Rusty Fords and Weatherboards

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about

Copperline is a Sydney-based collaboration between fellow travellers
and troubadours Brad Christmas (vocals, guitar, piano), Richie Gosling (bass, guitar, vocals), Paul Handel (guitar, vocals) and Gareth Richards (Drums).

Rusty Fords and Weatherboards, produced by Shane Nicholson, may be the group’s debut album, but Copperline have more decades under their collective belts than they care to count plying their musical trade in low-lit bars, far-flung pubs, corrugated sheds, and even on the back of an occasional flat bed truck. During this long apprenticeship they have honed their unique brand of storytelling and song smithery, and are ready to share it with the world.

It’s the highways and byways travelled on this meandering musical journey, and the characters met along the way, that provide the beating narrative heart of Rusty Fords and Weatherboards. The album’s ten tracks follow an eccentric cast of struggling artists, single fathers, fading stars – even a professional magician – all coping with longing and loss and looking for hope and redemption. The stories are at times humorous and heartfelt, but never stray from being unflinchingly human.

With a reverence for the craft of song writing, Copperline doff their caps to Neil Young, Tom Waits, Lucinda Williams and Steve Earle, while charting a narrative and sonic course all of their own. There’s an unapologetic commitment to twang here, and one foot rooted in the delta blues. But there’s also a desire to explore the boundaries of song and the wild frontiers where genres and traditions intertwine.

With the release of Rusty Fords and Weatherboards, Copperline are champing at the bit to get back to what they do best: hitting the road and sharing these songs with friends, new and old. They hope to see you out there somewhere.

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released November 1, 2018

Brad Christmas (vocals, guitar, piano)
Richie Gosling (bass, guitar, vocals)
Paul Handel (guitar, vocals)
Gareth Richards (Drums)

Producer - Shane Nicholson

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Track Name: Woman's Touch
A sorry sight by Friday night I dine alone at home
Swigging from the bottle licking grease from Styrofoam
No colours keep it warm in here nothing gets locked away
No curtains drawn to separate the night time for the day

There’s no photographs to document the company I keep
No gentle arms to fall in to and roll me off to sleep
No flowers on the table I don’t entertain that much
This place could use a woman’s touch

I tried to write a sad song for you on an old phone bill
A verse and half a chorus I left on the window
Under coffee dregs and cold fried eggs and dirty dinner plates
Unmade beds and things unsaid too little and too late

There’s no photographs to document the company I keep
No gentle arms to fall in to and roll me off to sleep
No flowers on the table I don’t entertain that much
This place could use a woman’s touch

I miss you like a salty breeze on January nights
When everything is quiet and I turn off all the lights
I’m chasing sleep right through to dawn with red wine lullabies
There’s nicotine all through my dreams and sand all through my eyes

There’s no photographs to document the company I keep
No gentle arms to fall in to and roll me off to sleep
No flowers on the table I don’t entertain that much
This place could use a woman’s touch
Track Name: King Of This Country
He works down at the dog track
Where they give him bed and board
Ten minutes from the Waratah Hotel
In a broken, borrowed Ford
He’s backs a couple of winners
But he’s seen more come in fourth
Now the credit lines have all dried up
And he can’t travel North

His family sang a country song
that made the radio
He travelled up to Tamworth
and he played his first show
How the guitars sang and jangled,
how the lights they shined and glowed
He gave his heart to Hank and Cash,
quit school and hit the road

He’s the king of this country
And it’s a one night only deal
Putting it on the line for
Free drinks and a counter meal
King of this country
He’s got to make it pay
Before tomorrow takes it all away

He still puts pen to paper
But the gold is hard to find
And fashion has a funny old way
Of leaving folks behind

Friday afternoon at five, the bars begin to fill
They drown themselves in happy hours,
get swept up in the swill
He sets up in the corner
of this slowly dying town
A Friday night moonlighter
in a black suede leather crown

He’s the king of this country
And it’s a one night only deal
Putting it on the line for
Free drinks and a counter meal
King of this country
He’s got to make it pay
Before tomorrow takes it all away

With a roll up Jolly Roger and
a cold black glass of old
He’ll be here all night while
there’s still stories to be told
He’ll strum this bruised guitar
until the strings are all stained red
For the ghosts that walk these empty streets,
the living and the dead

He’s the king of this country
And it’s a one night only deal
Putting it on the line for
Free drinks and a counter meal
King of this country
He’s got to make it pay
Before tomorrow takes it all away
Track Name: Next Year
It’s come and gone just like a tide
Another long hard year
Busted seams downsized dreams
And grinding all my gears

It takes a little more each time
Of our future and our youth
Steals away the halcyon days
That blind us from the truth
The days are getting warmer as
The jacaranda blooms

A southern sun turns our
skin to bronze
And pierces through the gloom
We’ll finish on a Friday night
I’ll be waiting in the car
Leave out worries to next year
as the tyres hit the tar

I want to drive right through
the night
See the break of day
Wind the windows down
and watch
The white lines lead the way
Want to leave it all behind
Watch it disappear
Find a reason to believe
in next year

Take me to a sleepy town
Where summer never ends
Let the salt wash clean my skin
So broken thoughts can mend
Watch the sunrise paint the day
Sleep through the afternoon
Count the stars that fill the sky
Make love beneath the moon

I want to drive right through the night
See the break of day
Wind the windows down and watch
The white lines lead the way
Want to leave it all behind
Watch it disappear
Find a reason to believe in next year

The rusty Fords and weatherboards
Carry me away
I’ve been dreaming since July
About caravans on Boxing Day

I want to drive right through the night
See the break of day
Wind the windows down and watch
The white lines lead the way
Want to leave it all behind
Watch it disappear
Find a reason to believe in next year
Track Name: Rainbows And Ribbons
Like the Princess she lies
with her boys by her side
Dreaming of sunlight and
sand on her feet
A weatherboard house,
warm garden bed
Sound of the rain washing
down on her street

The rainbows that guide us,
and the rivers that bind us
Whispering sea breeze
across the sand flats
Her story is told,
by the young and the old
But these words can’t define her
She’s much more than

Jesus lay with her and
carried her cross
He eased her burden and
lightened her loss
A spectrum of colour
in the sky up above
Showed the angel receiving
this child wrapped in love

The rainbows that guide us,
and the rivers that bind us
Whispering sea breeze across
the sand flats
Her story is told by
the young and the old
But these words can’t define her
She’s much more than

Blackbird stand guard in
the trees by her bed
Guarding the secrets that
still lie in her head
Sinners amongst them they
can’t hide from their guilt
The days grows older
the memory shall wilt

The rainbows that guide us,
and the rivers that bind us
Whispering sea breeze across
the sand flats
Her story is told by
the young and the old
But these words can’t define her
She’s much more than
Track Name: Satisfaction Guaranteed
We’ll wait till the footy’s over
Before we start the show
So the people in jeans at the poker machines
Can burn through all of their dough
We’ll play a couple of songs we wrote
While you’re all still sober
But when the dance floor’s pumping
and the people are jumping
We’ll play Livin’ La Vida Loca

Just wait till this song is over
Before you make a request
We’ve played Khe Sahn three times
But we can play it again I guess
We know all your favourite tunes
We can give you what you need
And we’re only two drinks away
from satisfaction guaranteed

There’s a middle-aged man
with a fool-proof plan
To pull a girl half his age
And I’m sure your friend’s
got a beautiful voice
But there’s not enough room on the stage
There’s a hen’s night stumbling
and slurring their words
In short skirts and plastic tiaras
And all the yummy mummies showing
off their tight tummies
And way too much mascara

Just wait till this song is over
Before you make a request
We’ve played Khe Sahn three times
But we can play it again I guess
We know all your favourite tunes
We can give you what you need
And we’re only two drinks away
from satisfaction guaranteed

Now it’s getting kind of
messy people tripping on air
And falling to the floor
There’s a man throwing punches
at a snack machine
And a drunk talking to a door
Last night’s gone and tomorrow
has come
It’s time for us to call it night
But I’m sure we’ve got time
for one more
Before the barman throws on the lights

Just wait till this song is over
Before you make a request
We’ve played Khe Sahn three times
But we can play it again I guess
We know all your favourite tunes
We can give you what you need
And we’re only two drinks away
from satisfaction guaranteed
Track Name: Please Don't Cry
Please don’t cry my darling child
Please don’t cry for me
You know it’s not your fault
that I had to walk away
I did it ‘cause I wanted you to be free

I can imagine all the things your
mother said about me
And all the things I never did for you
Some of them I’m sure
are exaggerated lies
But most of them are probably true

I’m sitting in a room with
four walls and a bed
Some pills and things
to keep me off the drink
Three square meals a day
is all to pass the time away
Nothing else to do but sit and think

Please don’t cry my darling child
Please don’t cry for me
You know it’s not your fault
that I had to walk away
I did it ‘cause I wanted you to be free

Looking at your photograph
on graduation day
As a double shot of whiskey
calls my name
The ticket for the bus
is still sitting by the phone
In the end I couldn’t face the shame

Please don’t cry my darling child
Please don’t cry for me
You know it’s not your fault
that I had to walk away
I did it ‘cause I wanted you to be free

You probably never ever want to know me
I can’t blame you if you feel that way
But that will never ever stop me
hoping and praying
I’ll see you again some day

Please don’t cry my darling child
Please don’t cry for me
You know it’s not your fault
that I had to walk away
I did it ‘cause I wanted you to be free

Now I wish to hell that I hadn’t walked away
Track Name: Playing the Hopetoun
If you’re not doing anything next Tuesday night
There’s a little pub in the city will have our name up in lights
Down at the Hopetoun first Tuesday in July
We’ll probably go on ‘ bout a quarter past ten
If the seven band on before us have all finished by then
Down at the Hopetoun first Tuesday in July

Big, big dreams have got to start somewhere
But by the time we go on I’ll be way too drunk to care
It’s a long way to the top down this highway to hell
When you start your journey here at the Hopetoun Hotel

Street corner blues men and born again hippies
Teeny bopping emos wearing makeup and black lippy
Down at the Hopetoun first Tuesday in July
There’ll be a feminist songstress singing way off key
About all the things she hates about patriarchy
Down at the Hopetoun first Tuesday in July

Ten dollar steaks and two dollar beers
Ain’t cheap enough to bring anybody here
Two free drinks for everyone in the band
Drink up boys tonight there’ll be no cash in hand

The only one left in the room is the sound engineer
He doesn’t count ‘cause he can’t really hear
Down at the Hopetoun first Tuesday in July

Big, big dreams have got to start somewhere
But by the time we go on I’ll be way too drunk to care
It’s a long way to the top down this highway to hell
When you start your journey here at the Hopetoun Hotel
Track Name: Behind the Wheel
You watch your life from a distance
Just an image on a screen
You sit back in a comfortable place
And muse over what it all means
Desperately original
I’ve seen it done before
And your second hand sincerity
Is making you a bore

But as the years pass you by
Tell me how does it feel?
To sit back and watch someone else
Always behind the wheel

Looking back on all the years
Blinded by these bitter tears
You were always playing to the wind

Always someone else to blame
For the things you never do
The cynicism that you once wore well
Has come to define you
Now confidence evades you
Opportunity passes by
And indecision took the time away
With a thousand hows and whys

But as the years pass you by
Tell me how does it feel?
To sit back and watch someone else
Always behind the wheel

Looking back on all the years
Blinded by these bitter tears
You were always playing to the wind
Listen now your bell it tolls
Stand up and show us your soul
Today could be the day it all begins

As the curtain draws on you
Your makeup starts to run
Will you still tell yourself
That you had your fun
When all of your excuses
Won’t buy back yesterday
Will you just turn and watch
Tomorrow fade away

But as the years pass you by
Tell me how does it feel?
To sit back and watch someone else
Always behind the wheel

Looking back on all the years
Blinded by these bitter tears
You were always playing to the wind
Listen now your bell it tolls
Stand up and show us your soul
Today could be the day it all begins
Track Name: Hundred Mile Smile
Matt Hollywood you smiled at me
Two entertainers shooting the breeze
I’m pretty sure you smiled at me
Was hard to tell through the glare of your teeth

Your act was great the folks were stunned
And your face had a platinum sheen
The way you made that cigarette disappear
It was like something I had never seen

Matt Hollywood you smiled at me
Matt Hollywood you smiled at me

When he’s talking to you
he makes you feel
Like the only one in the room
With tales of wonder from the Taj Mahal
Where his magic tricks go boom
Never wanted to be like anyone else
That wasn’t in his style
But Matt Hollywood knows how to work a room
When he fixes you, or is it her,
With that hundred mile smile

Where do you go Matt Hollywood
When you’re alone in your bed
Would I be scared Matt Hollywood
If I could see inside your head

Have you ever told anyone, anything
That wasn’t exactly what they wanted to hear
Or have you done this gig so many times
That Matt Hollywood has just disappeared

Matt Hollywood you smiled at me
Matt Hollywood you smiled at me

When he’s talking to you he makes you feel
Like he's the only one in the room
With tales of wonder from the Taj Mahal
Where his magic tricks go boom
Never wanted to be like anyone else
That wasn’t in his style
But Matt Hollywood knows how to work a room
When he fixes you, or is it her,
With that hundred mile smile
Track Name: Social Network Blues
I’ve got 444 Facebook Friends
A feed that’s full of posts and
posts that never seems to end
I can’t take it anymore
I’ve got the social network blues

I’ve got 43 reminders to connect on LinkedIn
Snapchat, spam and Instagram
it makes my head spin
I can’t take it anymore
I’ve got the social network blues

I just can’t work out why I spend
so much of my day
Reading all this crap from people
who have absolutely nothing to say

Billy is bored in a corporate meeting
For some unknown reason he thinks
that’s worth tweeting
I can’t take it anymore
I’ve got the social network blues

There’s an emoticon frown
from my friend Rick
‘Cause I haven’t found the time
to like his doggy pics
I can’t take it anymore
I’ve got the social network blues

LOL ROFL LMFAO
I don’t care for all your stupid
acronyms you know
I can’t take it anymore
I’ve got the social network blues

I just can’t work out why I spend
so much of my day
Reading all this crap from people
who have absolutely nothing to say

There’s a little truth that’s getting hard to ignore
Your face on MySpace is becoming a bore
I can’t take it anymore
I’ve got the social network blues

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