The Awful Rowing EP

by Hardworker

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released September 11, 2015

All songs written by Susannah Long
Published by Deer Hill Music - BMI - Copyright 2015
Recorded at Glenwood Studios in Greensboro, NC
Produced and Engineered by David Wimbish
Mastered by Ryan Cecil at Golden Gnome Studios in Spring, TX
Cover Art by Jon Stich

Susannah Long - Acoustic Guitar, Vocals
Michael Conner - Bass, Banjo
Alex Treyz - Vocals
with David Wimbish on Piano, Trumpet, Baritone Horn,
Violin, Cello, Guitars, Fender Rhodes, and Percussion

Special thanks to Chris Long, Sandy Long, Ian James Walters, Nathan Fox-Helser, Daniel Nowell, David Berka, Thomas Irby, Leah Irby, Mike Williams, David Marshall, Jeremy Begbie, The Poetry Night Family, and our friends at The Safe Sanctuary.

This is the first EP from Sus Long and Hardworker. It's got a lot of words and notes, but it turns out that an album is mostly made out of dazzling goodwill and cheering friends and courageous bandmates and the kindness of strange, strange, strangers.

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Hardworker Durham, North Carolina

Hardworker is a five-piece rock band from Durham, NC. The band formed in 2015 when Sus Long and Mike Conner traded in their folk duo for something a bit louder with guitarist Danny Nowell and vocalist Alex Treyz.

The band’s debut LP Go Alone was produced by Alex Bingham and engineered by Mitch Easter at the Fidelitorium in Kernersville, North Carolina. It will be released in summer 2017.
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Track Name: Born Homesick
We were not born in sin, we were born homesick
With a gun in one hand, and a noose around our necks
Choking on our own discontent (well, what did you expect?)

How can I find anything here,
As good as where my soul knows we will go?
What good is the “kingdom coming”
When we’re waiting blind and broken down below?
Oh, Holy Ghost--

Holy Ghost, I’m full of holes,
Let me be found.
Take this waste, make this wasteland
A holy ghost town.

We were not born in sin, we were born gut-shot
Bleeding out through that hole, where a maker would go
We’re in pain, and we know it.

How can I find anything here
As good as where my soul knows we will go?
What good is the kingdom, if it’s coming
When we’re waiting blind and broken down below?
Oh, Holy Ghost--
Track Name: Moriah
When daddy says carry the wood,
You carry the wood.
Threw out your back
To do what you could.
And I know, you hate that you swore to be good,
Carrying son.

When daddy says get in the car
You get in the car.
Follow him anywhere
No matter how far.
He tells you who are.

In Moriah
There’s a mythic destination
Where your father’s approval
Flows like gasoline.
And you’ll carry
The flame for your own execution
And the only thing that can save you now
Is if judgment comes like rain.

When daddy says carry the wood
You carry the wood.
You mother married him
She must have understood
That one day he’d take you away
One day he’d make you carry--
Track Name: The Apathy Hymn
I’ve gotten used to not knowing where I am
I’ve made my peace with the riptide
I’ve been alive in the places I’d have died
And I’m asking: “What if these have been the dark times?”

I’ve made changes just to watch the knob turn in my hand
Torched fields to feel the power to set aflame.
I’ve run circles in the crowd, cursed the ground when I’m alone
And I’m asking: “When will I be taken home?”

Because I am set adrift,
Cruising the narrow channel of nothing.
And I don’t know, oh, I don’t know yet
Who will steer me home.

There was a man, held me tight if I could ask him to
There was a shore before I lost him.
This is the wait, desperation in a quiet place
Fell in love with the haunt in my own face.

I don’t care to find the things that I lost.
I don’t care to find the things that I lost.
I don’t care to find the things that I lost.
I don’t care to find him.

There was a man, held me tight if I could ask him to
There was a shore before I lost him.
This is the wait, desperation in a quiet place
Fell in love with the haunt in my own face.

Now I am set adrift,
Cruising the narrow channel of nothing.
And I don’t know, oh, I don’t know yet
Who will steer me home.

Oh, he's come to steer me home.
Track Name: Darkroom Lullaby
I fell in love in a darkroom
And mistook a red glow for the sun.
We hung slippery pages of memory
From the clothesline our fingers had strung.
I traded my truths like stocks
And bonds tightened ‘round my wrists.
Poison lips you placed on my lips,
But that's not true, we never kissed.

I fell in love in a darkroom
Content to inhale all your chemicals
Conceited to choose something radical
You tears sting so sterile, it's medical.
I gave up life for a snapshot
Forgot about that last dimension,
Retained all your pain in a picture frame,
Confused terror with sexual tension.

I fell in love in a darkroom,
But believed I had mined to the source,
Forced myself to the earth's very core,
Cut my skin on the earth's jagged ore.
I lost the thread to the surface,
Replaced breathing with feeding the furnace.
Put my face to your face for a portrait,
Told you smile and said "Hold it."

I fell in love in a darkroom--
With the feeling of shoulder-to-shoulder--
With the promise of "When you get older"--
With the stoic despair of a soldier.
I fell in love in a dark place
And believed that my love was a shade plant.
I would swallow the sun just to change that.
I have swallowed the sun, I have swallowed the sun,
I have swallowed the sun just to change.
Track Name: The Awful Rowing
Anne took a long slog
Across that wide, grey gulf.
The awful rowing toward God
On the faraway shore
Left everybody else
Took bread and wine
And no one to bless
Took no photographs
So there’s no one to miss.

Forgive me daughter
For I have sinned.
The awful rowing toward God.
Got myself lost
Got myself up a creek
Got into the woods
Got to get myself free.
Can’t worry about you
When I’m worried about me.

She’s sweating blood, but won’t call out for help
Your arms will get tired just from carrying yourself.
Sun in your eyes and the ache in your throat.
There’s nowhere to hide in an open boat.
And for all your precious knowing,
There’s no other life but the awful rowing.

They buried me
And the baby together
The awful rowing toward God.
I grew and I strained
At the choke of the tether,
Made lists and meals
And a show of my best
Found no sleep in the bed
Where they laid me to rest.

She’s sweating blood, but won’t call out for help
Your arms will get tired just from carrying yourself.
Sun in your eyes and the ache in your throat.
There’s nowhere to hide in an open boat.
And for all your precious knowing,
There’s no other life but the awful rowing.

I took a long slog
But my arms are tired
The awful rowing toward God.
The worst part is knowing
I’ll never arrive.
The awful rowing.