Estranged Angel Highway

by Nate Porter

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released January 11, 2019

produced by max citron and nate porter.
dinner by matthew longoria.
All songs written by nate porter.
Nate porter-vocals, acoustic and electric guitars, piano
Joe Miller’s drums
Lucas Lorang- classical guitar, synth and piano
Max citron- bass and synth
Lauren porter-backing vocals
Dan porter- vocals on ramblin son
Mike Bommarito - trombone
Ryan Imboden - trumpet


Cover artwork by basseck mankabu
lettering by gary longoria

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Track Name: all along the river
house full of mad heads,
a garden of strange,
the change in the season,
the pushing of days,
they said that they loved you,
she said she could change,
now the rain falls down almost everyday..

you predicted the moment,
how you knew it would come,
dead as a doornail,
your hammered and spun,
the merman is babbling,
the dogs on the run,
does anything change with the setting of suns..

all along the river she goes walking,
smiling and singing and talking to no one,
and all along the river he goes with her,
as the trees whisper and give her dead flowers falling..

a house in a hallway,
its rooms all a lust,
who dusted these diamonds,
questioned who you trust,
did you work all day long,
to find out its a bust,
just to wake to the stage just to do what you must..

so much for the long haul,
the sapphires been sold,
temptation has tricked you,
the spirits grown cold,
suppose you were sunshine,
suppose you were old,
suppose all of those thoughts in your mind were gold..

all along the river she goes walking,
smiling and singing and talking to no one,
and all along the river he goes with her,
as the trees whisper and give her dead flowers falling..

in the ghetto a meadow,
a flock of scared doves,
in the hills theres a widow,
who thinks of her love,
who died on the fault line,
descended to above,
oh to carry the weight or to bury the bones..

all along the river she goes walking,
smiling and singing and talking to no one,
and all along the river he goes with her,
as the trees whisper and give her dead flowers falling..
Track Name: johnny
johnny was an outlaw man,
rode his horse over the sand,
stoney ground and rattlesnakes,
everyday was make or break,
johnny had what it takes,
to make a break or rob a bank,
he'll raise the stakes and clear the place,
with a single wave of his ace of spades..

lamy was a mining town,
johnny stopped to have a round,
theres the sheriff of the place,
he recognized johhnys face,
no drinks were laid,
no games were plaid,
the cigars burned,
no laughter heard,
distant and a bit absurd,
the crying of the desert bird..

breaks away when the deed is done,
on horseback in the setting sun,
golden hour outlaw man,
steel hip deadly hand,
a dusty booted peter pan,
fades in the the western land..

shoot the moon johnny..
Track Name: no name lane
strange jane and bobby plain,
lived at the end of no name lane,
with out a blame they were feeling no pain,
with nothin to lose and nothin to gain,
on the edge of the rocker at the brink of insane,
in a ramshackle house that almost kept out the rain,
they lived out some of there days at the end of no name lane..

well one day strange jane said to bobby plain,
honey what you reckons on the other side of the range,
he scratched his head and he rearranged,
the belt on his jeans and he jangled his change,
i don't suppose i could really say,
it seems so very far away,
we'd have nothin to eat and where would we stay,
well how do you know it would be that way,
was strange janes challenge to the bobby plain..

so the day came when they left for the range,
on the wings of the wind you could feel the change,
the silver shone in the falling rain,
there hearts were joined in joy and pain,
a feeling simply hard to explain,
strange and distant diving cranes,
as the hawks soared high over the plains,
the day that strange jane and bobby plain left for the distant range..

and no name lane was never the same again..
Track Name: ramblin son
his mother was a lover,
of a christian nature,
his father was a teacher,
of good old fashion labor,
it happened a little while stranger now,
he's the rambling son..

rambling man,
with a dream for a plan,
finding luck and love,
drifting across the land..

his sister was a savoir,
a mystic living lady,
his brother was a captain,
he was not a sailor,
it happened a little while stranger now,
he's the rambling son..

rambling man,
with a dream for a plan,
finding luck and love,
drifting across the land..

his grandma was a butterfly,
she been that way since the day buck died,
grandad an old buck deer,
see him chasing maggie through the sky,
he felt that there was nothin left to try,
now he's the rambling son..

rambling man,
with a dream for a plan,
finding luck and love,
drifting across the land..
Track Name: smoke glowin grin
must we remain,
unaware of the dream,
silenced in our screams,
redeemed by the glory,
of sights unseen..

let us share the refrain,
serenade the scene,
drown in the surrean,
revealed in the likeness,
like a puddle in a stream..

so thats not what you meant it,
like everything else in these rooms,
the angels they spoke on the stairs,
of the demon's smoke glowin grin..

i just called to remind you,
of everything,
the blood in the streets,
how drunk are these vampires,
who drink from the scene..

set down your tele,
set sails towards the free,
the now is a fleet,
the tides hides an elephant,
with skyscrapers for feet..

so thats not what you meant it,
like everything else in these rooms,
the angels they spoke on the stairs,
of the demon's smoke glowin grin..

sit on your hands,
stand on your ears,
drift through the years,
to the edge of a tall ledge,
go toss off your fears..

emptiness is waiting,
your rushing to be,
vast as the sea,
drifting from shore,
you were sure you were tied to a tree..

so thats not what you meant it,
like everything else in these rooms,
the angels they spoke on the stairs,
of the demon's smoke glowin grin..

and the night was as young as a clown,
and the streets were so full of despair,
and the air held a haunting refrain,
as everything swallowed itself..
Track Name: into the now
if you want to be in,
be in the now,
if you want to begin,
begin with now..

so you fell from the sky on a night that was wild,
found a fine morning waking up to there smiles,
the desert was crying the summer was long,
the street lights all shattered when the music came on..

so you walk down the road to loosen the load,
these days can get heavy if anyone you should know,
the world is a masquerade a map made by fools,
what is the use you say whats in it for you..

if you want to be in,
be in the now,
if you want to begin,
begin with now..

tell me how strange it was you were young,
paint me a picture the songs that you sung,
write me a letter love oh just because,
telling a story of how it was..

the stars are falling,
the book has been read,
the night is a young love,
so the sorcerer said,
the stars are falling,
the book has been read,
the ancients are calling,
all the poets are dead,
the night is young love,
so the sorcerer said..

so you fell from the sky on a night that was wild,
found a fine morning waking up to there smiles,
the desert was crying the summer was long,
the street lights all shattered when the music came on..
Track Name: changing the world
the sun came shining through a crack in the door,
the dogs were lazy laying on there shag black backs on the floor,
the flickering light it danced in the dust,
over my shoulder i felt the rush of a song pulling me on and on,
people drifted past outside the temples bells sounded like ancient thoughts sitting alone getting stoned in my..
what would you play and could it be true,
did it happen like magic in a person like you..
and you ask yourself..

who are you
who are you
who
are
you

sun came shining through the cracks in the floor,
the beggars were shagging on the streets the priests were asking for more and more,
friends were carrying picketers signs,
they seen the beast was in the man as we were losing our minds at times,
freedom fell like a soft summers breeze,
where the trees housed the angels floating down through the scene,
who was standing there bearing it all,
wondering what they could do,
i was wondering who..

who are you..
who are you..
who are you..

you are you..
you are you..
you are you..

you....

flowers make you feel fields of a state of mind,
something is happening how can you take it all in,
are you wondering what it will take to see a change in the world is a change inside you and me,
how could happiness happen while sadness is sweeping eternity tell me a funny joke bay,
take a toke from the pipe by the light of the full moon is rising your questioning again who we..

are we changing the world..
are we changing the world..
are we changing..
Track Name: winter rose
mind is full of thoughts unkind,
he's got no where to go,
down at the end of the dead end road,
they call him the winter rose..

spent his honey on good times,
love and life left him alone,
down at the end of the dead end road,
they call him the winter rose..

they call him the winter rose,
rain may fall,
wind may blow,
they call him the winter rose,'
they call him the winter rose..

spends his time with spirits fine,
the only friends he knows..
down at the end of the dead end road,
they call him the winter rose..

he don't need no warm sunshine,
the dark night is when he grows..
down at the end of the dead end road,
they call him the winter rose..

they call him the winter rose,
rain may fall,
wind may blow,
they call him the winter rose,'
they call him the winter rose..

so shine your light on him tonight,
but son you get to close..
drink your whiskey and drink your wine,
a cheers to the holy ghost..
down at the end of the dead end road,
they call him the winter rose..

they call him the winter rose,
rain may fall and wind may blow..
they call him the winter rose..

they call him the winter rose..

they call him the winter rose..

call him the winter rose..

call him the winter rose..

winter rose..
Track Name: mourning rain
the mourning rain brings pain to my heart,
my love i know you've gone away,
mourning rain,
cursed night,
ghetto streetlight shining down,
unholy evening set to steal my soul to waste,
mourning rain,
you were the one for me ,
that is why..
mourning rain..
mourning rain..

ill never see deeper eyes again,
so full of love,
after all i took our love in vain..
mourning rain..
the loss that i had never hoped to find,
has buried me..
a memory of what may never be the same..
mourning rain..
you were the one for me and that is why..
mourning rain..
mourning rain..
mourning rain..
mourning rain..

the things that i have done have torn our dream apart,
i will be the one to lose it all,
mourning rain..
my foolish ways they have fooled me for the last time,
taken by the night our love was slain,,
mourning rain..
you were the one for me and that is why..
mourning rain..
mourning rain..
mourning rain..
mourning rain..

morning rain brings pain to my heart..
my love i know you've gone away,
mourning rain..
cursed night ghetto street shining down,
unholy evening set to steal my soul to waste,
mourning rain,
you were the one for me and that is why..
mourning rain..
mourning rain..
mourning rain..
mourning rain..
Track Name: never ending melody
look what you done she's gone again,
every good time it has an end,
how should i know what is to come...

now that your dead your head is cool,
mad mad john he plays the fool,
don't you forget its all you got..

if thats how you want it,
i don't mind..
spending my time to find
a never ending melody..
a melody..

its doin ya in it never stops,
putting ya in a lonely spot,
whatever you do..do..do..do..do..

its not so bad to see the light,
light up a smoke and burn the night..
hard as it is to let her know..

if thats how you want it,
i don't mind..
spending my time to find
a never ending melody..
a melody..
a melody..
a melody..

isn't it strange to life a life,
looking our from the inside..

the bird in the lake is the fisherman,
im digging through pockets full of sand,
what would you do with a concrete canoe..
Track Name: rollin down the track
rollin down the track with my gunny sack, a guitar and a bottle of wine..
like the grapes of wrath theres no turning back stacking up nickles and dimes..
the roads the test from the south to the west, dreaming of a land so fine,
rollin down the track with my gunny sack, a guitar and a bottle of wine..

i don't want this book to end,
i don't want this money to get spent,
hear that whistle blow,
train starts rollin and its time to go,
if you never take a chance then you never know..

times they change and people get strange and trouble turns a heart to stone,
when your down and out still whithout a doubt, together were never alone,
the sky grows dark and the lines get sharp and the whistle tree gets blown,
the people they change when the times get strange, don't let trouble turn your heart to stone..

i don't want this book to end,
i don't want this money to get spent,
hear that whistle blow,
train starts rollin and its time to go,
if you never take a chance then you never know..

heading out needles way deadly dreaming drifters day, don't forget to bring your magic cap,
new mexico is calling you traveling in worn out shoes, heading down the line the night is black,
a native standing on the ridge, a nascent native american, the saddest moment in a soldiers life,
heading into vegas town where a silver mine was found, red rocks resin from the ground..

i don't want this book to end,
i don't want this money to get spent,
hear that whistle blow,
train starts rollin and its time to go,
if you never take a chance then you never know..

you can almost hear that train rollin down the track..
well, your gettin gone now man theres no goin back..

rollin down the track with my gunny sack, a guitar and a bottle of wine..
like the grapes of wrath theres no turning back stacking up nickles and dimes..
the roads the test from the south to the west, dreaming of a land so fine,
rollin down the track with my gunny sack, a guitar and a bottle of wine..

i don't want this book to end,
i don't want this money to get spent,
hear that whistle blow,
train starts rollin and its time to go,
if you never take a chance then you never know..

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