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When We Wake Up It's Gonna Hurt

by Rube

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1.
I'm doin' fine I'm doin' fine I've got a lot of things on my mind But I'm doin' fine Everything's good Everything's good Not everything turns out like it should But everything's good
2.
Twenty years old Out on my own Tears on my cheeks Spark in my eyes Got my own place Right downtown Gonna bring lots of girls around Give me a few years I got a plan Gonna make something happen then Wait’ll I get my hands on you Wait’ll I get my hands on you Then I’ll know what to do There’s a light out the window And it’s bright, babe it’s bright Got some money in my pocket I’m alright But then I wake up one morning Clouds spitting rain Last night is pounding Deep in my brain Sit up in bed and I get confused Get the I didn’t know any better blues I didn’t know any better blues Thirty years old Scraping along Can’t say I made it yet But I’m trying Wait’ll I quit my job, oh man Gonna make something happen then Yeah you know I’ll have time then Take a look out the window And there’s not much to like Got some money in the bank though Guess I’m fine But man I thought we were winning Forces for good Slow march to justice Doing what we could Now every time when I turn on the news Get the I didn’t know any better blues I didn’t know any better blues
3.
Oh, Mama 02:33
Ain’t got a big dick Can’t afford a big car Or a big house Like some big movie star Ain’t got much money Or much class When I got a little time Goes by so fast Oh, mama Could never choose my women And I don’t like men But I got a rifle And she’s faithful And I got a job And a place to sleep Chili on the stove No meat Oh, mama
4.
Well he’s trying, in his way, To convince you of his interest But you figure that he’s still gonna stray Yeah he takes you out to dinner But he’s flirtin’ with the waitress And you’re trying to act impressed When he doesn’t let you pay So the next day on the phone Yeah you’re talking to your mother And she says you don’t sound bothered or upset True you don’t feel devastated Just feel kinda disregarded And it hurts and you don’t like it That’s as far as you can get Wednesday morning and you’re sick Had a late night, had a good time Or at least not such a bad time, no you had fun Yeah these nights start like they oughta But they don’t end like they used to Just a memory that you cling to And the clear sense that it’s done So now you’re talking to your boss And he asks you how you’re feeling And he’s smiling while he’s asking, like he knows You don’t mind so much the question You just mind the lack of caring And that shit grin that he’s wearing Like you’re buddies, like you’re pals Feel like something’s going wrong and You’re more complicit than you know Most of the time you feel like you’re set apart But you’re not though Not even close Fit the key into the lock Hey you got home a bit early Smoke a rollie by the window, ash on your clothes It’s a quiet night in summer You can hear the neighbors laughing On the street somebody’s honking You turn on the radio
5.
Well I’m getting even dumber by the day Chasing after things I threw away I thought I wouldn’t need ‘em What can I say Man I’m getting even dumber by the day Yeah I’m getting even dumber by the day Missing all my friends who moved away But I’m not going nowhere No I’m gonna stay Yeah I’m getting even dumber by the day Dumber by the day Weaker than the beers I put away Hanging on tight Slipping away And I’m getting even dumber by the day Can I tell you that you’re always on my mind? Living in the days when you were mine But you kept going forward I stayed behind Just remember that you’re always on my mind Dumber by the day Weaker than the beers I put away Hanging on tight Slipping away And I’m getting even dumber by the day
6.
My buddy hooked me up with a job Told me twenty-five bucks an hour Start you right away paying cash under the table I showed up on my first day Just a couple minutes late Nobody around didn’t seem quite on the level But then along come an older man Sized me up and shook my hand He said you’re just what I need, boy—young, willing, and able He told me go on home and wait for a call And don’t you worry ‘bout a thing at all Now I’m the number one employee but I can’t get scheduled So me and the boss had a little spat I said some things that I don’t regret I never claimed to be a diplomat—well, they’re well shut of me Still I’m finding plenty of things to do Sitting in on a gig or two And playing Fat Daddy’s Barbecue every second Sunday But still I’m having trouble sleeping nights I know this can’t be all there is to life I wanna see my name in big bright lights before I hit thirty I had a can-do attitude And a case of Miller Lite And I drove straight on through the night up to New York City Yeah ‘cause I got big dreams And a big mouth I got tight jeans And a blow out Don’t want a paycheck I want a payout I got big dreams And a big mouth So now I’m strolling down the avenue Stepping light to a twelve-bar blues I got a black pair of discount boots, I paid $11.50 Found a job as a caterer Slinging white wine and cheese hors d’oeuvres And making eyes at the dowagers sipping vinho verde I found a room on the internet Kind of a semi-permanent sublet I guessed the rent they said double that and I just said ok But when I’m sitting up at two a.m. The window’s up the breeze is blowing in I’m breathing out I’m breathing in and I know I’m ok Yeah ‘cause I got big dreams And a big mouth I got tight jeans And a blow out Don’t want a paycheck I want a payout I got big dreams And a big mouth You know it’s hard living like I do Eating light and drinking for two Seeking after beauty and truth—no you just can’t fake it People tell me it’s naïve Say I’m the only one who still believes I tell ‘em they’re the ones are gonna grieve when I finally make it If there’s a kind of man who gets things done A man who knows how the race is run A man who knows how to hold his tongue well you know I ain’t it And yeah there’s times when the money’s tight And when I don’t know where I’ll sleep the night But I just picture my name in lights and I can almost taste it Yeah ‘cause I got big dreams And a big mouth I have sweet dreams On the pull-out I went up north But I’m from down south I got big dreams And a big mouth
7.
Some folks they like to drink vodka straight Some prefer vermouth on ice Some like to smoke on a spliff or two Some’ll tell you that ain’t right You go to a shrink you get a valium pill Get you feeling less uptight My advice: you take whatever you can take To get you through the night Get you through the night Feel a little less aggrieved You find a new aesthetic Anesthetic You’re pretty in pain relief Once upon a time I was a strong young buck Never even had a cold I used to run around, I used to cut it up I was brash, boys, I was bold But the years they come along, the tears they come along I got heartsick, and I got old Doctor helped me see how I could help myself To take back a little control Take back a little control Find some new autonomy I got a new aesthetic Anesthetic I’m pretty in pain relief Ever come a time when you get overwhelmed Just check your local pharmacy Bengay and Gold Bond and Icy Hot “Natural Herbal Remedy” But don’t forget the basics: your little white pill NSAID Remember when you’re down you’re just a dose away From pretty in pain relief Pretty in pain relief Got your new autonomy You’ve found a new aesthetic Anesthetic You’re pretty in pain relief
8.
This dog’s been dead This dog’s been dead The grass is brown Where she lay her head And now she’s buried in the side yard This dog’s been dead This dog’s been dead She came to me In 2003 She on three legs I was thirteen She of sound mind, but infirm body This dog’s been dead This dog’s been dead Let her go Let her go Her ghost gave up And quit the show Settle down and make your bed This dog’s been dead This dog’s been dead We sat in the park And on the porch I played guitar You groomed your coat All these moments left untranslated This dog’s been dead This dog’s been dead Let her go Let her go Her ghost gave up And quit the show Settle down and make your bed This dog’s been dead This dog’s been dead When we wake up It’s gonna hurt The morning air Like a hair shirt Nothing to take but unprescribed meds This dog’s been dead This dog’s been dead
9.
Sitting at the bar after my friends left Sitting at the bar I got no money left There’s a couple in the corner doing awful stuff And my face in the mirror With a bottle for an eye I take a last sip, then I slip out On the sly, on the sly Prospects are dimming, dark clouds moving in Landlord’s stopping by he raised the rent again I got rocks in my socks I got spit in my gin And the larder’s looking empty And my pockets are getting light But I’m drinking red wine on a Tuesday I’m alright, I’m alright Venue under a warehouse where the J train rolls Singer up on the stage he grabs the microphone He cries one two three four And the band kicks into gear And the kids all lose their minds I’m in the way back and my feet hurt It’s getting late, it’s getting to be time Temperature’s rising the storm’s coming soon Chatter on the news says it’s coming for you Well I know it looks bad but there’s plenty you can do You can hope, you can pray You can despair, you can cry You can face facts: you can’t help it But you can try, you can try Once loved a woman as sweet as can be Once loved a woman no one cooler than she Yeah I loved her so much she was part of me But I wasn’t part of her And it hurts, but it’s fine You can be smart, you can be in love But never both at the same time Hey man how you been? Oh, I’m ok, friend I been up I been down now I’m up again You can see me on the TV I’m the picture of wealth Wearing pinstripes, double-breasted Yeah I did it all by myself
10.
My friend Lacey told this story to me late one afternoon We were sitting at the bar sipping on rye Lacey stood to get another round She smiled at me as she sat down Said, Daniel, I’ve been having a rough time Well my job keeps getting worse, and I’m worse at it Haven’t cleaned my place in weeks or maybe months Try to read but I can’t concentrate I eat the same thing every day I drink—well, like I always drank, don’t ask I get up most mornings well before the sun does I don’t know, seems I just can’t keep my eyes closed I just toss and turn, tangle my sheets up I sweat and curse and get fed up Till finally I roll out, put on my clothes About two blocks from my apartment There’s a park—we went there once I’ve started walking there some mornings ‘Round the time the sun comes up I think mean thoughts about the joggers People out walking their dogs See the dawn light getting stronger See the streetlights clicking off There’s a fog that settles down upon the park just before dawn And it lingers in the branches of the trees That’s the cruel thing about beauty: That it hits you when you’re cold to it At least that’s how it always works with me Anyway, the day this happened I was up at five o’clock I was dressed and out the door before I knew it It was cold and I’d forgot my coat I felt a fool, I felt fed up But I muttered to myself, Kid, just get through it Saw a man slumped on a park bench Don’t know why I stopped but I did Put my hand upon his shoulder Is something wrong sir? I asked him And he said, Thank you dear for stopping Not too many would these days And if you want to know what ails me Sit right down, I’ll tell you plain: Well I’ve got aches and I’ve got pains I’ve got bills I cannot pay I’ve been fired so much it feels like work to me And I no longer feel at home in New York City But I figure I got no place else to be Lacey settled up our tab, said, Dan, I got it We got up, put on our coats, walked out the door I’d not realized just how late it was I hadn’t realized just how drunk I was I never wanna go, always want more I walked Lacey to her train, the night was empty Just a couple stumblin’ bros and me and her Lacey looked up at the windows All lit up and casting shadows on the street Different people, different worlds And at the F stop Lacey turned to me Smiled that half-smile like she does Like she’d just remembered something But couldn’t tell you what it was We just stood there saying nothing Then Lacey turned and walked away I watched her down into the tunnel And as she went I heard her say: Well I’ve got aches and I’ve got pains I’ve got bills I cannot pay I’ve been fired so much it feels like work to me And I no longer feel at home in New York City But I figure I got no place else to be
11.
I’m doin’ fine I’m doin’ fine I’ve got a lot of things on my mind But I’m doin’ fine Everything’s good Everything’s good Not everything turns out like it should But everything’s good And if something looks bad That just means it hasn’t finished up yet If something feels bad That just means you haven’t had enough yet I’m doin’ fine I’m doin’ fine I’ve got a lot of things on my mind But I’m doin’ fine

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released September 18, 2020

All songs by Rube

Cover and jacket design by Jeff Gess

Recorded at the Glow Studio in Athens, GA, September 2019

Produced, mixed, and mastered by Jesse Mangum

Thanks to Ian at Donnybrook, Richard and Rhonda for the Saturn, Dave R. and Rob L. for the extra ears on “Lacey,” and a special thanks to the Billups crew, both old and new

Rube is:

Jeff Gess - bass; backup vocals on 5 and 7
Daniel Gold - guitar; lead vocals on 3 and 8
Marshall Yarbrough - drums; lead vocals on 1-2, 4-7, 9-11; backup vocals on 3 and 8; piano on 1 and 8; harpsichord on 7; guitar on 10

Luftmensch Records - LUFT 002

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rubetheband@gmail.com

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Rube New York, New York

Rube was formed in New York in 2016. We recorded our first album in Georgia in 2018. Now we live in New York, Georgia, and Los Angeles. We play poppy country rock music; it's as dumb as it sounds but it's pretty smart sometimes.

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