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One of the odder things that has begun happening to me for at least eight years or so is that I have been dreaming songs and remembering them sufficiently to reconstruct them upon waking. (Two such songs on our previous albums are "Georgia" and "Country Hymn.") "Out Here" is another one of these dream songs. In the dream, Beth and I were spectators in some kind of performance space, watching Bob Dylan and Joan Baez during the Rolling Thunder Revue era. After their full band performance had finished, Dylan and Baez started singing a song together, offstage, with Bob playing guitar. They noticed us staring at them and stopped. I said to Beth, "Oh no—we're interfering with history..." and began to feel guilty about this, but then they started up again, and sang a version of "Out Here." I could only remember a couple of lines (the first verse line and the first chorus line), but the verse and refrain tunes, as well as the Western, Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid-era feel are just as I dreamed them.

The song itself tells a noir-ish story seemingly about a tough woman who survives a young man's attempt to kill her, perhaps by drowning. The "poor boy" dies in the end, although it's not entirely clear how the elements all fit together—partly giving the song its dreamlike qualities.

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Shotgun with lady cockin', poor boy is barely talkin', all disappear
Strange one goes fire walkin', sailor gets bored at dockin', all disappear

Out here, in the distance that's always between us
Out here, in an instance that's already been us

She gets a Yankee notion, swim out into the ocean down by the pier
Sheriff hears more commotion, gaze down with no emotion, tenth one this year

Cops all around the scene, poor boy was seventeen, is dead by her side
She's sittin' so serene, he took her unforeseen and down for a ride

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from Won't You Believe Me, released November 8, 2019
Beth Hartman: lead vocals
Rosie Harris: lead vocals, cello
Sumanth Gopinath: backing vocals, acoustic guitar, piano, electric piano, bass drum, cymbal
Teresa Gowan: fiddle (violin)
Nathan Knutson: electric guitar
Cody Johnson: bass guitar
Dav Kemp: tambourine
Paul Hatlelid: ghosted drum part

String arrangement by Sumanth Gopinath and Teresa Gowan

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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
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