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  1. We Hate You

From the recording Leaving Key Member Clause

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Leaving Key Member Clause Liner Notes


Title: Leaving Key Member Clause


Artist: David Lowery

Catalog PAT2020-1
pitch-a-tent records

Song Titles
1. Europass (5:37)
2. We Hate You (3:14)
3. Everybody Get a F****** Day Job (2:18)
4. Leaving Key Member Clause (3:15)
5. Piney Woods (6:08)
6. Let it Roll Down That Hill (3:01)
7. Pretty Girl from Oregon Hill (3:31)
8. Father Sons and Brothers (4:59)

Produced and Recorded by Velena Vego and David Lowery
1,2,3,7 Mixed by Drew Vandenberg
4,5,6,8 Mixed by David Lowery
Additional recording by Bryan Howard
Mastered by Jason NeSmith at Chase Park Transduction
All songs written by David Lowery
Bicycle Spaniard Music (BMI)
© and Ⓟ 2020 David Lowery
Management: Velena Vego Management, VelenaVego@gmail.com
Booking: Jerry Lima, Madison House, Jerry@madison-house.com
Artwork by Jeremy Fetzer <insert information>

pitch-a-tent records PAT2021-1

This is the second in a series of albums that are autobiographical. This mostly covers the period 1989 to 1996. I do this not so much to tell my story but also tell the stories of others who have shared their lives with me. This is a limited edition of 1,000 CDs. Please do not make copies or upload to SoundCloud, YouTube, etc. Think small. Ubiquity is overrated.

Released Jan 1st 2021

Performed by David Lowery and the COVID 8. All backing musicians were paid union scale. However, if you feel so inclined you may tip the musicians. Paypal or Venmo is listed below.

Leith Fleming-Smith: Organ (Track 8) PayPal: leithfs@gmail.com
Bryan Howard: Bass and electric guitar. Venmo: @Bryan-Howard-bjh
Jeremy Lawton: Organ and piano (Track 4)
David Lowery: Vocals, guitar, tambourine and banjo
Luke Moller: String arrangements, fiddle, violin, viola, cello. Venmo: @Luke-Moller
Carlton Owens: Drums. Venmo: @Carlton-Owens-2
Matt “Pistol” Stoessel: Pedal steel. Venmo: @Pistolpedalsteel
Velena Vego: Hand claps, castanets, percussion and vocals



























Lyrics

We Hate You

We really hate your guts
and we will never be your friend
again

We really hate your guts
and we will never be your friend again

It’s a bright April morning
looking out at the Baltic Sea
Swedish drunks are heaving
over the rails

I’m headed down to duty free
to buy some cigarettes
hazelnut chocolate from
Germany

We really hate your guts
and we will never be your friend
again

We really hate your guts
and we will never be your friend again

The ship put in at Malmö
what an ugly Swedish town
as if to make the point
a seagull crapped on the van

I know you think I’m an asshole
a thankless taskmaster
you could have stayed home in
Santa Cruz smoking weed

We really hate your guts
and we will never be your friend
again

We really hate your guts
and we will never be your friend again

When we arrived Sundsvall
you thought the hotel not good enough
I lost my shit
and clearly took things too far

Played one last show in Örebro
blue off the UK dates
you put your tail between your legs
and headed back to Santa Cruz

We really hate your guts
and we will never be your friend
again

We really hate your guts
and we will never be your friend again