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Biscuits & Gravity

by Scott Hrabko & The Rabbits

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Died and Gone to Heaven © 2015, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP) Oh, little queen of diamonds Beneath the sodium lights Chimes in the wind and the whispering gin It was gonna be a beautiful night My whole life passed before me Like a heartbeat in the sky I think I must've died and gone to heaven Now, it ain't hard to understand Any fool could see So many boys want to be your man Now you aim those eyes at me The light of day's a kiss away for all eternity I think I must've died and gone to heaven I think I must've died a thousand times Stepped right up to that dark and dreadful line Oh, good lovin' It'll bring you back to life I'm still high from the other night All the way down to my shoes She had the answer to the question What have we got to lose On the last legs of a weary waltz Her heartbeat sweating on through I think I must've died and gone to heaven I think I must've died a thousand times Stepped right up to that lost and lonely line Oh, good loving It's gonna change your mind overnight Well, a lonesome load of laundry An abandoned band of gold All that rolling and tumbling It was getting kind of old She picked me up and dusted me off Lo and behold I think I must've died and gone to heaven I think I must've died and gone to heaven I think I must've died and gone to heaven
Lorraine 04:54
Lorraine © 2015, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP) Telephone lines on a silver tone sky In the small town glare Time stands still as you roll on by Through the weird in the air Tilting at landfills, dead dogs and Walkmen And bygones be gone Every last friend scattered to the wind Howl on, howl on Howl on, howl on, howl on! I loved her laugh, she held nothing back She laid it all on the line It lingered in the air long after she'd gone And traveled on down my spine Come to the phone, the receiver is warm And your love's a world away You're digging yourself a deeper hole With every word you say Let her love letters flutter To the gutters of memory lane Now, I've been known to ramble But it's always back to Lorraine Here comes the past, she's all dressed in black For once she ain't fooling around She'd get on my bad side and go for a joyride What are we doing uptown? Trying to get dressed in the darkness And head on out to the cold Down the arthritic alleys and shortcuts to God only knows {Repeat Chorus} Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine I'm drinking deep of sweet disbelief To a drunkard's lullaby Wishing I had a little something Baby, to remember you by Run out the clock on a beautiful day Don't tell me it's Saturday night And somebody, somewhere is having The time of their life {Repeat Chorus} Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine I may go down swinging but I'll be singing the same refrain Lorraine, Lorraine, it's always back to Lorraine
Ordinary Guy 05:17
Ordinary Guy © 2015, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP) Midnight creepin' Puerto Rican Second story moan Neon halos of moths and mosquitos And I can't find my way home A broken windshield in the moonlight A high and lonesome alarm A girl in curlers with a bread knife Come on and be my good luck charm It's down to coffee spody-ody Biscuits and gravity Pickled ambition and liquored up fiction And time lapse pornography Oh, the birds are irritating At this hour of the day And the garbage men are taking My weekend away Rivers run dry when I walk by Birds fly away and babies cry Cookies crumble and milk expires I can't begin to tell you why I'm just an ordinary guy Backwater flotsam, long gone, forgotten Looking for an ear to bend You'll rue the day you ever got me to talking 'Cause the monologue will never end Smoking your last one down to the cotton And laughing through the rattling phlegm Your horse is high, but you can't get off It's a long way down, my friend Rivers run dry when I walk by Birds fly away and babies cry Good times, they just pass me by I can't begin to tell you why I'm just an ordinary guy
I Dreamed I Quit My Job © 2015, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP) Oh, the work is steady, like erosion Washing my dreams away Standing on a crumbling levee Wondering if today's the day Risking life and liver on that great, greasy river Tumbling down to the sea Down that primrose path where a black cat shat My penalty's waiting for me I dreamed I quit my job I dream all the time It don't cost a dime I dreamed I quit my job We got an attitude at the counter And a line going out the door Cleanup in aisle 11 No one to mind the store A balled-up apron in the dumpster Out by the loading dock With a new name tag and a brown paper bag I can't seem to kick the clock {Repeat Chorus} Oh, the bar is so dark in the afternoon And the old farts linger too long Over empties in hard boiled exile And a dumped over ashtray of song Now, I don't need the Eagles Telling me to take it easy A bird of prey on the back of a dollar bill We've got a drawer full of old, rotten rubber bands And fortune cookie dust And the personal belongings of a number of ex-employees Eldorado or bust We've got break room dreamers and non-dairy creamers A crummy little speaker on the wall Feel free to freak when the frequency peaks And the angels return your call They say ... Ooooooooooooooooooo Go on, now, quit your job What are you going to do now? What are you going to do now? What are you going to do now? I don't know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know.
(Son of) The Valley of the Blues © 2015, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP) Johnny IOU and the Terrible Two Picking on a helpless guitar Fallen leaves and antifreeze As close as we got to the stars Stay out all night, running red lights In a fever of failure of nerve The moon turned blue as an amplifier tube And the wind kicks up the dirge La-la-la-la, la-la-la Electrical fences from Wentzville to Memphis Arkansas, I hear you moan The hell hounds of paranoia Throw 'em a bone It's you again, in the yellow mirror Of a burned out, breathless john A miserable mop head slops away To that old plantation song Oh, mama -- Try not to come unglued Walking through the bottomless shadows In the valley of the blues Deep in the black heart of Texas Where nobody knows my name But the ghosts of oil well wishers On that long gone glory train I follow the lonesome tail lights Into the mystery Oh, my lucky stars Seems like you're avoiding me Tried to get out of nowhere A stranger, just like you Walking through the bottomless shadows In the valley of the blues The valley of the ...
Donnez Moi 04:32
Donnez Moi © 2015, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP) "Quatre!" Donnez moi, donnez moi, Donnez moi tout le monde Donnez moi, donnez moi Well, I ain't got no distractions You could say I'm being good But sometimes I feel like John the Baptist Screaming in the woods If some Salome comes looking Honey, you know I'll keep my head But I mostly deal with boredom Way over on the cool side of the bed {Repetez Chorus} I had a good girl from the badlands For to keep me in my lane From the wild, unanswered prairies To the dull and aching plains 'Round Cat Scratch, Saskatchewan I guess I let her slip away Well, she run off with some madman John the Baptist was his name {Repetez Chorus} I awaken, aching in her absence Sentimentally ill Roll out of bed in a great deal of dread Baby, you know the drill Was it the muse or the turpentine fumes Give me such a thrill? I tried to paint her from memory But she just won't sit still {Repetez Chorus} "Allez!"
Don't Be True © 2015, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP) Like a necklace of diamonds The headlights are shining But there ain't no lights on at home Ain't it hard when you realize Baby, you're on your own Oh, the walls of a sin And her clothes closing in And the daddy done moved along By the oil stain in the parking place You could see that he'd been there and gone Don't be true to a heart that's cruel Don't believe it's the best you can do Break away -- honey, I'd do it for you Now the palace has gone to seed In the kingdom without Something's come over her majesty She's having your doubts You just keep asking for favors But heaven's had enough 'We want you to know Your call is important to us' {Repeat Chorus} Darkness wins, the game is rigged Sometimes it feels that way But honey, don't you listen To a word I say
California Got My Baby © 2015, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP) Cracked up like the sidewalk Spanish static in the air Drunken American laughter I never dreamed I'd find you there There ain't nothing shaking But the leaves on the trees The last time I saw you, baby You belonged to me Cashing my quarters in a town on the border As ugly as an old rock star In a Santa Anna sand blasted Rambler I never dreamed we'd get this far My shadow and I by the idiot light Driving all night back to you A ball of fire in the rear view mirror All the towns that wouldn't do But I've got red wine at bedtime To keep me company California got my baby And the lonesome blues got me Now she's married, just barely Hanging on by a thread She'd laugh whenever I'd tell her Our best days are just ahead She said, "I love you, baby, But I'd better get off the phone. It's Saturday night, the lights are bright You ought to find a thrill of your own" Oh, the western wind is laughing last Rolling in from the sea California got my baby And the lonesome blues got me Oh the lonesome blues got me Yeah, the lonesome blues got me Yodelayhee-hee, hee-hee
Somebody Else's Sunshine © 2015, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP) You're somebody else's sunshine now I thought you were mine Thought our love would be the light of day Till the end of time Now the bluebird sings her heart out In some other sky You're somebody else's sunshine now I thought you were mine We used to lay down in the lavender Out behind the old, forbidden mill And you'd whisper that you'd be my little baby Till the day the earth stood still But the world just keeps turning And you're nowhere to be found You're somebody else's sunshine, now There's darkness all around {Repeat Chorus} Now the birds up in the trees They gang up on me in song Said, 'It's only your imagination. She could never do you wrong.' Oh, but they were only mocking birds I don't believe a word A word that I heard I've got my very own personal raincloud Hanging over me Just a sad, old shadow Where the sun used to be And I try not to take it So personally Living day after day in this same gray misery {Repeat Chorus}
O My Stars 03:11
O, My Stars (By Michael Hurley) Kiss me once, oh, kiss me twice Give me a taste of paradise I don't need the blues always on my shoulder They give me a cold feeling Getting colder O, my stars how you undo me O, my stars O, my stars You undo me The sun's going down and the sky different colors Mama run and see the different hues I feel alright but these times are bad Mama run here, help me with these blues {Repeat Chorus} You see that spider going up the wall? He going up there to get his ashes hauled He taking that trip along the mighty top He learning them ladies the old spider rock {Repeat Chorus}


Hrabko's second laser-kissed slab of plastic in just over a year, following Gone Places, this time with his heavenly backing band, The Rabbits on board.


released January 24, 2015

All songs © 2015, Scott Hrabko
Except (10), Michael Hurley (Bug Music)

SH - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar (6,7), Keyboards, Percussion
Josh Arnold - Bass, Harmony Vocals
Emily Tummons - Harmony Vocals, Accordion, Ukulele

Rabbit Emeritus: Kirk Scott - Lead Guitar (1-6,9-10)
Tim Higgins - Drums (4,6,7)
Brian Morahan - Drums (8)
Jason Beers - Banjo, Saw (8)
Deni McHenry - Harmony Vocals (8)
Rachel Arato-Hrabko & Sam Hrabko - Greek Chorus (4)

Recorded by SH, Kansas City, MO, USA - February - September, 2014
Mastered by Jon Tidey at Epic Sounds, Vancouver, BC, Canada


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Scott Hrabko Kansas City, Missouri

Kansas City's Scott Hrabko is an independent singer/songwriter who has followed his own restless, shape-shifting muse since the town's late-80s indie rock scene.

“Hrabko’s rootsy songs are filled with trap doors, hidden nooks, and secret passageways. They’re like those dreams within comfortably familiar houses that suddenly have brand new rooms.”
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