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Hot Sauce in Kitsap County

by Melanie Beth Curran

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jackbrummet If you like Americana, Bluegrass, and raucous humor, you may just love this album. It is without a doubt the most hyperlocal collection I've heard (check out the track listing), but you will enjoy it no matter where you live, because it translates across the country. Favorite track: A History of Seattle.
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1.
I remember well, the day you called me, And told me that the 305 park and ride was gone That they came in, with the yellow bulldozers Tell me where we gonna get another park and ride from now on I remember well the side of the road by the end of the bridge That’s where the folks would go to sell their cars There were boats and vans and old sedans from 1986 Tell me where we gonna get another park and ride like ours I remember well, the day my brother bought a Trooper From a man in a minivan with his daughter in tow And one time I bought a bus, from a Bremerton drummer Gave me cash for the title, and baby we were good to go I remember well the side of the road by the end of the bridge That’s where the folks would go to sell their cars There were boats and vans and old sedans from 1986 Tell me where we gonna get another park and ride like ours It was just a matter of time, til’ they widened the highway And turned the park and ride into a big turn lane So I try to hold my head up, put the past behind me But I know in my heart this road will never be the same I remember well the side of the road by the end of the bridge That’s where the folks would go to sell their cars There were boats and vans and old sedans from 1986 Tell me where we gonna get another park and ride like ours
2.
My heart is coated in Peterson’s topsoil Just the parts that nobody needs The bugs and the sticks, the rocks and the twigs And a couple of tumbleweeds It’s been so long since I sung a lovesong That I’m not really sure how one goes All the guys I meet, have boots on their feet And that’s about the only song I know I wish I could take you out driving Down the roads where I grew up We’d talk all about my landscaping days In the back of my pickup truck Then I’d take you down to Peterson’s topsoil Lay down on some debris And you wouldn’t mind, spending your time With a composted heart like me Let the radio blast out Let me fall asleep in the mud Let those flowers grow outta my chest For somebody to pluck up
3.
I’m singing this song, It’s time it was sung I’ve been putting it off for a while But it’s harder by now Cause the truth is so clear That I cry when I’m seeing you smile So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear And your tears cannot bind me anymore Farewell to the girl, with the sun in her eyes I’ll kiss you and then I’ll be gone Every time that I tried, to tell you that we’d Lost the magic we had at the start I would weep my heart When I look in your eyes And search once again for the spark So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear And your tears cannot bind me anymore Farewell to the girl, with the sun in her eyes I’ll kiss you and then I’ll be gone I can see by your eyes, that its time now to go So I’ll leave to you cry in the rain Though I held in my hand, the key to all joy Honey my heart was not born to be tamed So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear And your tears cannot bind me anymore Farewell to the girl, with the sun in her eyes I’ll kiss you and then I’ll be gone -TOM WAITS
4.
Hot sauce in Kitsap County Hot sauce in Kitsap County Hot sauce in Kitsap County And they wonder why I never go home They ain’t got my bottle They ain’t got my bottle They ain’t got my bottle And I ain’t gonna be treated this old way Some people like their liquor Some people like their meth Some people want their hot sauce More than the reaper wants death Hot sauce in Kitsap County Hot sauce in Kitsap County Hot sauce in Kitsap County And they wonder why I never go home
5.
7TH GREATEST DANCER IN THIS BAR You got them opiated junkie good looks And the money you made last year wasn’t on the books Big brown eyes, you’ve seen this wild world over Taught yourself how to hot wire a car You sleep alone tonight, you are your own true lover And you’re the seventh greatest dancer in this bar Big brown boots and your legs are sore from swimmin Seems like summer came earlier this year Before you know it, its back up north to do the fishing I catch you praying to the lord when you come back She’ll be here A man is just a man til’ he’s got blisters Calloused hands and something he can sell A set of wrenches when its time To screw something up And money in the bank when he’s got to run like hell A little money in the bank when he’s got to run like hell Opiated Won’t you call my name I’ll be there in the stars of Alaska The one that had this dance when you asked her The one that you kissed up on the pick up truck And oh, A man is just a man
6.
Well I got two trucks and a camo cap My baby by my side and a thirty rack I’m headed down the road I ain’t lookin back I’m in Jefferson county again Jefferson county again Hey Hey Jefferson County You’re the place to be, When I die won’t you line my coffin with that Real Tree Hey Hey, Jefferson County The place of my dreams When I die won’t you lay me down in my Wrangler jeans Stop to get a bit at Chimacum Café When a pretty little baby Chima-comes my way Got bad tattoos and a Chevrolet Gonna dance with you tonight Gonna dance with you tonight Hey Hey Jefferson County You’re the place to be, When I die won’t you line my coffin with that Real Tree Hey Hey, Jefferson County The place of my dreams When I die won’t you lay me down in my Wrangler jeans Well I got a spotty dog and a case of La Croix Nobody knows if I’m a girl or a boy Honky-tonking always brings me joy Going to the Hilltop tonight Gonna dance at the Hilltop tonight Hey Hey Jefferson County You’re the place to be, When I die won’t you line my coffin with that Real Tree Hey Hey, Jefferson County The place of my dreams When I die won’t you lay me down in my Wrangler jeans Drinkin a beer in a Naugahyde booth Singing along to Three chords and the truth Along comes my baby in the cowboy boots Gonna dance with you all night Gonna dance with you all night Hey Hey Jefferson County You’re the place to be, When I die won’t you line my coffin with that Real Tree Hey Hey, Jefferson County The place of my dreams When I die won’t you lay me down in my Wrangler jeans WRITTEN BY MELANIE CURRAN AND HEATHER LITTLEFIELD
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8.
KINGDOME WAS AN INSIDE JOB Well the kingdome was a stadium On the outskirts of town One day they imploded it, yeah they brought that mother down But the Kingdome, it was an inside job Yeah the kingdome, was an inside job If you look at the footage from the 1990’s You’ll see that’s no implosion That’s a conspiracy But the Kingdome, it was an inside job Yeah the kingdome, was an inside job Yeah they just dug a big hole And brought the kingdome down And there’s still guys in there Just walking around On the inside, of the dome They’re on the inside of the dome Hey TONY! Hey Tony. Now, you’re a working man. Said how much are you willing to pay for a beer and hotdog from a ball park hot dog stand- said two bucks? Maybe three with the beer? Well we still got those prices down here At the Kingdome Won’t you come around? Yeah the kingdome’s still here, it’s just underground.
9.
I never seen someone who could go as hard as you Taking lines of cocaine in the bar bathroom Singing karaoke beneath the July moon Don’t you know You look so funny? Lying half dead on the floor. And darling, the way you spend your money, Nobody knows that you’re poor Oh Seattle, take good care of your own Cloak the wicked with virtue Give your homeless a home I never seen someone with so many kinds of friends The boys and the girls and the transients They like you and you like me So let’s take another round for the city Where you know The rents are getting higher And you know You’re plumbing doesn’t work So come to my place for a shower Cause you know in here it doesn’t hurt Oh Seattle, take good care of your own Cloak the wicked with virtue Give your homeless a home
10.
Just watch the movie Streetwise. Thanks bye.

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Hot Sauce in Kitsap County is a bunch of songs about life in Kitsap, King and Jefferson counties in Western Washington, America. HS in KC was conceived to shed light on forgotten places, like the Seattle Kingdome, the 305 Park n' Ride and Peterson's Topsoil on Bainbridge Island. The album owes itself to the freakshows and wingnuts that reside in the honky tonk, old time and blue collar communities of Melanie Beth Curran's existence in and around Kitsap.

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released September 30, 2016

Melanie Curran: Words, Vocals, Banjo, Guitar & Piano
Dave Bolt: Fiddle, Mandolin, Stand-up Bass, Snare & Electric Guitar
Jon Pontrello: Pump Organ, Snare & Lead Guitar
Heather Littlefield, Backing Vocals, Lyrics on #6, Guitar & Drum

Juliette Wallace: Album Photography
Melanie Curran: Album Art

Recorded in tape, recording studio and microphone attached to computer in Kitsap, King and Jefferson Counties respectively.

THANKS IS OWED TO MANY
Jon Pontrello: For playing on & mixing songs in actual Seattle Studio
Dave Bolt: For shredding/recording and being my 'cousin'
Heather Littlefield: For making tape into file and perfect harmonies
Charlie Powers: For the tape recorder and mic and fixing my tire
Sierra Ferrell and Joe Fulton: For the CD burner
Matt Carrig: For the not so graphic graphic design
Andrew Dorsett: For teaching me that honky tonk piano thing
Dave Baker: For the use of that one cable
Peterson's Recycling and Garden Mulch Center: I loved you
Gabe Seaver: For the drum brushes
Hilltop Tavern: For nurturing the culture that gave me these songs
Pike Place Market: Teaching me to be loud at singing
Underground Tour: Teaching me how to be a tour guide
Mackenzie Stewart: Helping me find the blank CD's at Walmart
Kevin Curran: Telling me to put Parental Advisory thing on album
Sophie and Hannah: You are the ones

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Melanie Beth Curran writes country old time traditional american honky tonk folk music about places and people. She lives in New York City.

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