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Plans Gang Aft Agley

by Jim Patton & Sherry Brokus

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1.
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
2.
Aliceanna St 04:07
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)
3.
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)
4.
Finest Hour 03:03
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)
5.
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)
6.
27 Voices 02:52
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)
7.
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)
8.
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)
9.
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)
10.
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)
11.
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)
12.
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)

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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 released “Collection 2008-2018” and it went to #12 on the Folk-DJ Charts in Feb. 2020. 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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