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We Can Do Anything

by The Gated Community

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You got two left feet to begin with and you ain't no good to sin with I believe, lordy mama, (You) got the gait of a llama I'll be leavin' Yokohama Give me back the old Obama Tell me, how long do I have to wait? You got a head all full of ideas and you sing right through your careers I believe, honey honey, that you work like a bunny Are you makin' lots of money, or is something kind of funny? Tell me, how long do I have to play? I got news I got news I got news I got news I got news for you baby You don't drive me crazy, but I'll never dance I'll never dance I'll never dance with you again You got an ear that drops a mouthful and you say you can't hear, but it's doubtful I believe, honey baby that a "no" ain't a "maybe" Are you pullin' something shady when you're talkin' to a lady? Tell me, how long do I have to stay? Well, she'll never dance she'll never dance with another Why take a chance when you can't advance past my mother? You're a no good, three-time loser You're pot-callin'-kettle accuser I believe what you're missin' is a mouth good for kissin' You insist on goin' fishin' so you best a-keep a-wishin' Tell me, how much do I have to pay?
3.
Was one of those days The air was a haze and the tubas were blastin' my ears, buzzin' loud, loud; Loud was the sound all around the main stage The crowd was enraged, yes that's you, cuz, when the groupies are there, sayin', "Where, where, where is my Jimmy and his new band?" The clock's tickin' long Something is wrong, 'cause we go on when Jimmy's set is done Can we run, run, run things around and you let us go first? 'Cause what would be worse than a-playin' to a crowd that ain't there? Jimmy's hair, hair, hair is walkin' in and now they're jammin' for an hour and another and another... (Ooh, no, no, no!) Late in the night Nothin' is right and we're standin' finally on stage And there's none, none, none in the bar so we launch into "Hogs" "Can't wait to quit my job" When it's like this, I'd rather be in bed Think I'm dead, dead, dead, then a man hits the dance floor As soon as he came, we were pawns in the game of his new buzz Did not know his name, now we know he's the Devil in Zubaz Don't know who he was But just the two of us, we were makin' some strange energy Feel the vibe, vibe, vibe of his mind as he calls out for Elvis He's shakin' his pelvis He boogies with a gal by his side Let it ride, ride, ride and lose yer soul to the shuffle master As soon as he came, we were pawns in the game of his new buzz Did not know his name, now we know he's the Devil in Zubaz As soon as he came, we were pawns in the game of his new buzz Our misfortune, his fame, now we know he's the Devil in Zubaz
4.
I don't care if you go swallow your hair I don't mind if you treat me unkind I won't think and pour myself a drink 'Cause it's all too much for one more such and such It's like I told you, sweet Virginia It ain't good to live off the fat of the land I done told you, sweet Virginia Now don't you worry or give in to your man Now don't you know, it’s past time for to go If you leave, you gonna have to grieve Well I’m all wound up and drunk from the loving cup 'Cause this is one more end that’s comin' 'round the bend Well I'll say one thing, and you gonna have to hear it There's nothing left for peelin' back tonight 'Cause it's one cruel ring, but nobody made you wear it And it lasts a while when something ain't quite right
5.
Georgia 04:29
[Her] On a cold, country morning I was homesick, couldn't wait to get inside [Him] On a winter's day was runnin' from a place that held me closely in my mind [Both] Something in the air that was callin' us back from where we came [Her] And I knew once I returned I would stop cryin' and losin' hands in every game I was leavin' town tomorrow, when I heard that my momma had up and died I was headed to the depot, feelin' lonely and regretful, 'cause I'd lied Something in your eyes must have told me things are gonna turn okay And I knew the dark night would be especially clear and bright for all my days Oh, take a midnight train way down to Georgia
6.
Old gal she been fixin' to cry She got a crack in her heel, got a foot in her eye She says, "I'm crowded, oh Lord" Old gal she been waitin' to die Just a-sittin' around, and the plains go dry "I'm crowded, oh Lord" Old man has that shufflin' beat He been tumblin' down the side (of) the street He says, "I'm crowded, oh Lord" Old man he got nothin' to eat He still clappin' his hands—his hands, the feet He says, "I'm crowded, oh Lord" I'm crowded, move over I'm crowded, move over Move over! My hometown burned away Here tomorrow, gone today, (I) said, "I'm crowded, oh Lord" My hometown was burnin' red And dreams of Eden leave my head, said, "I'm crowded, oh Lord" Hurry on, they'll rob you of day Hurry on, they'll take you away Hurry on, they'll drive you astray Hurry on, to comfort and say Okay You came here with death in your head I listened no more to the things you said, said, "I'm crowded, oh Lord" You came here, my dyin' bed The lights are bright and the night was dead, said, "I'm crowded, oh Lord"
7.
Romance 04:06
She's a lovely girl And she's mad at him He's a lovely boy And she's mad at him You can see in her eyes From the things she says That he still don't know What bad he did 'Cause he moves a little bit slow He pours like grenadine She moves way too fast Drives eighty-five and lives a little bit mean Well they go to school And they play the part And she eased her cool As he tried to start But the engine light Did not come on Then it soon burned bright And it burned real long 'Cause he moves a little bit slow He pours like burgundy She moves way too fast Drives eighty-five and lives a little bit free Well they bought a house And they bought, bought a brand-new van But they still drive around In their old sedan Well they lived real long And they lived good And she still gets mad As well she should But he treats her right And he cools her down In the dark of night On the edge of town 'Cause he moves a little bit slow He pours like cremolade* She moves way too fast Drives eighty-five, and sits in the cool, cool shade * = somewhere between remoulade and cremolada
8.
I wanna get drunk tonight I wanna get in a barroom fight I wanna see the morning light from the bottom of a ditch on the side of the road I wanna wear a six-inch heel I wanna cop another feel I wanna make a strange backroom deal and peer inside the body bag, 'cause man ain't that a drag You, you got a dumb smile on your face Every other word seems mildly out of place I got a ticket for the train and I hope I never see you again I wanna get drunk tonight I wanna get zipped up real tight I wanna think not quite right And have my troubles burn up into flame I wanna wear fishnet lace I wanna find an unknown place I wanna be a big disgrace With my picture in a dirty mag, 'cause man ain't that a drag You, you were always a few steps behind You never seemed to have too much on your mind I slammed the door of my old car Cause you insist on going way too far I wanna get drunk tonight I wanna go where the lights are bright And be such an awful sight With everybody trying not to stare I wanna wear a see-through dress I wanna make an awful mess I wanna make you say, "I confess!" and wipe me down with a dirty rag, 'cause man ain't that a drag Baby, baby, ain't gonna be one more time Be all sprawled out at the scene of the crime Well, I see your face, but don't wanna hear you whine 'Cause I'm gonna keep that for mine, that's all mine, that's all mine, that's all mine I wanna get drunk tonight I wanna get in a barroom fight I wanna see the morning light From the bottom of a ditch on the side of the road I wanna wear a six-inch heel I wanna cop another feel I wanna make a strange backroom deal And slip inside that body bag, 'cause man ain't that a drag
9.
Don't try to be empty Don't try to be strong I'll make it better 'fore too long, 'fore too long Don't nurse all the bruises They're keeping you down They'll fade in the distance I'll be 'round, I'll be 'round Forget that they're sending You so far away I'll make this moment Last forever and a day, hey, hey 'Cause I will be I will be Be by your side Just cry like a baby The smoke in your eyes Will fall from your lashes To the skies, to the skies When somebody grabs you Is draggin' your arm You know I won’t hurt you Or do you harm, do you harm, harm, harm 'Cause I will be I will be Be by your side So don't, don't you So don't you Go run and hide We will be dancing With the stars So you don't have to Have to feel the scars
10.
Take me down to the rig I wanna be your oil man Take me down to the rig Just whenever you can Take me down to the dig I wanna be your dirt man Take me down to the dig Just whenever you can Wait a while, lay a mile of the pipe I didn't think that you were my type Going down hundred fifty below Pick and grin? Got to go... Take me down where I'm big I wanna be your Big Man Take me down where I'm big Just whenever you can
11.
Oh, no, no No, no, no It was twenty years ago today Was lookin' at the TV, and I heard the man say Said the frond-, plaster-palm-makin' factory It was gone Down to Juarez, then to Guangzhou Well, I was sittin' on my livin' room sofa Puttin' down some pills, and rollin' El Dopa, with soda Well, I ain't gonna whore on the factory floor no more in LA or Maricopa Hell, art is the only thing I got Now that the factory ain't here There ain't much left for a regular guy Guess I'll drink another beer I used to work all day 'til my hands were tired I wasn't thinkin' 'bout the job But my two-bit boss tried to get me fired, he said I was just a stinkin' slob But it don't matter much no more Well I told my wife I'd like to sing her a song She looked at me funny, then she said, "So long." She was tired of a man who was sittin' around at home While she was out workin' with the old folks Now I'm here in my house, I tried to mow my lawn It ain't quite the same, now my baby is gone And the check in the mail ain't coverin' much of my pain That old philosophy...
12.
This World 04:35
This world made a heart This world gave a start This world is so cold This world made me old, made me old I am not ashamed I am not belamed I am not afraid I am still unpaid, still unpaid This time won't be new This time won't be through This time gave me few This time is my due, is my due

about

We Can Do Anything is a slightly grittier, somewhat more earnest follow-up to the band’s first album, Power to My Friends (2010). The recording’s twelve tracks touch upon numerous themes, ranging from wage theft, unemployment, and the Occupy movement to surrealistic fantasies about Zubaz pants. Listen first to the taut but dreamlike “Georgia” (track 5), and then to the heartfelt political romance “(Don’t You) Go Run and Hide” (track 9) and “Take Me Down to the Rig” (track 10), an electric blues-band/honkytonk-style tribute to the late Levon Helm (inspired by his mid-1960s break from the Hawks’ tour with Bob Dylan to work on an oil rig). If you like what you hear, give the whole thing a spin.

Love and many thanks to Beth Hartman, the newest member of The Gated Community, for her critical ears and good taste during the mixing and mastering processes. And, thanks to Michael Gallope, Emily Lechner, Matthew McDonald, and Ryan Stokes for their very helpful feedback on earlier versions of the album.

The Gated Community is:
Sumanth Gopinath: lead and backing vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, electric bass
Katie Williams: lead and backing vocals
Scott Williams: backing vocals, acoustic guitar, mandolin
Teresa Gowan: fiddle
Rosie Harris: lead vocals, banjo, cello
Johnny Becker: piano, accordion, pump organ
Cody Johnson: electric bass, drums
Paul Hatlelid: lead vocals, drums, acoustic guitar

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released May 8, 2015

lyrics by Sumanth Gopinath, music by The Gated Community
except "Darkness, Darkness" (Jesse Colin Young)

Thanks to our families, friends, collaborators, and fans
full album details and lyrics available at
thegatedcommunity.bandcamp.com
contact us at thegatedcommunity@gmail.com
copyright (c) 2015

Produced by Bryan Highhill and The Gated Community
Recorded, Engineered, and Mixed by Bryan Highhill, Lumpy Recordings
Mastered by Bruce Templeton, Magneto Mastering
Manufactured by Copycats Media
Photography by Mark Nye
Design by Ian Rans

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The Gated Community is a country/bluegrass/Americana band with rock influences based in the Minneapolis-St. Paul area in Minnesota and has been in existence since early 2006.

Bandmembers: Sumanth Gopinath
Rosie Harris
Beth Hartman
Paul Hatlelid
Cody Johnson
Nate Knutson
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