rock, stories from my life and from characters. I just need to record songs that are important to my life and share them with the world.”

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1.	What I Need 04:21	lyrics	buy track
I saw a lass fifth avenue She was smiling so big and looking so cute And when I stepped to learn her name Another guy took her breath away And it’s been taking so long finding what I need My veins been aching everyday finding what I need Big loading and heavy stoning all comes back to you All stealing and petty thieving all comes back to you Overhanging it and poontanging, it all comes back to It’ll all come back in the end I saw my man on twenty ninth I heard his china was real white When I asked about the price I guess I said something that he didn’t like And it’s been taking so long finding what I need And maybe it’s my addled brain but I just can’t find what I need Big loading and heavy stoning all comes back to you All stealing and petty thieving all comes back to you Overhanging it and poontanging, it all comes back to It’ll all come back in the end Found myself at the methadone clinic But they ran out that very same minute And in an act of desperation I sucked the pump down at the gas station And it’s so hard to turn on finding what I need Find myself reshooting blood finding what I need Big loading and heavy stoning all comes back to you All stealing and petty thieving all comes back to you Overhanging it and poontanging, it all comes back to It’ll all come back in the end
2.	Cry Sometimes 03:04	lyrics	buy track
With every breaking dawn, he’d slip away He’d turn his lanter on and his mind would change Talked to his only friends, the traffic signs And when the highway ends, he’ll blow his mind The angels hark The dogs will bark Your car won’t start And pain will leave it’s mark So cry sometimes You got to cry sometimes Just cry sometimes You got to cry Another empty page that’s got no ink Another song he sang lead him to drink Another open ear deprived of words Another empty beer to soothe the hurt The people flock The dead will walk The shadows stalk But still he won’t talk So cry sometimes You got to cry sometimes Just cry sometimes You got to cry The country music plays, he checks the time No words been spoke in days but he don’t mind He fears behind the bar someone will ask Why he had come this far to break a glass The angels sing The church bell rings You’ll find the thing that you’ve been missing If you cry sometimes You got to cry sometimes Just cry sometimes You got to cry Just cry sometimes You got to cry
3.	Little Red Wagon 02:44	lyrics	buy track
In the churchhouse, the little people Are longing for when life was simple Remembering games that they used to play And the little red wagon with the toys in it They rode around the block all day And picked the apples up off the ground The grass was green and was filled with things Like the little red wagon with the toys in it The grass is dead and so is mama Papa’s strength is through And everyday I simply wanna Pull the wagon with you Everyday I feel this way it’s true In the office sitting at the table The boss is talking ‘bout the little pale He filled with sand but now he’s a man With a big ol’ house, lots of things in it He used to go down to the shore When papa was home and mama was awake The soda fizzed but all he needs Is a big ol’ house, lot’s of things in it The beach dried up and so did mama Papa’s strength is through And everyday I simply wanna Fill that bucket with you Everyday I feel this way it’s true Everyday I feel this it’s true Everyday I feel this way it’s true
4.	The Bastard of Love 04:03	lyrics	buy track
Where did I go? What did I do? I made some plans Followed ‘em through Holes in my shoes Holes in my jeans What did I do? What does it mean? I’m trying again Crying out loud A crown on my head A face in the crows A streak of bad luck The changing of times Trying again And drawing a line It still tastes the same Scrambled or fried I’m facing the blame Of saying goodbye Alone in this room Like a picture that hangs Been put to my doom And I’m facing the blame I’m trying again Growing my hair A usual friend Is rocking the chair Icing the cake Tasting so sweet Trying again And feeling complete I feel that I’ve done The things that I should I stay as I was And stay as I could A bastard of love Under the gun I feel that I should Do the things that I’ve done I’m trying again (The brown of my skin) Crying out loud (I fall deeper in) A crown on my head (the holes that I’ve dug) A face in the crowd (The bastard of love) A streak of bad luck (The rivers I swim) The changing of times (The bushes I trim) Trying again (A white turtle dove) And drawing a line (The bastard of love) I’m trying again (The deserts I crossed) Growing my hair (Still I am lost) A usual friend (Been sent from above) Is rocking the chair (The bastard of love) Icing the cake (The grass in the lawn) Tasting so sweet (Hides from the lawn) Trying again (The shoulders I rub) And feeling complete (The bastard of love)
5.	Tadpole 04:02	lyrics	buy track
Moving to the country I tried so hard to stop Gonna bring my pitcher down to the river Gonna fill it to the top Ramshackle city, tax paying dues The richest man won’t shake my hand But he’ll put holes in my shoes Maybe handsome molly Will make this house a home We’ll milk the cows and kill the sow Once her babies have all grown I wish I were in london Or some other seaport town Away I’d row in a wooden boat And sail the ocean round Moving to the country I got to get away From the cars and the planes And all the disdain that makes me feel this way I am just a tadpole And I can’t lose my tail Or learn to breathe air if no one cares I win or if I fail Would you even notice If I began to rust? Or if my pond dried up in the sun And I was left in the dust Wayfaring stranger Tell me what to do For I’ve grown up with bad, bad luck So can I follow you? The rooster calls the morning Out of her front door Gonna have me a daughter and drink me some water From the puddle on the floor Remember handsome molly The flowers in your hair Where the river flows is where I’ll go And can you meet me there? Moving to the country I got to get away From the cars and the planes And all the disdain that makes me feel this way I am just a tadpole And I can’t lose my tail Or learn to breathe air if no one cares I win or if I fail
6.	County Line 03:13	lyrics	buy track
Where I’m at, I don’t feel like that And how I’ve been, I can’t say Shadows cast from the laundromat And darken our time today The Something Blues was my favorite tune But they don’t play it anymore Carried dues in the leather shoes Sitting side by side at the door County line, let me know Which way to go I’m from out of town So be on my side County line To the right of your beacon light The midday sun flagged me down Homemade kites in the open wide Flew away when the wind came around Where I’ve been is how I’m feeling I don’t know what that means Here I stand in the open land Feeling high though I don’t smoke a thing County line, let me know Which way to go I’m from out of town So be on my side County line
7.	From Mexico 04:32	lyrics	buy track
Look at me falling down, bleeding out What does it matter? Blood eyes realize changing times Radio chatter Here I am, my daddy’s son and the one With nothing to gather Fall asleep, read and weep, empty streets What are they after? Maria says, “I’m alone, no one’s home, Can I hear your laughter” No, my dear for I fear if someone hears What could come after I don’t know if I’ll come home from Mexico I don’t know if I even want a home I don’t know if I’ll come home from Mexico ‘Cause I’m falling in love with being alone A brown eyed boy came to me said to me, “Are you my pa?” “For if you are, you’ve been far, stole our car And broken the law” Listen close amigo, I don’t know What you think you saw Sink or swim ‘cause I aint him but even then I’d call it a draw Then I said, “Tell me kid, is mama in? Cause I know you ain't got no pa And if she’s quaint, I’ll hope she aint, I’ll lick the paint off of her walls” I don’t know if I’ll come home from Mexico I don’t know if I even want a home I don’t know if I’ll come home from Mexico ‘Cause I’m falling in love with being alone
8.	Wyoming 02:43	lyrics	buy track
Stumble back into the ally With lighting in my veins Eighteen years been stuck in this valley And the lighting was to blame I was booting it, now I’m shooting it And moving is my name I was all set up to be somebody Now I’m kicking in the rain Wyoming, I’m coming home when The jailer calls my name The station in my imagination Is letting me off the train I’m walking in chains But I’ll be back again Each face passed by the bars Reminds myself of me Killing time out in the jail yard Reminds me I’m not free Now I’m missing it Wishing I was kissing it The wall’s too high to see The buffalo and the friends I know I left in Laramie Wyoming, I’m coming home when The jailer calls my name The station in my imagination Is letting me off the train I’m walking in chains But I’ll be back again Stumble back, you know I’m wishing There was water in my well Four more years inside of this prison And I’m going on to tell How I was listening now I’m whistling A song I knew so well I was all set up to be somebody Now I’m sitting in a cell Wyoming, I’m coming home when The jailer calls my name The station in my imagination Is letting me off the train I’m walking in chains But I’ll be back again
9.	Cut Ties 03:25	lyrics	buy track
Street walking and baby talking Got kicked off the mountain for all of my rocking And I cut ties trying to find myself Quit bruising and late night cruising Got sucked so dry and I’m tired of losing So I cut ties trying to find myself Left behind some friends of mine Some came back kicking to keep from crying ‘Cause I cut ties trying to find myself Too much sleeping and too much keeping in All of them burdens that I’d been reaping So I cut ties trying to find myself Don’t grab me ‘cause you’ll just have me Walking out the door for someone’s baby mama Who cut ties trying to find herself I’m troubled, the load is doubled When the devil comes knocking, I build me some rubble And I cut ties trying to find myself
10.	Olive 03:11		buy track

about

Half of the songs were written on a month long writing spree, while the others were picked from a back catalog of three months worth of music. This album is intended to be as deep in it’s country and folk roots just as it is deep in rock and roll music, while still never completely one or the other. These are some of the best character narratives I have written and also some of my most personal and transparent songs.

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released April 20, 2021

Eric Schroeder - Acoustic and electric guitar, bass, percussion, and lead vocals
Kevin Basko - Slide guitar, drums, bass, wurlitzer, percussion, backing vocals
Emily Moales -

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