Cloud Machine

by Small Time Napoleon

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released May 15, 2015

Dan Hardin: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Jeff Thomas: Vocals, Electric Guitar
Dave Neill: Bass, Vocals
Ryan Fowler: Drums, Percussion

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Small Time Napoleon Louisville, Kentucky

Small Time Napoleon has been described as “a mad science blend of western swing, hot jazz, and folk” by Insider Louisville’s Kyle Ware. Their live shows are intimate and natural while remaining energetic. Their combination of swing-era influence with modern inclinations has driven them to a sound and style that is both new and old and wholly their own. ... more

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Track Name: Boring Little Play
Over in the corner there’s this boring little play
a pair pretending they are there defending honor
something’s bumped from his finger tips, the jukebox starts to sing

An old man at the bar tells himself, “I don’t hear a thing”
but as the tune picks up its horns, he pictures her and sings along
and though he doesn’t know it now, he’s unable to stop

Don't let it slip away

Pleased with his selection the bar-man settles in
He sees a young thing crawling for some rolling gold that’s flattening
A drunkard turns with his left hook tight, he slurs his words and he bares his right
coincidence is in full effect here, the jukebox starts to disconnect till
The old man becomes the soundtrack and to his tune the scene turns black

Don't let it slip away
Track Name: Sucker For A Tomboy
Always was a sucker for a button-down tomboy
two black one white and one blue
he says, " you look familiar", she pretends he doesn't notice
pretending aint so far from the truth

cut up from the beginning oh and neither team is winning
what makes the distance so compelling, where's the sense in it

shell shock and diesel, can't you feel that locomotive
cutting them rails, laying down tracks
a shot at once a million and you know you shouldn't blow it baby
but everybody feels just what you lack

straight up you didn't know it, you takes these lines and you blow it
you lose your questions in the answers and your turn around

you aint been working on no railroad, its all been lies from the get go
you'll learn your lesson as it sets in, no more hand me downs

always was a sucker you knew you shouldn't touch her
one black one white and what you shouldn't do
Track Name: Sex and Trainwrecks
All is fair in love and sex and trainwrecks
Aspirin and Alka Seltzer help the wine
I'm not gonna be the king of anything
If I could just quit thinking, I'd be fine

Same old brown paper-sack romance
New shoes at the old spot downtown
I'm going down to the salvation army to get the respect i deserve
If you know what I mean

All is fair in love and sex and trainwrecks
Aspirin and Alka Seltzer help that wine
I'm not gonna be the king of anything
If I could just keep drinking I'd be fine

Remember the night on the roof top
Holding in smoke waiting it down to see that girl
Life must be hard for that girl out there surrounded
Oh that girl, oh she's out there surrounded
always cutting them down

All is fair in love and sex and trainwrecks
All is fair in love and sex and trainwrecks
All is fair in love and sex and all is fair in love and sex and trainwrecks
All is fair in love and sex and trainwrecks
Track Name: Maybe
I should like to know, how’s the weather
is the cloud machine still painting cars and swinging its sledge hammer?
I’ve begun to think, that I’ve survived this long
not by fate or winning genes nor blind luck of the draw

It appears I may be God. I need to test the waters, but I know I can walk

That being said worst things are judged of me
In my defense women in my life all carry the name Mary
I won't protest not while the food's still free
Though they've started asking for my blood like I was serving grenadine

It appears I may be God. I haven’t died yet and that feels like a lot

I outstretch my hand
and give unto them a small gift
Not of power, gold, or land
But I can bless the coffee
And I control the tv
I consider this my calling
To be hailed for my healing

I should like to know, who’s the weather
Is the cloud machine still calling cards and swinging my sledge hammer?

It appears I may be God. I need to test the waters, but I know I can walk

I outstretch my hand
and give unto them a small gift
Not of power, gold, or land
But I can bless the coffee
And I control the tv
I consider this my calling
To be hailed for my healing
Track Name: Airship
Good evening on the Airship
Guitars tuning up on deck
Picking up that easy triple sway

Lady won't you move right here
spin around and swing that skirt
girl put your hips on shuffle play

Dance baile dance señorita
me encanta, como mueves tus caderas
dance baile dance linda niña
me encanta como mueves como mueves

Seven up found jesus
jumped off that reefer train
picking up that cheap slap steel repeat

anyone could notice
your window shopping strut
downtown with the spanish eyes on the street

Dance baile dance señorita
me encanta, como mueves tus caderas
dance baile dance linda niña
me encanta como mueves como mueves
Track Name: Anita
Oh no the waves are coming, see them carry a quiet warning
Lets drop the raft and row
What is a family secret, if we can never get our feet wet
Lucky for us there's a hole, in the boat
Anita what a pretty circle

Squeeze close your ghost stories, quote a verse if it stops your worrying
but keep clear my throat
How many children are you, I see three but that seems too few
I could have sworn there were more maternity clothes
Isn't it interesting how these things tend to grow
Anita what a pretty circle

turn your head while you
drown me in the water you are walking on

Well your surviving daughter, has a taste for holy water
You've made just the right kind of mold
She's married big like you did, if we're lucky she'll have three kids
but she'll never know how close to dispose
Had she come before the plan arose
Anita what a pretty circle
Track Name: Packed
February’s coming fast, all those kids know what will happen
All the lights outside your door, wont forget if you wont let them
hear them come up stairs, all dressed up for music

No one says she reads his mind, she can't help but pay attention
Only making up the time, just some question of detachment
And when she turns her head, the boys all act so tough

but if I sing to you…would you talk to me

Come the time for pulling strings, you only falling for the changes
How much longer till we break, oh babe I wish we could have happened
And then she’s crawling up your spine, but you’re holding out for love

but if I sing to you…would you talk to me

but if I sing to you…would you talk to me
Track Name: Sound In Your Head
Just a sound in your head, tug a tickle from the edge of your memory
A tap on the shoulder, a dance and you’re older, better do as your told till it’s over

One more silent bet, you better watch what you wish for
you know how the weather can’t make up her mind any more, I never go out at night unescorted

You know you never meant for this to go no where
Go ahead and call me out for looking at my hands

What you found in your bed, bitter spatters on the halls of recollections
words that get spoken such sly little tokens, what did you do when you found out you were broken

You know you never meant for this to go no where
Go ahead and call me out for falling through with plans

it's just a handful of red
i heard a whistle
did a little bird told
me?
commenced to singing, or mentioned a secret
those things you whispered, yes, you knew they would believe it
or in another's words you know you oughta leave it
but as you're so inclined, you'll choose the disagreement
because it's just a little sound in your head
Track Name: Golden Noise
Talk about some golden noise
tag along with bigger boys
I don't care what they say
I am not leaving till its over, leave me till its over, believe until its over

Never thought of coming clean
ticker tape and benzadrime
everyday is a joyride
I am not leaving till its over, leave me till its over, believe me until its over

But half of the time, some drunken punchline
hang your head, go to bed
gotta get up tomorrow, get up tomorrow

Used to clear an easy grand
long before I turned a man
point blank in the spot light
I am not leaving till its over, leave me till its over, believe me until its over

But half of the time, some drunken punchline
hang your head, go to bed
gotta get up tomorrow, get up tomorrow, tomorrow
Track Name: Sewn To The Wall
A short walk through the dark down to Broadway
Think I'll choose my room
And watch these figures bend through the glass to the hall way
Some shapes sown to the wall by the moon
Watch them dance and see them spin

A fast break in the silence is louder
When you’re out of tune
This floor won't go silent with out you
It will let some new band swing through
And they will dance and they will sing

Sitting still it can kill you, but run and you’ll lose your head
Its like keeping time for the clock, its a cheap trick for idle hands
you can watch it dance and you can let it spin

Sitting still it can kill you, but run and you’ll lose your head
Its like keeping time for the clock, its a cheap trick for idle hands
This storm can blow in
I have my plane in the air and it's learning
Time is at most just a tailwind you can watch it dance you can let it spin

He will cry, ”had the doors not been locked”
And if not for his geography
He would fly to the peaks of these mountain tops
But for now he sells cars to the streets
he can dance and he can spin

Sitting still it can kill you, but run and you’ll lose your head
Its like keeping time for the clock, its a cheap trick for idle hands
You can watch it dance you can let it spin
Break the dam let the water in
Have the cat count its lives again
Track Name: Trinkets And Steam
Hurry up
What are we waiting for?
Lonely just praying
For nothing to say
Never enough
Who do you take me for?
Sporting the favorite
Betting a fake

Overheard
Let fly the messenger
One for you better few
Madder the mind
Only words
Making you heavier
Slick with ill residue
Scattered in time

Breathe in the babble
Reject ancient fantasy
Kneel to your candle
Can you feel it happening?
Defenseless or addled
Earnestly, how we pretend

Nerve and spark
Strangled in latitude
Remember who's watching you
Trinkets and steam
Pitch and start
Flirting with absolutes
Something from nothing
Fact or belief
Track Name: Rorschach Test
I’m impressed you knew that much from a rorschach test
most people choose the blindfold over the vest
I knew you’d slip backwards if time allowed
Impulse is your backbone and emotion your shroud

So fall to the symptoms that breed swine and sweat
There sits the enlightenment and how close you did get
But tell me your sign, it will add a lot
When you sell your story for a walk-on part

All sales are final was it not made clear
This ink stains eternal I used to hear
All sailors follow voices until they are swallowed

Men are unproven as their sight suggests
Blind past their forearms and dumb without their fists
How cold is the universe, how dark the abyss
How deep is the river, how high the cliffs

All sales are final was it not made clear
This ink stains eternal I used to hear
All sailors follow voices until they are swallowed

All sales are final was it not made clear
This ink stains eternal I used to hear
All sailors follow voices until they are swallowed

I’m impressed you knew that much from a rorschach test
Track Name: Me And Mary Magdalene
Me and Mary Magdalene walk down on the bank
Talking with our hands in our coats
We stand so close and the wind is so cold
These are the nights when it happens

All the sinners come down with their money tucked in
Hear them shift workers grown in the dark
With skin on skin and a pocket full of pills
Things that a grown man should know

Me and Mary Magdalene old here bumping this grind
Shadows on black water chilled in the scrips of the night
You been playing it soft out the corner of your eye
Lean back your shoulders and laugh

But then wake up from dreaming
Look around the room for you
But then I wake up from dreaming
She aint there she ain't there you ain't there

I been drinking whiskey But this devil don't care
And this dirty old river don't listen
On the militant roll I want to work for the railroads
But me and Mary mag go back a long way

Me and Mary Magdalene walk down on the bank
Talking with our hands in our coats