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Back in the Saddle of a Fever Dream

by Western Terrestrials

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moonconjunctneptune If you like Commander Cody, The Mavericks or the New Riders of the Purple Sage you will like this band. A very unique
distinctive sound old school country music with traces of psychedelia and bar room blues. It leaves you with a smile and wanting
more. Joe

Favorite track: Space Cowboy's Got the Blues.
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LVIV Warm, caustic, hearttelt and hilarious - listening to this album planted a huge smile on my face that lasted all day - awesome tunes! Favorite track: Space Coyote Dub (feat. Urian Hackney).
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Space Cowboy’s Got the Blues I stand by the highway and watch the passing cars I wonder where they’re going and I wonder how far Some heading north, some heading south Either way they’re moving out... From my back yard I can hear them big rigs whine Diesel trucks on highway 89 I hear an old coyote who howls at the moon This Space cowboy’s got the blues I stare at the skies, watching out for UFOs Starry nights, and it’s cold down here below Winters bone crackles like an avalanche Radio static, and I’m back here on the ranch Shooting stars and satellites Saturn’s rings and a comet’s ice Time is a flat circle, and my time on the carousel is due Waiting gives space cowboys the blues I’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe Marfa, Mars and Mercury Instagram likes bounced off satellites Old photographs of dying light, All these moments lost in time like teardrops in the rain, not even memories remain I see the blue in the water of the rivers and streams And I’m back in the saddle of a fever dream I look down at the people and their interstates I’m landlocked here light years away When that cosmic wind starts whipping across the astral plains ET can’t phone home from the range Like an old coyote howlin’ at the moon Yeah, This space cowboys get the blues
2.
Who’s Gonna Fill These Boots My old man sang me cowboy lullabies. About the towns of West Texas and ghost riders in the sky He taught me how to wind a Telecaster string up right He casts a long shadow every night Mamma cried and clutched her rosary beads Tried to pray the highway out of me At 16 years old I played my first shows on the road Brought home a blue rose from Texas where the tattoo tore a hole Who’s gonna fill these boots? Walk a country mile in ‘em, and be the living proof? Who’s gonna fill these boots? All these years I’ve rambled, round this world, trying to shake my reputation as daddy’s little girl Whiskey stained glasses and angels clipped of wings. Tarnished halos, golden rings Sometimes I wonder. Who’s gonna fill these boots? Walk a country mile in ‘em, and be the living proof? Who’s gonna fill these boots? I’ve been down so many roads, others chose for me. And left me lying in the ditch. Played roles that didn’t suit me, tried on clothes that didn’t fit But this skin I’m living in, I’m finally happy in it The highway feels alive after last night’s set. Ears pounding, body aching, soaked in cooling sweat. The ember from my cigarette drifts off in the breeze. I am where I’m meant to be. Sometimes I wonder. Who’s gonna fill these boots? Walk a country mile in ‘em, and be the living proof? Who’s gonna fill these boots?
3.
Roger Miller Time I hate admitting, I like listening, to George Jones alone But the wear and tear in them records is starting to show and she knows I can play the possum everyday and she don't really mind But she gets concerned when it's Roger Miller time She knows there must be something wrong If I'm up singing Dang Me all night long And chug a lug at the break of dawn My baby hates when I play Roger Miller songs My liver's licked, my kidneys are stoned I've got breaded fingers and battered bones I like my brisket smoked and my chicken fried. My uncle used to love me but she died…. And I like Roger Miller Time Some nights I feel fit to be tied. I start playing King of the Road and Engine Number Sometimes I can't remember the words that rhyme. All bets are off when it's Roger Miller The first word in lonesome is one, My pappy was a pistol I'm a son of a gun You can't roller skate in a buffalo herd, but you can do Whack do whacka do and baby I love you When he starts singing about husbands and wives. It always brings a tear to my eye I remember that the grass aint greener on the other side I never loved you better than Roger Miller time
4.
Ethan Alien Betty and Barney Hill went out driving one looking for a thrill When down from the sky swept a big ol ufo Though they found it all quite stunning, truth is it’s been a long time coming Aliens have been round here for years, or so the story goes   Ethan Allen was an alien Him and all the other little green mountain men Founded a state of being for outlaws just like them Ethan Allen was an alien   And if you want to believe We’ve got cider, skis and did I mention weed? The finest cheese this side of the moon Hops for days and IPAs Best in the Milky Way And UFO beers brewed by Harpoon   Ethan Allen was an alien...   You can’t take the green out of these mountains, or the ET out of Ethan Allen Can’t take Champy out of the Vermontster lake It was immigrants from outer space Helped to make this country great Let me tell you ‘bout some other ETs in my home state   Ben and Jerry, Snowflake Bentley... Ethan alien Neko Case and a Band Called Death Randy Quaid, Luis Guzman. Fred Tuttle he’s an Ethan Alien, The Dos Equis beer guy.. He’s the most interesting man in this world. but in the entire universe he only ranks 27. Still pretty good Chester Arthur and Calvin Coolidge not so much, but Bernie Sanders, he’s a hardcore Ethan alien   Rose’s are red and time’s a flat circle Sugar is sweet and so’s Vermont maple syruple So be good to each other and treat strangers like friends In the parts of the galaxy where we came from Visitors are always welcome And from outer space, y’all are all aliens   Ethan Allen was an alien….
5.
King’s Highway I woke last night from a fever dream, sweat was pouring down in streams I couldn’t rest, I couldn’t sleep ‘til dawn My mother’s house was burning down, ashes falling all around I heard your voice then your voice was gone When that axe comes down, your heart will be the only sound Beating in my ears as I pass on There’s no place in Heaven or Hell, for lovers like ourselves, Darling I can feel it’s coming soon It’s a cold wind that blows on a bitter man, hardens his heart like his calloused hands. It steals the life out of every breath he takes I don’t care what other people say, I’m gonna love you just any old way And I’ll take that walk down the King’s Highway And when the Armageddon comes, you and I will be the only ones, Walking through these streets when the Kingdom comes, There’s no place in Heaven or Hell, for lovers like ourselves, Darling I can feel it’s coming soon And we’ll walk through these streets of fire, fueled by wild desire, And burning love in this ghost town of a world In these end of times, we’ll be all that’s left behind You wrapped your legs around me, and the Rapture’s here
6.
I Need You 03:53
I Need You I need you like a dog needs a collar. A down and out drunk needs a dollar Baby, I... I need you I need you like a biscuit needs gravy. Janis needs her Mercedes Bendz, Baby, I... I need you I need you that’s the gods honest truth. I couldn’t make it out there on the loose In the wild, I wouldn’t survive Truth is I’d be a goner. That’s a fact, scout’s honor Baby I... I need you I need you like whiskey needs a chaser, Rolling tobacco needs a paper Baby, I... i need you I need you like a Mustang needs breaking. A throttle needs a governor, a dish needs chafing... baby I need you And if the devils at our door Tell him this, and nothing more I am yours, I am yours, I am yours I need you like a Hammond B3 needs a Leslie. Princess buttercup and Weslie Johnny needs June, and Baby, I... I. need you I need you like a steer needs lasso. Marty Robbins, Felina and the town of El Paso You’re the one. Baby, I need you
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Fix This Broken Heart “There’s some kinds of damage a man can’t walk away from...” my friend Steve said the to me, shortly before he passed away. True story We always called him Saab Steve, cause he fixed up old cars, in between sad stories and trips to the bar. And if we didn’t have the cash he’d say “don’t worry. Pay me later.” True story “I‘ve worked on some reall fixer uppers. Motors are rough but humans are tougher. I can fix a muffler or a cracked oil pan.” bad engine parts, I understand.” They say a broken clock’s right twice a day You can get the hands back turning, but the moment’s slipped away By the time you hear the thunder, lighting’s torn the sky apart Time can mend so many things, but it can’t fix this broken heart Some night when it’s all too much to take I go out driving down by the lake I go around in circles draining the gas tank But free fav As long as the wheels are turning I feel safe “Babe you picked a winning horse in me.. I promised that so many times, I almost believed But i didn’t show or place, I barely showed up for the race Now I’m stuck here spinning wheels eternally That railroad truss where we scrawled our names that day Had turned to rust and the pant faded away Creosote and smoke mingled in the air It was only for a moment... you were there
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about

“My song “Skin” is about me stepping into my own as a musician, so it touched me when I found out Western Terrestrials were inspired enough by my journey to write a song about it, ‘Who’s Gonna Fill These Boots.’ We had a whole ball of fun recording it together.”
—Georgette Jones

“Working with the Western Terrestrials was a great experience. They have a reverence for the history of country music while keeping a slanted eye on its future. They have a quirky sensibility with a dead serious groove underneath. A lot of great country music was built on humor and sadness, both. The Western Terrestrials do a great job of balancing across that line.
— Dean Miller 

Conjuring up sweeping panoramas of dusty astral plains and the allure of whiskey-laden honky tonks, Western Terrestrials are the kind of wry, unconventional outsiders country music could get used to. In their latest release, Back in the Saddle of a Fever Dream, the Vermont-based group accomplishes a tricky feat: threading the needle between paying homage to classic country, and forging their own brand of unapologetic, hard-driving cosmic American music.

Only Western Terrestrials could mingle references to Blade Runner, Armageddon, and the leader of the Green Mountain Boys with the bonafide twang of country guitar and sway of pedal steel and make it work. Their love of country tradition is real and deep, with hints of their heroes Roger Miller, George Jones and Waylon Jennings. Yet Western Terrestrials’ take on country music is deliberately left of center, more in line with alt-country troublemakers like JP Harris and Sarah Shook & The Disarmers. The sounds of gospel, cowpunk and rock n roll meld in happily defiant cohabitation alongside true country grit.

“On our last album we were kind of deliberately antagonizing Nashville a bit,” says singer and guitarist Nick Charyk. “This time we wanted to consciously show how we’re rooted in country tradition, while getting more complex with our sound.”

The story of how the album came together takes a page out of the Western Terrestrials own playbook: a little unexpected, a little stranger than fiction, but totally welcome. It involves Dean Miller (son of Roger Miller) reaching out to produce five songs, Georgette Jones (daughter of George Jones and Tammy Wynette) joining to sing a duet, Ketch Secor (Old Crow Medicine Show) requesting they write a song about an alien, and a surreal trip along an apocalyptic highway.

Charyk remembers meeting Miller and Jones after Miller invited the boys down to Nashville from Vermont to record a few songs at Omnisound Studios on Music Row. “It was kind of surreal, hearing them swap stories. We were in the presence of real country legends.” At one point, while Charyk and Jones were trying to nail down vocals for their duet, Charyk apologized for his weird phrasing. “Georgette looked at me and said, ‘Let me tell you what, the weirdest phrasing I ever heard was my Dad.’ You can’t make this stuff up.”

Western Terrestrials are Charyk, bassist Jason Pappas, drummer Jared Croteau, keyboardist Alex Kelley, and Asa Brosius on pedal steel. Four of the nine songs were laid down at the historic Cinderella Sound Studios with Wayne Moss, who recorded their debut album, The Clearlake Conspiracy.

Like a North Woods Bruce Springsteen, Charyk’s voice doesn’t conform to a single genre. It’s the secret weapon that allows the Western Terrestrials to pull off a startling variety of songs. Ranging from apocalyptic rockers (“King’s Highway”), gospel swayers (“Who’s Gonna Fill These Boots”) to leisurely country waltzes (“Fix This Broken Heart”), Charyk’s uniquely vulnerable waver is the thread that ties it all together.

The album’s lyrics are also wide-ranging, exploring emotions like loneliness, paranoia, and complicated love. On “Space Cowboys Got the Blues” Charyk lopes through a thunderous western about the loneliness of a lost connection, or maybe one you never had at all. The theme of embracing strangeness in all its glory is present in “Ethan Allen was an Alien,” the song Ketch Secor commissioned. “He just contacted us one day with this wild idea for a song,” Charyk says. “Maybe it was because we’re from Vermont, but I jumped at the chance. We ended up with a song about (Vermont hero) Ethan Allen being an alien.” Secor also contributes harmonica and vocals to the recording.

Ultimately, Back in the Saddle of a Fever Dream is about acceptance. Of yourself, of others, and of the life you live. Pappas puts it this way: “When you look at things from outer space, we’ve all got more in common than some of us humans care to admit.”

And as Charyk sings on “Who’s Gonna Fill These Boots,”

“I played roles that didn't suit me, tried on clothes that didn't fit
This skin that I've been living in... I'm finally happy in it”

credits

released July 4, 2020

Recorded in Nashville, TN. March, 2020
Western Terrestrials are:
Nick Charyk – Vocals and Guitar
Jared Croteau – Drums
Jason Pappas – Bass
Alex Kelley – Keys and Vocals

Featuring:
Asa Brosius – Pedal Steel Guitar, Tracks 1-7 and 9
Chris Billiau – Electric Guitar, Tracks 1 and 7

With Very Special Guests:
Ketch Secor – Co-writer, Vocals, and Harmonica on Track 4
Georgette Jones – Vocals Track 4
Dean Miller – Producer Tracks 2,3,5 and 8. Vocals on Track 3

Tracks 1, 4, 6, 7, and 9 Recorded at Cinderella Sound. Nashville, TN. Robert Lucas, Sound Engineer.
Tracks 2, 3, 5, and 8 Recorded at OminSound Studios. Nashville, TN. Rory Roistas, Sound and Mixing Engineer

Tracks 1, 4, 6, and 7 Mixed by Vincent Freeman at The Underground
Track 9 Mixex by Urian Hackney at The Box
Tracks 1, 4, 6, 7, and 9 Mastered by Alex McCullough at True East Mastering
Tracks 2,3,5 and 8 Mastered by Jim DeMain at Yes Master Studios

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Conjuring up sweeping panoramas of dusty astral plains and the allure of whiskey-laden honky tonks, Western Terrestrials are the kind of wry, unconventional outsiders country music could get used to. The Vermont-based group accomplishes a tricky feat: threading the needle between paying homage to classic country, and forging their own brand of unapologetic, hard-driving cosmic American music. ... more

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