Different Cities, Different Stories

by Jeff Dillon

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released November 4, 2014

All songs written by Jeff Dillon, except The Ballad of Me and My Friends written by Frank Turner.

Jeff Dillon: Acoustic Guitar, Lead Vocals
Dylan Alms: Bass
Joshua Hatfield: Drums
Mary-Kate Metzger: Piano
Daylin Sperry: Electric Guitar

Vocals on At The End of Us: Michael Shay Gardner

Additional Vocals: Dylan Alms, Eric Alms, John Bills, Teri Bills, Michael Shay Gardner, Mary-Kate Metzger, Daylin Sperry

Produced by Jeff Dillon
Recorded, Engineered, Mixed at Daycrew Studios by Daylin Sperry

The Ballad Of Me And My Friends used with permission from Frank Turner

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Jeff Dillon Salt Lake City, Utah

Jeff Dillon won’t sit down and he won’t shut up. For 18 years he’s been distilling his punk passion in a mash of folk- flavored rock and roll, for a sound that evokes the love child of Tom Petty and Against Me! His new EP, “For Heidi” is the oak-barrel aged soundtrack for a rail-hopping, whiskey drinking hobo with big dreams and a heart on fire. ... more

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Track Name: Tucson Skies
This road is long and weary; I travelled farther than I could
I lost my soul to gambling just like you said I would
I came to town this evening to hope I’d find you there
But you had left already, without a single care
IT’S FUNNY THAT EVERYTHING IS DIFFERENT
WHEN EVERYTHING’S STILL THE SAME

I sat down and wrote you a letter to tell you all I had done
To make you proud of me; proud to call me your son
I’m sorry that I couldn’t be there; you needed me more than I knew
The world seemed so ripe for the taking; I should have listened to you
IT’S FUNNY THAT EVERYTHING IS DIFFERENT
WHEN EVERYTHING’S STILL THE SAME

I left your house at midnight I left for where you would go
The sky opened up before me as I wandered the desert below
I knew you would head south at least I hoped you would
I wish I could find the strength to face you I wish that you knew that I could
IT’S FUNNY THAT EVERYTHING IS DIFFERENT
WHEN EVERYTHING’S STILL THE SAME

I finally found you in Tucson, how many years had gone by
So ready to tell you I’m sorry, but all I could do was cry
When I sat down there beside you I fell into disbelief
You died two years ago come Monday and I’ll never know that relief
IT’S FUNNY THAT EVERYTHING IS DIFFERENT
WHEN EVERYTHING’S STILL THE SAME
Track Name: At The End Of Us
I can still feel you near
I miss you so much dear
When I'm alone, I see you
I don't know what I should do

HERE WE ARE NOW, TORN APART, AND
EVERYTHING TURNED TO DUST
I SEE YOU STANDING THERE, AT THE END
AT THE END OF US

You broke my heart in two
I just can't do that to you
When I see your hurt eyes
Bought and paid for with your lies

HERE WE ARE NOW, TORN APART, AND
EVERYTHING TURNED TO DUST
I SEE YOU STANDING THERE, AT THE END
AT THE END OF US

I only want to talk to you
You know that's something I can't do
I don't know what I did wrong
You'll move on before long

HERE WE ARE NOW, TORN APART, AND
EVERYTHING TURNED TO DUST
I SEE YOU STANDING THERE, AT THE END
AT THE END OF US

HERE WE ARE NOW, TORN APART, AND
EVERYTHING TURNED TO DUST
I SEE YOU STANDING THERE, AT THE END
AT THE END OF US
Track Name: I Lost My Heart To Albuquerque
I was sitting in an old boxcar, watching the world pass by
I thought I caught you staring, from the corner of my eye
I turned to look and what I saw, was an empty point of view
I turned my eyes back to the tracks, and rolling down to you
I jumped the rails in San Jose, and dodged the rail-yard fuzz
I stole some beer and whiskey too, so I could catch a buzz
I set myself on fire that day, starin’ at the noon day sun
I grabbed my six and strummed for you, on my way to the A-B-Q

(ALBUQUERQUE) I always knew I’d go one day
(ALBUQUERQUE) I never thought that you would stay
(ALBUQUERQUE) The last damn stop this train rolls through
(ALBUQUERQUE) This town that I lost my heart to

My whiskey sinks so deep inside, that I can’t see the sights
My mind just runs with what to do, on this clear desert night
I swapped the rails in Flagstaff town, to get a straight shot through
So many things I’ve thought to say, the day that I see you
This Rio Grande is haulin’ ass, across the countryside
I’m kicking back and drinking Jim, with the box door thrown wide
The day we met you stole my heart, I’ve never been the same
So here I come on rails of steel, on into A-B-Q

(ALBUQUERQUE) I always knew I’d go one day
(ALBUQUERQUE) I never thought that you would stay
(ALBUQUERQUE) The last damn stop this train rolls through
(ALBUQUERQUE) This town that I lost my heart to

Sometimes I wait nights

For you to come home

Sometimes I tell lies

For you to come home
Track Name: The Ballad Of Me And My Friends (Live)
Everybody's got themselves a plan
And everybody thinks they'll be the man
Including the girls
The musicians who lack the friends to form a band
Are singer songwriters
The rest of us are DJs, or official club photographers
And tonight I'm playing another Salt Lake City show
So I'm going through my phonebook texting everyone I know
And quite a few I don't know who's numbers found their way into my phone
But they might come along anyway
You never really know

None of this is going anywhere
Pretty soon we'll all be old
And no one left alive will really care
About our glory days, when we sold our souls

But if you're all about the destination
Then take a fucking flight
We're going nowhere slowly
But we're seeing all the sights
And we're definitely going to hell
But we'll have all the best stories to tell

Yes, I'm definitely going to hell
But I'll have all the best stories to tell.

-FTHC