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Hawks With Good Intentions

by I See Hawks in L.A.

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1.
Blue Heaven 03:58
Do you remember the times when we used to say That there was nothing but songs and dreams and days We had guitars and we flew with the Hawks, and hey It was blue blue heaven We hit the road on a bright blue September day We made our money and we spent it in the same cafes Got a sweet ride from Austin to Asheville, and hey It was blue blue heaven It was blue blue heaven We didn't mind when the weather didn't go our way Cold nights were mellow with the kindness of strangers We had a little tune that would make our fortune, and hey It was blue blue heaven It was blue blue heaven When the big old birds would fly towards the horizon It was time and we would follow Pack it up and say goodbye Start again I see them soaring over me Like it was yesterday Sometimes I swear I'm ready to Rise up and fly away
2.
395's a mighty long road Runs straight as a broken arrow South from the edge of Canada Lonely to Hesperia That's California If you don't know it that's okay People take it to get away Get away from everything A hundred bucks for the diamond ring And fifty for the silver Neighbors said that he'd been having trouble off and on Lost his job in China Lake, lost his mind at dawn Sheriff said there'd only been three murders all year long Things like this don't happen around here Things like this don't happen round here Ridgecrest bakes in the desert sun Four new ghosts in a stucco dump Suspect phoned the cops and said You and me will both be dead Before this day is over Forty miles of high speed fun Playing chicken with a shotgun Fired at the troopers on his tail Three time loser won't make bail He sure won't make Nevada CH Eight miles north of the 58 Is a good a place as any to meet your fate The hostages would both survive Suspect got his rain of fire When he pulled over CH
3.
Rolling the boxcars, rolling the boxcars Find me an angel to bless my bones Well the Saginaw Chippewa welcomed me in To the new Soaring Eagle, like an old long lost friend Turned my last pay check into green chips and gin Digging for copper on the Yellow Dog Plains Kennecott's got me for a year and a day But tonight's alright, I'm the shooter again Rolling the boxcars, rolling the boxcars Throwing the hard way to get me back home Rolling the boxcars, rolling the boxcars Find me an angel to bless my bones I kept throwing numbers, Big Red stayed away I was the hero, king for a day  The eye in the sky didn't see things my way Fifty on the yo, stickman's got to go And the house always knows when to mess with my mojo When I threw the first punch, it was the last thing I'd throw Rolling... Isabella County Jail is mighty cold when you can't make bail They were on me so fast, covering the cash At least I'll never go down that black mining shaft For a year's good behavior I'll be back on my way And the warden says "Boy, keep a-counting your days" But there's a game on the yard if you've something to play
4.
Don't you fall in love with a ramblin boy That's what your mama said He will take you to the fallen side of town And the only thing he will ever crave Is a lonely road to an empty grave With pretty girls like you to lay him down But remember You're a rambling girl If I'm not mistaken You're a rambling girl Your mama said that love's a toy When you fall in love with a rambling boy He falls in love like most folk drink water But I'll tell you why he blows your mind He's the only one that's left alive Running free and sleeping out of doors You got to sleep out doors Sleep out doors Cause you're a rambling girl A rambling girl Don't you forget it You're a rambling girl Well you saw him when his bike went down You were walking in the square and now He's making tea and telling tales of glory And you write your mama now and then She's waiting for that autumn wind That brings you home a faded morning glory She don't get it You're a ramblin girl Don't you forget it You're a ramblin girl Yeah, blowin his mind You're a rambling girl Tell me what happened You're a rambling girl
5.
Steel Rails 03:47
Steel rails Steel rails Still sing their lonesome song But the times The times are moving on Sacramento lullaby I hear the whistle where I lie Dreaming I was riding through the rain Hobo east to meet the Katy Almost caught that mystery lady But no one's coming down those tracks again Old whistle stops where no one stops On Iowa winter plains But the big box store in South Sioux City's almost done The highways roar to golden shores 12 lane ribbons passing for the future But the future sure ain't what it used to be CH Granite hills and avalanche Above the Donner Pass again A hundred yards of boulder stopped the C.P. cold The west was won with blood and bullets Letters forged and triggers pulled It only took 100 years to pacify Drifters out in Santa Cruz When they get them cosmic blues They know where to take their worried mind Cook your bacon on the tracks Wooden trestle, lay on back Dig that California sky
6.
We haven’t had a drop of rain In this whole year The hills are brown and the air is still Oh how I wish that it would rain Oh how I wish that it would rain Hills on fire And the sun is red Hills on fire Riding on the desert wind Hills on fire The embers blow and hit the roof Across the canyon night The sirens sing a song for the coyotes in flight There's no shelter from a burning sky There's no shelter from a burning sky CH The only sight of water is the tears from my eyes The drops roll down on the dry black soil And a green blade of grass starts to grow And a green blade of grass starts to grow CH
7.
White Cross 03:48
8.
Flying Now 02:52
My bed has been made With the last of my dreams I can see a few stars Through the wind in the tree I'm flying now When I left my home I was just seventeen Now I'm cashing in bottles On a Frogtown street I'm flying now The girl that I loved She was faithless and cruel Well that suited me fine I'm a natural fool But I'm flying now Yeah I'm flying now I'm flying now No one can touch me No one can touch me The pale blue yonder Says bye bye love I just might grow old My face carries the lines Of the winds that have whipped me Now they push from behind And I'm flying now Flying now
9.
Epiphany on Town Hall Square Just another lonely winter dawn Don't you wish that you'd been there When a holy child was born Why'd he come in still of night? On darkest day, in lowest light? Never like the lilies will I be And my childhood grips me still January takes my soul Bestills the winds like fallen snow The days grow longer, colder, promising Of the summer grass to come Of the summer grass to come Of the wine and then the better wine Of the twenty years of wandering Of the poet on the mount Of the boughs upon the desert road Of the sleepless night and empty tomb My childhood grips me still My childhood grips me still Epiphany on Town Hall Square Just another lonely winter dawn Don't you wish that you'd been there When a holy child was born
10.
Will you watch over me from above? Will you watch over me from above? The good seem to leave in winter leave no trace leave no splinter Just the light they left on For the grieving Left the light on As they were leaving Will you watch over me from above? Will you watch over me from above? The kind seem to disappear in the spring Take a quick and a sudden gentle wing While the buds start to hint At the new life Farewell the old life Godspeed the true wife And why a summer day To board that westbound train I guess she couldn't wait for the evening Sweet summer evening Will you watch over me from above? Will you watch over me from above? The shadows of the fall grow taller Might seep into the hall and the hollow And letting go might feel like a promise Of the answer waiting for all of us

about

Paul and Victoria from I See Hawks in L.A. first met Peter Davies and Gabrielle Monk of The Good Intentions at a house party in the chaparral foothills of Sierra Madre, CA. The Liverpool folk duo and the psychedelic west coast country rockers soon became fast friends, sharing stages from UK folk clubs to Pappy & Harriets in the California high desert.

One evening in Hawks lead singer Rob Waller's Highland Park garage studio, Rob, Paul Lacques and Peter sat down with guitars and some trepidation, suddenly out of their comfort zones, and came up with the beginnings of "White Cross" and "Rolling The Boxcars," amidst much laughter and the chaos of the Waller children.

After this promising start and the Liverpudlians' return to Liverpool, the songwriting process migrated to the cold digital theater of the internet--lyrics and mp3s bouncing back and forth across the Atlantic by the hundreds, nestled amidst internet spams and bank statements. The irony of creating heartfelt folk music through cyber connection was not lost on any of us.

As the email threads mushroomed, the Hawks and Good Intentions discovered the subtle and at times gaping differences between English and American musical sensibilities, phrasing and idioms, as well as quirks (defects?) in their own personalities and hardened songwriting habits. Both groups shared an appreciation for nuanced shadings of words, and tiny but dire quibbles on a single word or phrase accompanied every stanza. The heated if wit-defused discussions were a learning experience for all, including Hawks bassist Paul Marshall and drummer Victoria Jacobs.

What emerged was a song crafting process more deliberative and careful than the Hawks have ever been disciplined enough to undertake.  Where Paul L and Rob often revel in their reckless irreverence for traditional forms,  Peter employs a more careful and thoughtful process. The results were different from songs either group had written before. The CD, beautifully mixed and mastered by four time Grammy winner Alfonso Rodenas, is sparse and lush.

The Good Intentions are one of UK's top foik bands. Peter Davies and Gabrielle Monk have been voted Best Americana Band by the British Country Music Awards. They've released four albums produced by L.A.'s own Rick Shea with the cream of the crop of L.A. roots musicians.

I See Hawks In L.A. have released eight critically acclaimed CDs since their high desert conception 20 years ago, and were named to MOJO Magazine's 2018 Top Ten Americana Releases for "Live And Never Learn." They were just named Best Country Band in Los Angeles by the L.A. Weekly.

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released June 20, 2019

Produced by I See Hawks In L.A. and The Good Intentions
Recorded by Paul Lacques, Alun Parry, Paul Marshall, and Brian Roberts
Mixed and mastered by Alfonso Rodenas
Artwork by John Curry

Peter Davies lead vocal 1, 3, 4, 8, 9 bg vocs 2, 3, 5, 6, 7
Rob Waller lead vocal 2, 3, 5, 7, 10 bg vocs 1, 4, 6, 8, 9 guitar 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 10
Paul Lacques lead guitar, lap steel, dobro, slide guitars; bg vocs 2, 5, 7, 10
Paul Marshall bass; bg vocs 1, 2, 4, 5, 9
Victoria Jacobs lead vocals 6; drums 2
Gabrielle Monk bg vocs 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 8, 9

Richie Lawrence accordion 6, 8
Gabe Witcher fiddle 4

1. Blue Heaven 3:59 (Davies/Lacques/Waller)
2. Things Like This 3:56 (Davies/Lacques/Waller)
3. Rolling The Boxcars 5:07 (Davies/Lacques/Waller)
4. Rambling Girl 2:57 (Davies/Lacques)
5. Steel Rails 3:48 (Davies/Lacques/Waller)
6. Hills On Fire 4:59 (Jacobs/Lacques)
7. White Cross 3:38 (Davies/Lacques/Waller)
8. Flying Now 2:54 (Davies/Lacques/Waller)
9. Epiphany On Town Hall Square 3:02 (Davies/Lacques)
10. Will You Watch Over Me From Above 3:43 (Lacques/Waller)

All songs c 2019 Good Intentions and I See Hawks In L.A.
Robin Lucy Music (BMI), Clumsy Heart Music (ASCAP), PRS

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I SEE HAWKS IN L.A. formed in the first year of the 21st century on a desert journey that has led to ten releases, UK/Europe and U.S. tours, and way too much fun. Alt country folk rock with rich harmonies and a way outsider approach to Americana. See them live! Top Ten Americana Releases, MOJO ... more

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