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Washboard Confessional

by Alie Sin

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1.
Alan, le cowboy 03:42
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I always wanted to be a cowboy I’m pretty far from Texas… But close to this barley wine Ain’t got no v8 truck No damn spurs on my boots I ain’t got no cowboy roots But i got a lonesome heart Always wanted to be a cow boy Ain’t got no cow boy roots But I got a cow boy heart (x2) Ain’t got no cow boy roots Ain’t got no cow boy roots But I got a cow boy heart But I got a cow boy heart (x2)
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St-Rock Outlaws 03:09
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I was born in Saint Rock city, 1980 In years of great depression, my mother did her best To raise her three boys buying cheap bread and cigarettes With the little money our fathers had left We couldn’t had no toys, no candies, no clothes and no fun So we started selling things and stealing some I was stuck in this cold and snowy desert When I found my first and only bicycle, I wish I’d left Since this day I’ve dreamt of leaving further west And here I am Standing at the bar A short crawling distance from the house where I was born So little gall Won’t you dance with me? Tonight, I need someone to set me free Years later my brothers stole radios Uncle Joey brought my mother garbage bags and kitchen scales While Cousin Mike was collecting the cans Well, the kinfolks did whatever they had to do Got my first job at fifteen, convicted at 21 Life’s like pulling teeth and I ain’t got no dental plan (Lisa needs braces) And here I am Standing at the bar A short crawling distance from the house where I was born So little gall Won’t you dance with me? Tonight, I need someone to set me free And here I am Standing at the bar A short crawling distance from the house where I was born So little gall Won’t you dance with me? Tonight, I need someone to set me free (x2)
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Dry Smoked Meat 02:52
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Well, you promised the judge to be a good pet Purring and begging for food and some rest But here comes midnight, your cozy cage is now open Howlin’ at moonlight, ‘cauz you’re scared of sunburns There’s a one-eyed dog, can’t see the bright side of life All the love and the trust that might well save his ass There’s a kodiak and a cat but there ain’t gonna be a fight ‘Cauz they’re part of the same pack The bars were golden, the animals have fled The taste of freedom, a feast of boredom They had their last meal, but time goes fast The bets are open: how long will they last? I saw this ladybird with some rings under her eyes A cold turkey, a few feathers, scared of the winter When I talked to her, she said it won’t be long By X-Mass, she’ll be gone. She never moved a inch. Like everyone who’s scared to end up alone You need friends to make this long run But when you’re crossing the bridge And are fading the lights of the city You know who is your closest enemy
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Mississippi Jane 04:22
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Well, I broke my wings a couple of times But I can’t say I’m worried If I can’t make a straight line I still can fly from A to B And if the places I land Are anything but safe Bring me to the magic fountain You won’t hear me complain Oh misery can find you When you’re 6 feet underground I always dig my share of crazy troubles When it’s hope I’m looking for… Fast lane to love… Another night being drunk and lame I can’t recall my name But if God can’t recognize my shitface He won’t judge how I behave 1-2-3 shots 4 on the rocks I thought that I could win this game But Fuck! Here comes Mississippi Jane! Oh misery can find you When you’re 6 feet underground I always dig my share of crazy troubles When it’s hope I’m looking for Fast lane to love… Slow ride to hell She’s a fast lane to love But a slowride to hell! (x 4)
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Le blues d'la coke 03:09
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Un bon matin pendant qu’j’fesais ma ronde Pris une shot de coke, j’ai tué ma blonde J’suis r’tourné chez moi pour aller m’recoucher J’ai caché mon beau 44 sous l’oreiller L’Lendemain matin j’ai repris mon gun Une autre shot de coke pour garder la forme J’ai couru de mon mieux, mais j’suis pas Ben Johnson Ils m’ont r’trouvé à Shawinnigan Nord, saoul mort Dans l’truck de police où j’ai dégrisé L’gros maillet d’la SQ planté sur moé Y m’a dit ton vrai nom c’est pas Elvis Presley Tu t’appelles Steeve pis ta femme git dans le fossé Oh oui que oui mon nom c’est Steeve-David Si t’as pas d’mandat, tu travailles d’l’vide Ok, je l’ai tuée parce qu’a m’empêchait de boire Pis d’jouer au bowling avec mon bon chum Gérard Quand ils m’ont pris j’avais un hood de loup Des pants Champion pis une calotte Fubu Gérard avait pas d’cash pour payer la caution J’ai essayé l’lave-glace, mais ça goûtait pas bon Le lendemain matin à neuf heures et demie J’ai vu l’gardien qui avait pris un peu pris En s’frottant l’nez, m’dit t’es pas sorti d’icitte Ramène ton cul terreux tu vas tâter d’la bite Le juge a dit qu’j’en aurais pour 100 ans J’savais qu’en la tuant, j’prendrais longtemps J’me dit qu’au bout du compte, man, ça valait la peine J’oublierai jamais le jour qu’j’ai plombé cette sale chienne Après le verdict, je me sentais libéré J’mréveille chaque jour avec des œufs brouillés J’ai jamais eu ça du temps que j’étais marié La meilleure place au monde c’est le pénitencier…. Morale de l’histoire C’est que quand tu te fais chier Prends d’la coke, tues ta femme Pis vient m’retrouver!
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Texas Roads and Louisiana Swamps 02:15
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We’re not travelers We never went much far But tonight, cherry darling We’re not heading for the bar I’ve never stolen a car But here’s a gift for you Let’s drive the winter Until we get through We need palm trees Deserts and bayous For the next month Cheap motels will be our home We’re hitting Texas roads and Louisiana swamps Light that cigarette And wipe the sweat Roll down your window And turn up the radio Hank Williams on our way And Lee Dorsey in our hearts There should be a rule to prevent fools from fallin’ in love Miles and miles of Texas And a bull tattoo Pretending this is the place where we belong We come from Texas roads and Louisiana swamps (x2) Hank Williams on our way And Lee Dorsey in our hearts There should be a rule to prevent fools from fallin’ in love Miles and miles of Texas And a bull tattoo Pretending this is the place where we belong We come from Texas roads and Louisiana swamps (x4)
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El reno tornado 03:19
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The weather was great A cool breeze without rain Until we had to run run run We only had a loonie Looking for some eagles, baby We’re gonna have some fun fun fun Just Like Bonnie and Clyde on a loose You Know all new born lovers are fools “No, I didn’t load the shotgun So, why d’you pull the trigger?” Now, we run run run run run Just Like Bonnie and Clyde on a loose You Know all new born lovers are fools “No, I didn’t load the shotgun So, why d’you pull the trigger?” Now, we run run run run run We’re just 2 miles from the borders And the sun is roasting our shoulders Is that hell? What they call Mexico. Well you almost shot a man in Reno Now you ask me to forgive you Is that my wife or the devil by my side? The weather was great A cool breeze without rain Until we had to run run run run run run run run ruuunnnnn…
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Johnny & June 04:06
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Hid myself where I couldn’t be found kept my head high, my pride locked underground Your eyes that shined like neon lights… They stared at your gambling hands You rolled the dice well, you won, my friend There’s nothings else we wanted to be Than lovers in this land of free… Well it’s so much easier to say “I love you” Stuck between empty pockets and a broken nose We were the next Johnny and June But Cash had money for his honeymoon Let’s drive until the next dead end… ‘Keep wearing these glasses you gave me But Pink always looked prettier on you And here in Brownsville Things get clear Green clouds are feeding all our fears Well it’s so much easier to say “I love you” Stuck between empty pockets and a broken nose Is this love a losing game Or a sorry dual with so little to gain? As the wind blew the dirt I held the gun but you shot first : “Nah you’ve never had me In this mirage where the sun revolves around you” “I don’t need no pity, honey Cause money will free me more than you do” Well it’s so much easier to say “I love you” Stuck between empty pockets and a broken nose Stuck between how you wanted it and how the story goes…
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Rock n Roll is dead to me 03:22
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2:30 on a Tuesday night Trough my broken window, I see the flashing lights You say you don’t love me no more (And I think we’ve agreed on this before) Don’t call me up, I’ll be at the bar Tonight, you’re leaving me for good There’s so many things we should have understood Please don’t try to send me letters (You know I’m not much of a reader) Don’t hope for any kiss and goodbyes The lights are out The juke box’s off Please get away Pick up your stuff You won’t have no second chance I’ve had enough of your little dance Well put your dress on Comb your hair Ride other cowboys I don’t care You might head to Memphis, Tennessee This rock and roll is dead to me And I’m going back (Not going back) To Louisiana (x4)

about

In 2016, after traveling across the southeastern US, Alie Sin decided to switch to a more stated country formula, paying homage to some of their main influences. Noémie Bédard (percussion) and Jonathan Aubin (drums, ex-Maggoty Brats) then joined the band which went back to the studio at the end of 2018 to record songs that fully capture that lonesome whisky spirit.

The new album, called “Washboard Confessional”, features plenty of collaborations with artists/friends from Quebec city’s scene (Damn the Luck, The Maggoty Brats, Melvis and the Jive Cats and Margaret Tracteur).

credits

released April 20, 2019

On this album, Alie Sin is :

Gab : Acoustic & electric guitars, vocals
Pea : Tenor guitar, keys, harmonica & vocals
Roach : Upright bass & vocals
Noémie : Tambourine, washboard & vocals
Jonathan : Drums

Other sinners :

Gab Tracteur Bégin : banjo on 1-2, kazoo on 5, vocals on 9
Antoine Doré : banjo on 5-7
Mel Lancet : vocals on 8-9
Pat Maggot : vocals on 7

Recorded and mixed in Quebec city by André Pepin between July and December 2018
Mastered by Nick Tremblay

Artwork by Carolanne Fournel
Photo by Karo Morin
© 2019

Contact : alie.sin.quebec@gmail.com

Merci / Thx : Gab Bégin, Antoine Doré, Mel Lancet, Pat Maggot, André Pepin, Carolanne Fournel, Joe Vickers, Karoline Morin, Sam Lavallée, Frank Angoisse, Xavier WT, Max et Mary Kate, Nancy, Marie Eve, Loup-William Théberge, Dj Punk Ass Bed, Cold Folks, Audio/Rocketry, River Jacks, The Maggoty Brats, Damn The Luck, Jon Creeden, Hopera, le Knock-Out, la Nouvelle-Orléans, Clepsydre, Soldat Lebrun.

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Alie Sin first hit the scene in 2007 with a folk & punk sound.The shape-shifting trio has since released 3 albums and played more than a hundred venues across Quebec, Canada and Louisiana. In 2016, they decided to switch to a more stated country formula. They went back to the studio to record "Washboard confessional", an album that fully captures that lonesome whisky spirit & will be out in 2019 ... more

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