A Collection of Songs 2009 - 2011

by Hi Ho Silver, Away!

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I hate it when you go to a bands bandcamp and there are like a million albums. That and the fact that we don't really play most of these songs anymore made me decided just to put all of these old tracks together!


Tracks 1 - 6 Recorded in 2009 at Hudson Handel's house in La Quinta. Originally released as the "Small Victories" CDR and then as a cassette a few years later.

Tracks 7 - 9 Recorded in 2010 at Red Elephant Studios in Palm Desert. Originally released on a 7 inch when I was 20 years old and trying to figure out how to put out 7 inches.

Tracks 10 - 14 Recorded in 2011 also at Hudson Handel's house in La Quinta. Originally released as a Split CD with Quick Attack released by the now defunct Skulltula Records.

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released November 13, 2013

On these recordings Hi Ho Silver, Away! is:

Ignacio: Drums
Tyler: Bass
Nathan: Guitar
Johnny: Guitar / harmonica / accordion / lap slide

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Track Name: Regina
Michael's talking to God in the backseat on the car ride home. I know at that time he felt abandoned and alone. And you’re across the country in another state of mind, while I’m still over here feeling stuck in mine. And this year has gotten off to a fucking terrible start; regrets seem to pile up time after time. I say we just try to work these things out, but it’s difficult and I’m lost in a sea of self-doubt. But one thing that I’ve learned here is that being lost is the only way to get anywhere. /// We’re standing outside talking – there’s a little bit of shake in your voice. You’re trying to tell me some sad story in the middle of all this noise. But you could say anything forever; I just need to be lost in your words. And I won’t buy their nonsense; this is nothing anyone deserves. /// You know, this just doesn’t feel empowering anymore; nothing’s in the right place. And I feel like I’m constantly fucking up – I can tell by the look on your face. Oh, but things aren’t always so fucking clear. I know it’s hard to keep pushing forward without you here. /// But this is when I digress. I want to say some bullshit like I’ve tried my best, but you know as well as I do – I must confess I deserve all this stress. And it’s getting harder to unwind when you feel like you’re constantly losing your mind. I’ll try to claim what I think is rightfully mine. And that’s when everything we’ve worked for is left behind.
Track Name: Ben Loves Art
I’ve been having trouble thinking straight these days, and this can play out so many different ways. You always made things seem so urgent, so that I could never tell the difference. And I didn’t notice till you were passed out on the floor how much this all means, and how things aren’t really what they seem. /// But I know Ben loves art, and Michael loves to dance. So I think I’ll give this night one more chance. Being stuck wasn’t my intent. I’m just wondering where the fuck everybody went. /// He had a lie tattooed on his chest, completely motivated by self-interest. His bad attitude only outweighed by his lack of common sense, and it still doesn’t make a fucking difference. Because she’s still out there walking around. Each thought falls out of her head and onto the ground while this city doesn’t make a single fucking sound. And now we’re heading east on the west coast, just trying to follow these road signs home while my heart sinks like a stone. That apartment is stale and it’s cold. In just a couple months I watched you grow so old and now I just don’t know where to go. No, I just don’t know where to go.
Track Name: Jumping Ship
The sun is rising, and I’m just lying down. Talking with an old friend, wondering if that’s really how they feel about things now. And it doesn’t make sense how these things can change. I’m feeling lost again wondering why everyone has to act so strange. And we’re not on the same page; we’re not even in the same book. And things aren’t looking good, at least not from this outlook. And I try not to hold resentment at our strained friendship. I just didn’t think you’d be so quick to jump our sinking ship. /// And I don’t understand where this change of plans happened. I don’t know where you’re going with this. And I don’t recall when it mattered to you at all. It was always just lip service. And this new plan – time to grow up, be a man – well, it may be right for you but it just makes me sick. You know, this doesn’t feel right. I know we drank too much tonight. But I’m just crazy enough to believe I still have some fight in me yet. So I guess you can wish me luck, and you know you can look me up and give me a fucking phone call when you’re feeling nostalgic.
Track Name: 20 Miles Per Gallon
We’re driving home; the van is running on E. I’m just trying to keep Chad from passing out in the driver’s seat. And there’s eight different kids passed out asleep (I know that’s totally redundant; I have since changed it to “already asleep” but you know I can’t go back and re-record it) just giving us a look on how these things could be. And we may have looked like hell, but god knows we sang like it too, and we knew goddamn well exactly what we were going to do. And we were waiting on nothing, at all. Yeah, we were waiting on nothing at all. /// Dropping everyone off now; Chad asks if he can pull over to sleep. And I just sigh and smile – that sounds pretty fucking good to me. Waking up in the afternoon, sweat and booze lingers in the van. And I start the day laughing, too happy to begin to comprehend what it means, and how connected we all felt. We were struggling but we weren’t buying what they sold. And when I couldn’t see straight the blankets in the back kept me safe. And you were lying next to me with a smile on your face. /// But now you shake when you walk, you kind of stutter when you speak. You still lie next to me, more tense than free. And I’m just trying to figure out what it is you mean. And there were politicians making promises they didn’t intend to keep. I’m lying in my bed; I won’t even pretend I can sleep. I guess it’s the same old shit. The times are always changing on me.
Track Name: Aesthetics and Attitudes
I’ve taken some days and I’ve tried to think. It’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve had a drink. I’m trying to figure out what this town means to me. I’m doing the math in my head. It all adds up: if I stay here I’m good as dead, but I can’t leave without my best friend(s). Parting ways was not how this was supposed to end. /// I think you need to think this through; just think about all the damage we could do. You know, I don’t think that we quite knew what we were getting ourselves into. And I don’t think we were quite ready, always two steps ahead of everybody. So where does that leave us now? /// You know, we’re both feeling sick, more than we’d like to admit. And these lights are hurting my eyes as these cars drive by. And my bike’s got a flat; I’m stuck, don’t know where I’m at. And my heart’s beginning to pound as this whole fucking city falls down. /// You know, I’ll never forget this night, we’re all doing just fine. I’m finding it hard to breathe. You all mean so much to me. And I’ll admit that I’m wrong if you promise to come along. /// And I don’t know how time passed; I wanted to make this one last. But this fire is doing all right – we’re keeping warm for the night. The morning comes; we’ll think this through. Even though we don’t know what to do, I’d like to think I’d always have you.
Track Name: Dead Relatives
Oh, honestly, honesty is on the outs. And I’m just trying to siphon through all the shit that’s falling out your mouth. And I know you want to stand firm on this issue, but lord knows you have your doubts. I’ll just get back to you; you need to figure these things out. Your face was illuminated by a burning cigarette as we added up all your life’s accomplishments. And I’m just trying to keep up my head as I fall asleep in someone else’s bed. /// And I hope you motherfuckers choke on all the lies you spew. I hope one day the devastation you caused catches up with you. And don’t come back at me with that bullshit, I know I’m guilty too. I’m just trying to do the best that I can do. And Cohen sang us through the summer night, with Springsteen following close behind. So we can try to push this as far as we can. Then just maybe we can start to understand.
Track Name: We're Working On It
We're moving on, I'm tired of listening to everyone sing the same song. And I know there's a price to pay for these kinds of things and it won't come cheap. But our fathers were drunks, they were cowards and we believed every fucking lie they said. So you've got work, you've got to earn money. Get married, have kids, do what's expected. But I remember seeing my mother start to cry, when the bills and the payments got to high. You never have just what you need, you've got your own children to feed. So I guess we'd better get used to being on our own. There's always something there to remind that we're on the losing side , so I think it's about time for us to go. You know you're snoring behind me, talking in your sleep. You never get much rest anymore I know it's been a hard couple of weeks. But you finally let it settle after all these years. Once you realized that the worse was already here. But that bad taste in your mouth is a bit harder to make disappear, and I think they've made that abundantly clear. I still remember all the poetry that you spoke to me on those awful nights when we felt so fucking far away from everything. And I think that there is something to be said. About all the lies that we are fed. They stick with you like a voice inside your head, leading you towards a life that you dread. You told me everything I think I needed to hear. And we laughed and talked all night each word was so sincere. You know there is talk of getting around, but we seem to get tied down to the people here. But lets not make that mistake just one clean break we're in the clear.
Track Name: Compromise
This is one for the books, it was countless dishonest handshakes and chicken-shit dirty looks. And could we please just speak candidly? I think it'd be a change of pace to hear some honesty. And these kids don't appreciate a goddamn thing. They just take and take and never seem to notice the direction we're all heading. Completely stuck in the in-between. These days I live on paper. Notes, lists, and letters on how things can be better. I can't sleep most nights just up thinking about the days compromise. But it's nights like these that help me forget just how much I hate this fucking town. I always feel useless when I insist on something that everyone seemed to miss. I feel desperate in the back seat so can you do me a favor and just keep driving?. And we'll let the gas stations serve as reminders of our destinations. We'll work hard throughout the night. Yeah we'll try to buy ourselves a little time, but if you want the truth I never had the spine to ever say what was really on my mind. But I guess we're doing just fine.
Track Name: Fuck This (PA) System!
I was open to suggestion when a preference was made known. Staring at the exit knowing it was time to go. Disenchanted making my way towards the door, out to the street where I came in from before. And I watched two people hold each other tight as they waited for the bus to arrive I was barley awake I was barely alive. Standing in silence in the middle of the night. And I felt ashamed during the wait. Because I couldn't even relate to their shared trust I just kept my mouth shut and got on the bus. And as the neon lights went by I made the call to apologize for my actions and how this situation turned out. And if who we are is strictly ascertained by who and what we oppose and the complexities of our personalities become something no one knows. Then how the fuck do we expect anything to go from here? We get so caught up in politics that we forget to be sincere. And it's just how we expected it to be everything that we wanted everything that we need is just outside of our arms reach. So, if pressed for a response I'll say I don't give a shit I'll be content with who I am content with who I'm with. And I'll never let go of it.
Track Name: You Know About Stag Beetles?? (Quick Attack)
BY QUICK ATTACK

Bad scene at the age of fifteen, cold sweat at your parents’ house. My hand moved too close, but that’s not what it’s about. I’ve got the worst suspicion, so bad you would not believe. Two years of awful luck can fuck your self-esteem. But if you let me I could be somebody different that you might like more than me.

Now I’m falling over my intentions just as I am prone to do, but I really don’t know what I want if I can’t just have you.

I spoke around the things I meant, tried for mysterious. Third-person pronouns always made things worse for us. You tried to get it, to your credit; you said, “It’s like I always knew.” That’s never hard to say, but it’s easier for you. And when you let me try to be somebody different, was some part of you laughing?

I know that we are young and I’ll regret this when I’m through, but I really don’t know what I want if I can’t just have you.
Track Name: Argentina Should Have Won the World Cup
Eighteen hours away from home, driving through a town I've never seen before. And you're passed out next to me. We're making good time - I've got someone I need to meet. And I read the message hidden in the spine of the tape; it said "I'll see you soon, I miss you already." And now it's four o'clock in the morning, and I'm just trying to hold the steering wheel steady. And it's a lonely conversation held in the backseat of a van. I'm just calling to tell you I miss you and that we shouldn't try to pretend that these situations don't kill us, because that would be a lie. But at the same time I don't think you or I know any other means to survive. And you talked about perseverance, but I was too stubborn to believe. Because the fact still remains you're just so much stronger than me. And I can read this highway like an open book; its crosses on the side of the road just reminders of the lives it took. I'm waiting on the sun to rise because once it does it's your turn to finish this drive. We're heading back to the town from which we came - back to California, back to the place that gave me my name. And once we do I've got debts to pay, countless people to apologize to and promises to make. And we know that we are wrong, but we just keep moving along.
Track Name: Shred the Gnar
Shred the Gnar:


This night has taken a lot away from me. And this really isn't how I expected things to be. And I'll try to write it down in case I forget just what was said during the course of the night's events. So now I'm writing a letter addressed to the university you attend while I'm still here in the town you and I both grew up in. And all I want is for this to be immediate - I want to believe what we say, and say it like we mean it. And this may be a stab in the dark, but can we make sure this doesn't end before it even starts? And can we please open our ears, and listen to something other than the beer? And can we drop all the bullshit we know isn't fucking important? And then maybe we can make things better, and be proud that we did it together.
Track Name: 20 Miles Per Gallon (QA Split)
We're driving home; the van is running on E. And I'm just trying to keep Chad from passing out in the driver's seat. And there's eight different kids already asleep, just giving us a look on how these things could be.

And we may have looked like hell, but god knows we sang like it too. And we knew goddamn well exactly what we were going to do. And we were waiting on nothing at all. Dropping everyone off now; Chad asks if he can pull over to sleep. And I just sigh and smile - that sounds pretty fucking good to me. Waking up in the afternoon; sweat and booze LINGER in the van. And I start the day laughing, too happy to begin to comprehend what it means, and how connected we all felt. We were struggling, but we weren't buying what they sold. And when I couldn't see straight the blankets in the back kept me safe. And you were lying next to me with a smile on your face. But now you shake when you walk, you kinda stutter when you speak. You still lie next to me, more tense than free, and I'm just trying to figure out what it is you mean. And there were politicians making promises they didn't intend to keep. I'm lying in my bed; I won't even pretend I can sleep. I guess it's the same old shit. Everything's always changing on me.
Track Name: Sand for Sandbags
Well, I might regret this in the morning, but sometimes sleep just has to wait. I just hope that when I get to work no one expects me to stay awake. And I know it's been hard through the past year, but honestly when is it ever not? And for what it's worth I just hope you stay next to me, dear, and forgive me for all the promises I forgot. But if you pick up more hours I will promise to do the same, and we'll keep on trying to find different ways to afford the things we love and keep ourselves sane. But if you're in then I have no problem. I can wait. And I hate these lonely drives home, it's strange what you think about when you're alone. Like, life isn't comprised of ideologies, or romantic lines told to us in books and songs. So yeah, I'll work for my paycheck, written out to me with a sense of resentment. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel some shame with it. But honestly I don't have to justify shit. And these were the decisions we swore we'd never make, like being with the people you love but working a job that you hate. And I know it's about time and place, but honestly each second is killing me; I can't stand the wait.