better days are coming

by Matt Hudgins

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executive produced by joel hatmaker, stephen greene & teh reaver

cole causey plays violin on "wilkes county jail" & scott baxendale plays mandolin on "the road to la palma." all songs written and performed by matt hudgins.

designed using ink and watercolor art by mark s. johnson and a photograph by daniel peiken.

recorded to 4-track cassette august-september, 2012 at the house of horrors. mixed and mastered by drew vandenberg at chase park transduction september 22 & 25, 2012.

a heartfelt thank you to: my family, brent jacobs, cole, scott and the rest of the shit-hot country band, drew vandenberg, nuci's space, everyone who supported my pre order fundraiser, joel hatmaker, stephen greene, teh reaver, brandi price & kyle harris, caley ross, michael perry, john nielson, kaya yamashita, derek homeier, matt crine, gregg & bonnie duckworth, mike walliser, josh price, bill, barbara & corey witcher, don and krystal schmid, lindsey simunec, chris mcneal, spencer adams, mark johnson and daniel peiken.

this album is dedicated to my parents, maj. grover and linda hudgins.

copyright 2012 matt hudgins, bmi

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released November 6, 2012

all songs written, performed and recorded by matt hudgins except: cole causey - violin on "wilkes county jail," and scott baxendale - mandolin on "the road to la palma."

mixed and mastered by drew vandenberg at chase park transduction.

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Track Name: climb the walls
time to rise, at least so says the morning
but I can't find a way to shine today
'cause nothing I can see is reassuring
and everything I love is so far away

climb the walls
wasted days
climb the walls
'cause I can't see no way
and if I told you all
that I was falling
could I count you in my corner
or just another mourner come tomorrow?

'cause there's nothing in this world as sure as leaving
and nothing is to pure to go away
and every time they ask you where you're running
there's nothing in this world you know to say

climb the walls
no escape
climb the walls
'cause I can't find my way
and if I told you all
that I was going
would you offer solace
or build another wall so I must stay?

time to lay me down 'cause I can't stay here
and time the only one who knows the way
so pleased to meet you, glad that you could be near
but where I'm going now I can't say

there will be no more
climbing walls
feeling pain
climbing walls
seasons change
and if I told you all
not to weep dear
could I capture all your sorrows
in a promise that tomorrow there will be no tears?
could I leave you with a kindness
and ease your worried mind that all is fine?
Track Name: fucking with my head
darkness falls and this time he stays down
ain't no helpful heroes left in this town
broken hearts and cancer in the air
lately seem to find them everywhere

mulling over things nobody ever said
piling on these blues 'till I see red
it's all I can do to live until I'm dead
why does living keep fucking with my head

head full of crimes and a belly full of beer
fans of death and sickness, this is your year
hope some day we all can meet again
don't know either way but I miss my friends

contemplating things nobody ever said
piling on these blues 'till I see red
it's all I can do to live until I'm dead
why does living keep fucking with my head

are we born to suffer until it all just ends?
I wish living would quit fucking with my friends
Track Name: better days are coming
better days are coming
is the poor man's hope and prayer
as he faces forces that he can't control
working with his hands
and earning riches for another man
who sits in daddy's office
watching ticker tape unroll

better days are coming
says the mother to her child
as she wonders where their next meal's coming from
daddy went to fight for freedom
his daughter never got to meet him
now every day's a battle
but they just take them as they come

this land was made for you and me
now it seems they want to sell us
all that which makes us free
I may not live to see it
and I hope I really still believe it
better days are coming for you and for me

better days are coming
than this cold and lonely room
says the sick man from the bed he can't afford
no one sends him flowers
he just waits upon the hour
when his ashes gather dust on some shelf
where the poor get stored

this land was made for you and me
but what happens when a working man
can't feed his family?
I may not live to see it
and I hope I really still believe it
better days are coming for you and for me

better days are coming for you and for me
Track Name: gun control
if you don't like driving in the snow
then get the hell out of chicago
if you can't stand the heat in the kitchen
you'd better have some cold cash to spend

this is not the way I want to tell you
this is not the song I meant to write
this is just a bit of tossed off sentiment
'cause I don't hold no claim on wrong or right

because everything was rolling along fine
but I can't seem to find no peace of mind
and loneliness is my one constant friend
a friend dropping by unannounced again

this is not the way I want to leave you
this is not the way I want to go
maybe this is just a symptom of insomnia
this time of night I'm glad for gun control

I guess I'll be hungover in the morning
but I guess that I'll be glad to be alive
I'll be so busy this won't seem important
till I'm all alone again tomorrow night
Track Name: wilkes county jail
wilkes county jail
you ain't hell but you ain't where I want to be
as far as I can tell
you don't give a damn about the likes of me
it was just a busted tail light
then they brought the dogs out
and ruined my night
four walls closing in on me

a bunk and two squares
basic cable and some bags of chips for sale
a visit from my girl
when she tells me daddy's not doing so well
that woman takes good care of me
I wish I was out there with her
obviously
glass window separating

wilkes county jail
you ain't hell but you ain't where I want to be
as far as I can tell
you don't give a damn about the likes of me
wilkes county, I would gladly leave
and never come back
if you would only agree
oh, judge won't you set me free
I'm not guilty can't you see
and I won't disturb any peace
how have I made such a mess of things?
Track Name: dying young
well somewhere west of nashville on highway 24
headed to the walker county line to make a score
those blue lights started flashing, pushed the pedal to the floor
and the devil had to hear those engines roar

and I swear they would have caught me if I'd stayed on that old road
but I lost control and lost count of how many times I rolled
they found it belly up, four tires spinning at the stars
but they never found the driver of that brand-new stolen car, no

and that's not the worst example of my wild younger days
I made my life a whiskey bender and a smokey haze
the only things I done right was run around and sin
always thinking death was just around the bend

now I'm pushing thirty with a job that pays my bills
and I just go fishing, maybe drink a beer for thrills
you can try it with a needle, in your car or with the drink
but dying young is harder than you'd think

I guess I met a girl that you might say was meant for me
got married and we settled just this side of tennessee
had two good years before she said we're gonna have a son
how could I know the best was yet to come?

now I'm pushing forty with a wife and two kids
should have put some money on how long I would live
you can try it with a needle, in your car or with the drink
but dying young is harder than you'd think

from looking at my life now you might think I'd had a plan
but I never thought I'd ever be this man

my true love and I, we get out when we can
we can't move too quickly but we do it holding hands
you can try it with a needle, in your car or with the drink
but dying young is harder than you think
Track Name: the road to la palma
the road to la palma is paved with ancient stones
beneath misty moonlight that chills to the bone
one caballito to set things to right
but one caballito won't sleep alone tonight
for the stranger who comes seeking solace away
from the home that he's known since his first waking day
and the woman he loves but don't know how to say
so never you ask what is wrong
the road to la palma is constant and long

the road to la palma has voices that say
tread softly if you should pass often this way
for 100 years wait in bottles of glass
and you're not the first and you won't be the last
to come dancing at night when the song fills the air
of a west texas girl with her golden hair
just to stumble away gripping close your despair
for the many ensnared by her song
the road to la palma is where they went wrong

close your eyes now and dream of celestial seas
smoky mescal, a gift from the gods bringing peace
they surround you in the dark of the night

the road to la palma so often has said
that I am the black saint that lives in your head
that I am true ugliness, I know the love
that lives in your heart but is never enough
and the road to la palma is paved with ancient stones
laying heavy o'er dirt covering cortez's bones
and men better than you who'd not long sit on thrones
so come to la palma and drink
while outside the moonlight is swallowed by night so like ink
Track Name: ptsd
my mother told me that her prayers were answered
she's blessed to have me back in one piece
but peace is just another word that means nothing to me
a shell of some old memory

oh ptsd
you have taken all the better parts of me
and left a man that I don;t know and I don't want to be
one the politicians don't want nobody to see
with their idle talk of victory

first time I ever saw my daddy crying
was when I stepped off of that plane
but tearful reunions just don't happen every day
and none of them can see the change

I wonder if they're better off without me
I should have come home in a bag
instead of a shadow and reminders of pain
21 guns and a flag

oh ptsd
you have taken all the better parts of me
and left a man that I don't know and I don't want to be
one the politicians don't want nobody to see
with their idle talk of victory

let me be
I don't want your sympathy
Track Name: siren
stabbed the table, slipped right through my hand
bled out on the floor by the tv again
siren
asked the sheriff now what did I do
he said son we ain't looking for you

40 dollars and I headed south
the tank was bone dry not ten miles from your house
siren
must have been from the gunshots I heard
some people, they just never learn

I don't pray to no god for mercy
for my dirty old soul
I pay the price as I'm digging this hole
nowhere else to go

crossed the wires, she started right up
I ain't never had me no brand new pickup truck
siren
ain't as fast as what's down in my veins
I got nothing to lose or to gain

20 years from some judge on the rag
came out with tattoos, a colostomy bag
siren
what the hell, my probation was blown
by the gun in the glove box alone

I don't pray to no god for mercy
for my dirty old soul
I pay the price as I'm digging this hole
nowhere else to go
Track Name: lullabye
quiet your mind, it's time to sleep
come tomorrow there'll be plenty of time to weep
never mind the woman
who's not here with you
never mind the things today
that you just couldn't do

a glass of milk and a bottle of pills
but just take one or two, too many more will kill
think about your mother
and the blame that she would feel
think of how it's better
to have wounds that might yet heal

quiet your mind, it's time to sleep
you want to wake up fresh and head out into the streets
pickpocket one more day
from inattentive fate
pawn off some sanity
buy something that you hate

don't go to sleep