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Splinter Fish - July

Studio RecordingsEdit

July (Pre-Mix) - 4:12 - From the pre-production tape made in the fall of 1988. This is the stereo mix dubbed from the original 4-track cassette soon after recording.
July (Pre-Mix)
July (Pre-4) - 4:10 - This is the mix made from the original deteriorating 4-track cassette.
July (Pre-4)
July - 4:08 - The studio version off of the LP and cassette release of the Splinter Fish debut album.
July

Live RecordingsEdit

July 890123 - 4:16 - Recorded at The Bird on Gibson in Albuquerque, NM on January 23, 1989.
July 890123
July 890128 - 4:10 - Recorded at New Mexico Tech in Socorro, NM on January 28, 1989.
July 890128
July 910228 - 4:07 - Recorded at the final show at The Fat Chance Bar & Grill in Albuquerque, NM on February 28, 1991.
July 910228

LyricsEdit

will all the papers blow away
and drag her face from the mirror
will july come into the house
if the relatives hear her
inlaws or outlaws
they've driven her mad
on several occasions
she's borne all the abraisions

waiting for the farmer's son to say let's run
hoping that the dust won't cover all the work she's done
digging through a pile of clothes to find that dress
throwing out the things that will not fit into her chest

breaking out the pictures of that day
wondering out loud how it ever got away
how she was betrayed

summer child with her father
feels so betrayed by the others
wind's so dry in the summer
it drags the tolerance from her
will all the papers blow away
and drag her face from the mirror
will july come into the house
if the relatives hear her

waiting for the farmer's son to say let's run
hoping that the dust won't dry out all the work she's done
digging through a pile of clothes to find that dress
throwing out the things that will not fit into her chest

breaking out the pictures of that day
wondering out loud how i've got the nerve to say...

your house
look at your house
look at your trees
water your trees
let them grow
let yourself grow

but your house
look at your house
look at your trees
water your trees
let them grow
let yourself grow
let them grow
let yourself grow


© 1988 Chuck Hawley