Plans Gang Aft Agley

by Jim Patton & Sherry Brokus

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This is the CD where Austin's Jim Patton & Sherry Brokus first stepped away from the full band sound of their Edge City CDs and released an acoustic CD that focuses on Patton's heartfelt, character driven songs and the wall of sound interplay between Patton and Brokus.

In Patton’s recent songs, a man discovers alternate definitions of success; a daughter waits in a bar for the father who walked out on her years ago; a father tells his child not to make the same mistakes he did; a brave woman breaks free of an abusive past; people fall in love; relationships end; relationships endure.

Patton cites 20th century American fiction (“from Fitzgerald and Hemingway and Faulkner to Kerouac and Salinger and Raymond Chandler”) and the various lives of the friends he grew up with in Maryland (“I knew doctors and lawyers and waitresses and teachers and water rats and gravediggers and the guy who drove the truck that emptied the port-o-pots all over the state”) as the main source of his lyrical inspiration.

Patton and Brokus have sung together for over twenty five years, and confess to listening to a lot of “Richard & Linda Thompson, the Byrds, the Airplane, the Everly Brothers, and Emmy Lou Harris singing with Bob Dylan” when they started, before they took off in a direction “that’s pretty much our own”.

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released May 1, 2008

Produced by Ron Flynt

(c) and (p) Jim Patton/Sherry Brokus PO Box 93081 Austin TX 78709-3081
(512)280-8455 info@edgecitytx.com, www. Edgecitytx.com



“The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley”
-- Robert Burns, “To A Mouse”


Jim Patton: acoustic guitar, vocals
Sherry Brokus: vocals
Ron Flynt: bass, keyboards, vocals
Rich Brotherton: acoustic guitar, mandolin, cittern
Scrappy Jud Newcomb: acoustic guitar
Warren Hood: fiddle
John Bush: percussion

Produced by Ron Flynt
Recorded and mixed by Ron Flynt at Jumping Dog Studios, Austin Texas
Mastered by Jerry Tubb at Terra Nova Digital Audio, Inc., Austin Texas
Cover and art by: Matt Eskey
Front cover and interior photos: Valerie Fremin
Back cover photo: Winker
Website: Melissa Webb

John Bush plays Gon Bops congas & percussion
Spiritual adviser: R. Gene Munger;
This one’s for Jim Brady, the Great Monteef, too soon gone

Jim & Sherry would like to thank everyone who played on the record, played in the band, recorded us, promoted us, gave us airplay, loaned us money, came to the shows, listened to the songs, bought our records, put us up for the night, or otherwise helped us on our way. You are too numerous to mention individually, too important not to mention at all.

Above & Beyond: Karen Deschamps, Jeff Tveraas, David Glaser, Karen Mal, Bill Passalacqua, the Ginn Sisters, John & DL, Duggan, Jeff Talmadge, Bradley Kopp, Cash Edwards, Kari Estrin, Lee Cadorette, Lisa Fancher, Charlie Stewart, Bill Wence, Geoffrey Himes, Frank Mirenzi, Don Cunningham, Andy & Katie, Christina Fajardo, Brian Kalinec, Lloyd Maines, Austin & Connie, Joe & Bev, Liz Rouse, Peg & Glynda, Chris Gage & Christine Albert, Randy & Gaye Auxier, Danny & Rene’, Kathryn Ross, Mike Porter, KUT, KGSR, KOOP, every club that’s booked us, every station that’s played our songs, and the incredible music community of Austin, Texas.
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Austin folk rock songwriters Jim Patton & Sherry Brokus will release “The Hard Part of Flying” in July, their fourth in a series of acoustic albums produced by Ron Flynt. Songs which dive deep into characters whose lives haven't worked out as planned with Airplane/Everly Bros. Wall of Sound harmonies and fiddles, mandolins, and acoustic guitars passionately playing Byrds/Band style roots music. ... more

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Track Name: Fortunate Man
Fortunate Man

This isn’t the life that I pictured
But this is the life that I chose
Measured by jewelry,
My life isn’t much, I suppose
Cause I’ve never made any money
And fame was a Tuesday night stand
In spite of all that
I am a fortunate man

For I have the fairest of lovers
And I have the truest of friends
And I have a place I can go
When my darkness descends
And I have a dream still inside me
And I’ve got this guitar in my hand
Measured by that
I am a fortunate man

© words & music by Jim Patton
Track Name: Aliceanna St
Aliceanna St.

See the people in the morning on their way to work
Or maybe just looking for a day's pay
I see 'em leaving in the morning
I see 'em come home at night
Looking like they lost something along the way

I see my man coming home, so down and tired
The bottle's open before I get supper on
But I’m not complaining; it makes him feel better
Aliceanna Street ain't what we counted on

It's not the working hard
It's not the being poor
It's the feeling deep inside us
We could be so much more
It's not the bitter cold
It's not the August heat
It's being stuck without a choice
On Aliceanna Street

Now I work part-time while my kids are at school
There's no one home when they let themselves in
And I tell them they'll have it different
And I tell them they'll have it better
Christ, I tell them anything that I can

The nuns say you gotta suffer to earn your place above
It's a sin to expect any more
Well, I don't believe that and I don't feel guilty
I know this ain’t what living’s for
Sometimes we take the kids on that old ferry boat
And we wave to all the people on the shore
Someday we’ll pack our bags and ride across that water
And we won't come back here anymore

words by Frank Mirenzi and Jim Patton;
music by Frank Mirenzi, Jim Patton, Billy Kemp, and Geoffrey Himes ©1991 Independent Alligator Publishing Co. (ASCAP)
Track Name: Somewhere Else There's a Promised Land
Somewhere Else There's A Promised Land

My dad never left our town
Except when he went off to war
And two weeks every summer
He'd take the family down to the Eastern Shore
Never went to college
Never hit the open road
Never had the chance, he said
Before he got too old

He started work at Bethlehem Steel
The summer that he turned 16
That same year he took a wife
And he had a kid; the kid was me
He'd sit in his easy chair
Drinkin' beer, watching the Orioles play
"I let them wall me in," he'd say
"Don't you end up this way"

We'd sit out on the rowhouse step
He'd point down the road with a shaky hand
He'd say: "Get out of here as soon as you can,"
"Somewhere else there's a promised land"

I wore a leather jacket and pointed boots
And I thought my old man was just a fool
I'd go drinking with my friends
In my Camaro instead of going to school
Got a job at a bar downtown
I'd play guitar there all night long
"Louie Louie", "Hanky Panky"
"I Fought The Law & The Law Won"

And sometimes in the evening
I'd drive my car past those rowhouse steps
And think about daddy's promised land
And all those things he did not get

Then I had myself a kid
Got a job at the IGA
Put a lot of things on hold
That I keep there to this day
Bought a house in Towson
Watched my daughter grow
Thought about what I'd say to her
Before she gets too old

We'll sit out on our townhouse step
I’ll point down the road with a shaky hand
I’ll say: "Get out of here as soon as you can,"
"Somewhere else there's a promised land"

words & music by Jim Patton & Geoffrey Himes © (Independent Alligator Publishing Co/Red Wheelbarrow Publishing CO) (ASCAP)
Track Name: Finest Hour
Finest Hour

Well there were no knights in armour
Come along to save the day
And there were no men on horseback
No Eastern star to show the way
There was only you
Wishing you could somehow get away
In your finest hour

The king was in the counting house
Counting all his money
And his closest friends were laughing
At some joke that wasn't funny
And the rain came down like justice
On the land of milk and honey
In your finest hour

There were no cheers
No screaming crowd
No one to strike up the band
No escape from your fears
Nobody calling your name
Nobody shaking your hand

There was moonlight on the open road
A cold wind in your face
And a light on in the kitchen
All night long at Frankie's place
And a frightened kid inside you
Who felt completely out of place
In your finest hour

© words & music by Jim Patton Independent Alligator Publishing Co. (ASCAP)
Track Name: I'll Still Stand By You
I’ll Still Stand By You

We looked into each other’s eyes
Upon our wedding day
The Reverend Frank Mirenzi
Gave us cards with words to say
But we didn’t need those cards at all
We knew that song by heart
Ben E. King sang “Stand By Me”
And we swore we’d never part

The road we took from Paradise
Was not always straight and true
We did some damage to each other
You hurt me and I hurt you
I know we can’t turn back time
To when our love was new
But if you hold me close tonight
I’ll still stand by you

Twenty years have come and gone
Since our wedding day
Battles lost and battles won
Plans gang aft agley
But you’re still standing by my side
And one thing I know is true
If you hold me close tonight
I’ll still stand by you
I know we can’t turn back time
To when our love was new
But if you hold me close tonight
I’ll still stand by you

© words & music by Jim Patton (Independent Alligator Publishing Co) (ASCAP)
Track Name: 27 Voices
27 Voices

I’ve got 27 voices in my head
25 tell me I’d be better off dead
Twelve get scared in the middle of the night
One says: Jim you better hold on tight
Most of them are pretty sure I’ve been misled
By the other 26 voices in my head
I’ve got 27 voices in my head
27 voices

I’ve got 27 voices in my brain
Two remind me of my greatest shame
Three can’t even remember my name
Four of them are clinically insane
One voice howling like a hurricane
At the other 26 voices in my brain
I’ve got 27 voices in my brain
27 voices

One voice fills me with regret
Second voice says: forgive and forget
Third voice tells me: that’s a sucker’s bet
Fourth voice says: You take what you can get
One voice wishing he had never met
The other 26 voices in my head
I’ve got 27 voices in my head
27 voices
27 voices

© words and music by Jim Patton (Independent Alligator Publishing Co) (ASCAP)
Track Name: Wings of an Airplane
Wings Of An Airplane

On the wings of an airplane
He’s coming back home
She waits at the airport
In the bar, all alone
She’s waiting for someone
That she don’t even know
The only man that she ever loved
Is coming back home

On the wings of an airplane
He moved to the coast
She used to call him at Christmas
When it hurt her the most
She once was his daughter
She became like a ghost
The only man that she ever loved
Disappeared, just like smoke

He used to fight with her mother
Over money and love
Then he walked out forever
Said: “It hurts too damn much”
He walked out on his old life
And the seeds that he’d sown
On the wings of an airplane
He’s coming back home

On the wings of an airplane
He’s coming her way
He called her last Thursday
Hoping it was ok
Now she’s drinking tequila
She’s got nothing to say
The only man that she ever loved
Is coming too late

© words and music by Jim Patton (Independent Alligator Publishing Co) (ASCAP)
Track Name: Another Pretty Deep Hole
Another Pretty Deep Hole

You woke up in the bathtub
Where you probably fell asleep
After the fight
You're out of cigarettes;
You can't remember
Coming home last night
The last thing you remember
Is someone shouting at you:
“Look what you done now!”
You dug yourself another pretty deep hole
But you'll get out somehow

You'll start apologizing
Just as soon as you find out
Who you done wrong
You’ll swear this is the last time
You’ll stay out of trouble from now on
You talked yourself into this mess
And now it’s time to talk your way back out
You dug yourself another pretty deep hole
But you'll get out somehow

And you’re still digging
You can’t stop digging
You’re still digging down
You’ll head back down to Peter’s
You’re pretty sure that’s where you left your car
If it’s just a dented fender
You can maybe have a quick one at the bar
Then you’ll start explaining
Giving us the wherefore and the how
You dug yourself another pretty deep hole
You dug yourself another pretty deep hole
You dug yourself another pretty deep hole
But you'll get out somehow

© words and music by Jim Patton (Independent Alligator Publishing Co) (ASCAP)
Track Name: Tonight I'm Just Thinking About You
Tonight I’m Just Thinking About You

Well hello how are you?
It’s been a long long time
It’s good to hear your voice on the phone
Yes, it’s me; I’m calling from Austin, Texas
No, I’m not looking for a loan
I just missed you
And I was wondering how you were doing
Remember when we stole that blue canoe?
Boat started leaking; we laughed so hard
Tonight I’m just thinking about you

How many kids?
Are they gonna go to college?
Do you think they’ll be as crazy as me and you?
No, I hope not, too,
That’s a long hard road
And some of our friends did not make it through
Are you rich? Are you happy?
Do you still love your lover?
Have any of your biggest dreams come true?
No, I wouldn’t ask that,
That’s not why I’m calling
Tonight I’m just thinking about you

Yeah, I gotta go too
My wife will start wondering
Maybe next year we can get back home
Do you ever see Frank?
Ah, what am I saying?
Go on now, I know you gotta go
What I wanted to say was: ah, never mind
Some things are better left unsaid; it’s true
Yes, it’s me; I’m calling from Austin, Texas,
Tonight I’m just thinking about you

© words and music by Jim Patton (Independent Alligator Publishing Co) (ASCAP)
Track Name: Tarnished Angel
Tarnished Angel

Once she was his perfect angel
Heart so pure, face so fair
And when she wrapped
Those wings around him
And swore to be faithful
He took comfort there

Now she is a tarnished angel
The moon and stars no more to roam
Now she is a tarnished angel
Descended from heaven
Can’t find her way home

Now her heart
Is filled with sorrow
Now her eyes
Are filled with regret
Now her wings
Are torn and tattered
All for a lie
That she can’t forget

Now she is a tarnished angel
The moon and stars no more to roam
Now she is a tarnished angel
Descended from heaven
Can’t find her way home

Now she smokes a cigarette
Alone in the darkness
As she watches her husband playing guitar
And she sips Grand Marnier
And she thinks about flying
And she wishes for heaven
So near yet so far

Now she is a tarnished angel
The moon and stars no more to roam
Now she is a tarnished angel
Descended from heaven
Can’t find her way home


© words and music by Jim Patton and Frank Mirenzi (Independent Alligator Publishing Co) (ASCAP)
Track Name: Son of My Father
Son of My Father

My daddy was a gambler
He lost everything we had
He used to love to play the horses
The only luck he had was bad
Spent a couple months in prison
We lied about where he'd been
I am the son of my father
Swore I'd never be like him

My brother is a junkie
Played the drums in my first band
We used to practice in the basement
Making jokes 'bout our old man
Now he lives in public housing
His life revolves around the man
Another son of my father
Swore I'd never be like him

But I take my chances
I live my life without a net
And I'm just as addicted
To things I want but cannot get
And who am I to tell you
Where they leave off and I begin
I am the son of my father
I have his blood beneath my skin

Now my daddy was a gambler
So I have seen through that romance
And my brother, he's a junkie
So I will never dance that dance
But who am I to tell you
Where they leave off and I begin
I am the son of my father
Swore I'd never be like him
I am the son of my father
I have his blood beneath my skin


© words & music by Jim Patton (Independent Alligator Publishing Co) (ASCAP)
Track Name: Don't Say Goodbye
Don’t Say Goodbye

Heard you’re leaving town today
For a new and better life, well that’s ok
Toward thinner air and bluer skies
Just say so long
Don’t say goodbye

A wheel can turn without some spokes
But without the center, that wheel’s just broke
Now this old wheel’s been shot to hell
Don’t say goodbye
Say fare thee well

Now that red sun is setting strong
And I know, I know you must be moving on
500 miles before the dawn
Don’t say goodbye
Just say so long

Now my old friend, we’ve often been apart
Ah, but never, never, never in my heart
You wrote the words, I sang the tune
Don’t say goodbye
Say see you soon
I wrote the words, You sang the tune
Don’t say goodbye
Say see you soon
Just say so long
Don’t say goodbye
I’ll say fare thee well
Cause I don’t say goodbye

© words and music by Jim Patton and Frank Mirenzi (Independent Alligator Publishing Co) (ASCAP)