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about

EXPO is...John Lane & Christian Lipski
with guest: Sean McCahill on 4 songs*

Enjoy the video for "Dreaming of Bears" at www.youtube.com/watch?v=SpG0G2ynTV4

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released October 20, 2011

recorded between October 2009 and May 2011 in Baltimore & Portland (OR).

Lane: vocals lead & back-up, keyboards, some bass, brass/string sounds, light percussion, & drums ("The Worst Is Over")
Lipski: vocals lead & back-up, guitars, ukulele, banjo, bass, keyboard, light percussion, and cracking marching-band snare on the intro to "The Swear Jar".

*chief production/guitars on "The Worst Is Over", "The Swear Jar", "Canoe Sinking Canoe", and "Axehandle Hound" (backup vocals on "Hound")

Mastered by Jimmy Ether (jimmyether.com/about/)
Produced by J. Lane, C. Lipski, and S. McCahill.

John thanks:
Henri & Emilie for being Love itself.
Christian Lipski for being all The Beatles rolled into one;
Mathew Lane, Ryan Williams, Tilt Araiza, Cathrin Haller, Joseph Hamilton, Rob Gibson (Mister Fusty), Sean McCahill, Mary Edwards, Eric Warncke, Arnd Zeigler, John Furst, Joe McCahill, & Paul Casey

Christian thanks:
Deborah Lipski for loving support.
David Robert Jones, Mark Feld, Don Van de Velde and Greg Rybarski for inspiration.
John Lane for being the driving force.


Somebody somewhere uses Zildjian cymbals.


Cover illustration/design by Tilt Araiza

find us also at:
www.facebook.com/pages/EXPO/122472697763151

Turtles All The Way Down (video):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gr4E-D85lmo

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Track Name: John Jones' (Last) Dollar
If I had a dime,
for every dime I've lost;
If I had a ring,
for every time I tossed aside your sweet love,
well, I'd be richer by far, oh oh...

If I had a chance,
for every second chance;
And if I looked around
at each missed dance -
where is our sweet love?
well, I've been missing your arms, oh oh...

John Jones!
C'mere, spend your last dollar on a movie of your life.
No, sir!
I best keep on crawling to the doghouse that I left behind.
[chorus repeats]
Track Name: Dreaming of Bears
Now they're moving through the hedgerows,
they're coming through the front door,
right in step, you bet.
So they just want all your honey -
they don't want none o' your money -
so cough it up right now.

Through the Parks and Rec,
in the Warden's desk,
gave me quite a scare -
these unholy bears.
With their winning grins
and their fuzzy chins,
gave me quite a scare -
these unholy bears.

Now they're playing grizzly poker.
The cubby hides the joker,
so ante up right now.
Soon will be the break of morning,
the bears they will be running
for the trees, you'll see.

Through the Parks and Rec,
in the Warden's desk,
gave me quite a scare -
these unholy bears.
With their winning grins
and their fuzzy chins,
gave me quite a scare -
these unholy bears.
Track Name: Canoe Sinking Canoe
Canoe Sinking Canoe...

Built a boat out of lace and smoke
but the holes wouldn't carry me to shore.
Met a mermaid at the bottom of the sea;
she wouldn't talk - she was such a bore.

Raise the anchor and set sail again.
Take the current where you will.
Captain's looking for land in sight,
but you know he never will.

Canoe Sinking Canoe...

In the meantime, on the other shore,
the widow writes his name.
Underwater the captain lies
'cause he swore he'd take the blame.
Track Name: The Dixie Flatline
...Dixie Flatline...

And the train left town without a sound
they were set free.
And the hobo laughed next to the bags,
"This is a spree!"

You take the skinny one, and I'll take the fat one.
...Dixie Flatline...

Put up your hands; this is the plan-
act naturally.
Give me your purse; give 'til it hurts -
this was meant to be.

You take the skinny one and I'll take the fat one.
I'll take the billy club, and you take the hand gun.
We can see this through.
We're professional, too.
...Dixie Flatline...

What have we here?
It's the mayor, my dear, and his entourage!
With a button bright, all through the night,
red white and camouflage!

He ain't no Caesar. He ain't no Billy The Kid.
...(Dixie Flatline)...

I'm running through the bar to the Pullman car
taking what I please.
And the private-eye fears he's gonna die,
dropping to his knees.

You've got the big plan,
and I'll be your confidence man.
...Dixie Flatline...

You've got the big plan,
and I'll be your confidence man.
No Butch and Sundance,
but we do the best that we can.

The conductor's brave, but he cannot save
what I've come to see.
In the iron chest, greenbacks laid to rest
just for you and me.

Jump to the landscape!
We'll make our get-away!
...Dixie Flatline...

We raise a cheer for the engineer
as he speeds away.
With our haul we ride to the fireside
at Manzanillo Bay.

Farewell, the skinny one!
Farewell, the fat one!
...Dixie Flatline...
Track Name: Turtles All The Way Down
Someone ask you what you believe?
You say, "Turtles all the way down".
Some ask you for the time of day?
You say, "Turtles all the way down".

All the way up,
All the way down,
Can you find how many turtles now
will fit inside the ground?

Someone ask you for the funny smoke?
You say, "Turtles all the way down".
Someone ask if you believe in ghosts?
You say, "Turtles all the way down".

All the way down,
All the way up,
Can you find how many turtles now
will fit inside my cup?

Someone ask you to hold your hand?
Turtles all the way down.
Someone want to eat the fat of the land?
Turtles all the way down.

All the way up,
All the way down,
Can you find how many turtles will come home
after the town?
Track Name: Axehandle Hound
Axehandle Hound comes walkin' through the door
says to his wife "Won't see you anymore!"
Goodbye, little lady.
Goodbye, my friend.
I'm takin' my tools,
you'll never see me again.

Banjaxed and creamcorned, keeping to himself,
puts all his thoughts on the very top shelf.
Goodbye, my lady.
Goodbye, my friend.
I'm takin' my tools,
I won't ever see you again.

Rock, scissors, paper, you used to be my stone;
I'm sittin' searching, searching all alone -
Goodbye, my lady,
Hello,new friend!
This Axehandle Hound, he ain't got no more money to spend.

Bye-bye! Bye-bye! So long, farewell!
Goodbye, my love - hoohoo! so long, my friend!
Track Name: The Swear Jar
No minor miracle,
don't feel so criminal,
the words are strong
but the wings still belong.

You want an answer.
Forget the question.

Blow your trumpet, humble child!
You'll be heard for a country mile.
Tip the swear jar on your way out.
Fortune-hunters disappear in doubt.

I'll give you good advice,
sage soup for appetites.
And in return,
there's a lot left to learn.

Why does the sea run
up to the seashore?

Blow your trumpet, humble child!
You'll be heard for a country mile.
Tip the swear jar on your way out.
Fortune-hunters disappear in doubt.
Track Name: Your Father's Son
The only prize,
the only consolation:
you are your father's son.

I only came
to make some conversation,
but now the deal is done.

Take up your hammer
and build something new
out of the ashes you knew.
Come to the sunshine,
draw back the blind,
greet all the good things in time.

Fold your hands
in quiet contemplation.
You are your father's son.

I built it up
and now commiseration.
Oh, what have you done?

Move from the shadows,
open your eyes,
there stands your loved one tonight.
Stung by the teardrops,
mocked by the moon,
she's got the key to this room.

The only prize,
the only consolation:
you are your father's son.
Track Name: The Fall of Tamale
Another tumbleweed departing/without a farewell
The empty buildings filled with stories, that they'll never tell.

Who will save us
in good time?

La Caida del Tamale/Fall of Tamale

(dimitta nobis debita nostra) *forgive us our debts

They dipped their cups into the fountain/until it ran dry
And when la lana left without us/we watched our town die *(mexican slang for money, "dough")

Who will save us
in good time?

La Caida del Tamale/Fall of Tamale

(ex toto corde poenitet me) *with all my heart I repent

And now it all comes down to you.
You had to blow it like a fool.
And your maw, she still knows best.
She just don't like the way you're dressed.

Our golden fantasies of power/inflamed our desire
And saw our families, god and friendships/consumed in the fire.

No more candles,
no more prayers.

Donde esta mi ciudad?

(requiem aeternam dona nobis) *give us eternal rest

Left empty-souled and empty-handed/our world fell apart
And here we linger in Tamale/a town with no heart.

Don't cry for history.
Just close your eyes.

Donde esta mi ciudad?
Donde esta mi ciudad?

(te absolvo peccatis tuis) *I absolve you of your sins
Track Name: The Worst Is Over
The worst is over.
We said everything that needs to be said.
Now it's all clover;
I think I'll take this path instead.

Hey! Here comes sunshine!
I'll take those smiles and I don't mind.
Lose the umbrella,
we're stepping out into a different time.

Look! There's the postman -
perfumed letters in his mailbag!
So I'll sit quietly -
with news from you
there's no need to be sad.

The sun keeps raining in my head,
the sun keeps raining on my head,
...
Track Name: The Worst Is Over (bonus)
The worst is over.
We said everything that needs to be said.
Now it's all clover;
I think I'll take this path instead.

Hey! Here comes sunshine!
I'll take those smiles and I don't mind.
Lose the umbrella,
we're stepping out into a different time.

Look! There's the postman -
perfumed letters in his mailbag!
So I'll sit quietly -
with news from you
there's no need to be sad.

The sun keeps raining in my head,
the sun keeps raining on my head,
...
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