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1.
The Aquatint Blues 03:05
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I've got acid on my shoes A printmaker with the blues Inky fingers and a broken heart Don't know where to start I'm an artist and she was my muse Now she's gone and left me the blues She was my model I found her fetching That's the reason she's in all my etchings Rosin falls like snow And while it showers I pass the hours Wondering why she had to go I can't believe it, I've got the Aquatint Blues I'm going down to the river Like some copper in the acid I'm gonna sink right down In that water so placid Under the surface I'll go Intaglio
2.
Pulling Up The Paper 02:40
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I like the ink stuck under my fingernails I like the ink that stains all my clothes I like the sound of rolling out fresh ink I like the sound of a Vandercook press I like the smell of acid on copper I like the smell of solvents in the air I like the feeling of pulling up the paper I like the feeling of making prints I like the ink in the cracks of my fingers I like the ink that's covering my shoes I like the touch of a fine sheet of paper I like the touch of embossed ampersand I like the sound of squeegee on silkscreen I like the sound of grinding a stone I like the feeling of pulling up the paper I like the feeling of making prints I like the ink that's caked onto my hands I like the ink that appears on my face I like the mark of an etching needle I like the mark of a v-gouge I like the look of deckled edges I like the look of a fine aquatint I like the feeling of pulling up the paper I like the feeling of making prints
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The Registration Blues 02:52
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I asked her up to see my etchings all she did was smile Said she'd heard that one before but she'd stay a little while She said she liked my place and she liked my style And everything was fine 'til she saw my prints in a pile She said don't pretend I love you, don't pretend I care But your poor registration is more than I can bear I've gotta help you through this, I've gotta set you right So listen to me, baby, you're gonna lose those blues tonight 'Cause you've got three plates and all you do is guess Where to place the paper but it's rarely a success It's not working for you baby, you've got nothing to lose So listen to me, honey, I'm gonna sing those T-Bar blues Well, trapping my paper's like trapping my soul Stop preaching to me I wanna rock and roll I've tried peg registration, yeah I've done my part But punching holes in my paper's punching holes in my heart These three lines will change your life forever When you take a little time and mark your sheets of paper There's nothing in this system that'll cause you distress So you get all suicidal and wanna run yourself through the press She said don't pretend I love you, don't pretend I care But your poor registration's more than I can bear I've gotta help you through this, I've gotta set you right You've gotta lose those Registration Blues tonight
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Another Bad Impression 04:41
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Another bad impression, another proof for the pile We haven't had very good luck for a while We mix our ink, wipe our plates with care No matter what we do we can't print that bon à tirer À la poupée and chine-collé, we're printing our lives away If the solvents don't kill us we'll try some other way Another bad impression, another proof for the pile We haven't had very good luck for a while We mix our ink, wipe our plates with care No matter what we do we can't print that bon à tirer Dutch mordant and Belgian beer We've got a lot of fluids in here But no matter what we drink We can't print that bon à tirer It's not like there's something we lack We've even got a piano in the back With ink on the ivories So all the keys are black
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The Work-Up Blues 02:52
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Well, I've been printing all day long And now I'm singing this here song Cause I, I've got the work-up blues And I've got my form locked into place I thought I'd filled in every space And I, I've got the work-up blues And everytime I roll one through I see something so brand new Am I just high from spirit vapors Or just upset from wasted paper And I tap the furniture down in it's crack But three prints later it comes right back And I, I've got the work-up blues My stack of paper is getting low And my mind is filling with so many woes I, I've got the work-up blues And everytime I roll one through I see something so brand new Am I just high from spirit vapors Or just upset from wasted paper
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Silkscreen 02:26
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I've got something that I want to say, and I just don't know how to say it I've got something to get off my chest, and I just don't know how to do it I've got something that I want to say, and I just don't know how to say it So you hand me a squeegee and tell me to get to it I'm gonna make a silkscreen Maybe do a rainbow pull I'm gonna make a silkscreen Maybe do a CMYK You tell me it's so easy to make anything that you want A sticker, a zine, anything in between, you say do anything you want You tell me it's so easy to make anything that you want A sticker, a zine, anything in between, you say do anything you want I'm gonna make a silkscreen Maybe do a rainbow pull I'm gonna make a silkscreen Maybe do a CMYK
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Monotypes at Midnight 02:48
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Come on, pretty baby, you know what I want to do I wanna come around about midnight and make some monotypes with you Well, I was walking around the other night I saw some things I think you'd like A couple presses and a few cans of ink Oh now baby I know what you think But hey, forget the risk Let's have an artistic tryst Security comes by at 11:02 But after that they don't care what you do So let's go down to room 313 They won't mind as long as we leave it clean Oh no, they won't care I hope I see you there I expect you guessed what happened next We got there and our plans were vexed My baby started picking the lock But I was worried that she would get caught And then, it came to mind I remembered good old Yves Klein I said, "Hey, hey, baby we don't need a press Let's go home take off your dress Lay some paper down on the ground I'll ink you up and roll you around Oh yeah, it's nothing new I wanna make some monotypes with you" So come on, pretty baby you know what I want to do I wanna come around about midnight and make some monotypes with you
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A Painter At Heart 03:26
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Come gather 'round people I'll tell you a tale A tale of a man as thin as a rail A printer at trade and a painter at heart He grew tired and weary of making art He was very well read in modern theory His head engulfed in philosophy Making prints just wasn't enough So he threw down his v-gouge and picked up a brush He says he's from nowhere in most ways that's true He comes from the dust like most of us do Though reluctant to speak of his lifelong ambitions He tells of his past and major transitions To see the world with eyes not our own His philosophy of philosophy he owes to Foucault And he practiced this practice in his everyday life When he picked up the palette instead of the knife Cause before he could even get to work he dealt with the stresses Of spending most of his time cleaning other people's messes Now he sits and he ponders reading Derrida and Barthes Digesting their philosophies while he works on his art People crowd round to see him as he tells of how He used to make prints but he's a painter now The towers of matrices he left in his wake From the plains of Oklahoma to the Northeastern States Stand in silence imbued with the knowledge That he's left them behind just as he left college With a brush in his hand that once held a brayer The towers are silent they haven't a prayer Come gather round people I'll tell you a tale The tale of a man as thin as a rail A printer at trade and a painter at heart He grew tired and weary of making art
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Closet Français 03:55
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Every Thursday night you'll find the speakers of French They discuter in the corner bench And the printmakers sit in the adjoining booth Where we keep to ourselves remaining aloof We're dropping from the eaves in search of a phrase To impress the other artists quand nous parlons français Oh, we feel so special printing all day Dropping fancy phrases like bon à tirer Yeah, we love our terminology but don't ask me why When it comes time to parler, je suis un peu shy It was in the month of May we had un bon idée We decided it was time to apprendre le français So we head to the cafe and we sit at the bar Where we practice our French and print some pochoir We're a little self-conscious, we're probably too shy And we know Jean-Pierre's just a regular guy We'll work up the nerve to approach him someday But for now we're plenty happy speaking Closet Francais We're dropping from the eaves in search of a phrase To impress the other artists quand nous parlons français Oh, we feel so special printing all day Dropping fancy phrases like bon à tirer Yeah, we love our terminology but don't ask me why When it comes time to parler, je suis un peu shy
10.
The Unfortunate Nature of Lithography 03:10
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I spend my days grinding away Graining limestone day after day I take care to treat you right But you keep me up everynight I need to make an apology For the unfortunate nature of lithography You ask me why but I don't know That is just how the story goes Nothing ever goes as planned Prepare for that you'll be better then I need to make an apology For the unfortunate nature of lithography Troubleshooting, troubleshooting I feel like I'm always losing Troubleshooting, troubleshooting I feel like I'm always losing Etch it hot, etch it cold Dropping nitric never gets old Etch it hot, etch it cold Dropping nitric never gets old So fuck it on to something better
11.
Once This Ghost Is Gone 01:43
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Once this ghost is gone and I've left no trace I'm gonna carry this burden to another place Well it's heavy lifting all day long but it's good for the spirit, it makes it strong But if that ghost won't leave and I see those scratches I'm gonna get my book, yeah my book of matches And burn this hell-hole to the ground And I'm not gonna worry about leaving town Once this ghost is gone and I've left no trace I'm gonna carry this burden to another place
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Blank Pages 04:28
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After all this time the beginning's still hard to recall But blank pages have no sympathy for an absence of thought Am I already washed up or just spread too thin Cause I keep on drawing the same things all over again I'm caught in a pattern and it's testing my patience But blank sheets of paper never lose a staring contest Though they look pure and simple in their unblemished whiteness I know of nothing better at concealing its secrets Am I already washed up or just spread too thin Cause I keep on drawing the same things all over again My good intentions are afloat on a sinking feeling And everybody knows that ideas are abundant but the good ones are fleeting And I've heard whispers of muses kept in dark places But either mine is mute or I've gone hard of hearing I keep on drawing the same thing over and over again... And I think I've reached the end There's no hope for me, my friends I think I've gone and fucked it up again I keep on drawing the same thing over and over again... And I think I've reached the end There's no hope for me, my friends Yeah, I keep drawing the same thing all over again

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released September 3, 2013

All songs by Hawkins & Stone.

Brian 'the Brayer' Hawkins is responsible for: piano, guitar, washboard, scraping and burnishing, and playing the aquatint box. He also sings on tracks 1,3,4,7,8,9,11, and 12.

Greg 'the Litho' Stone is responsible for: more guitars, harmonica, levigating, paper tearing, inking, cleaning, screenprinting, and playing the drying racks. He also sings on tracks 2, 5, 6, 10, and 12.

Mr. Clinton Rogers played the double bass on tracks 4 and 7 and lent his voice along with Mr. Steven Prochyra and the once fiery but now ghastly silent Mr. Paul Keefe to "Once This Ghost Is Gone."

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