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1.
AM 03:29
Driving in the wee morning hours To a point of destination unknown Weaving through fields of wind towers On a sad neglected county road On a sad neglected county road The turbines’ blades turn in the night As the wind whistles across the plains The nacell is crowned with a flashing red light To warn approaching low-flying planes To warn approaching low-flying planes There’s something about being lonesome That every night helps me pull through You’ve got nobody to depend on And no one to count on you I pul into a truckstop diner It’s open all night like me The special is a plate of appetizers And the saddest waitress that you’d ever see And the saddest waitress that you’d ever see I only get AM reception On this busted ass radio They’re talking ‘bout alien abductions But where they take ‘em to we’ll never know But where they take ‘em to we’ll never know There’s something about being lonesome That every night helps me pull through You have nobody to depend on But there’s no one that depends on you I hope it’s not long until I find some Mattress, blanket and pillow The sunrise’s peaking on the horizon Or is that the city lights’ ambient glow Or is that the city lights’ ambient glow
2.
Leaving pieces of rusty farm machinery out in the field Bleedin’ the water well bone dry tonight while the daylight steals Poisoning the reservoir getting high off your own supply Watching flocks of coughing birds falling out of the toxic sky A drop of acid rain on our placid brain would answer all our prayers Fallen angel dust is sucked up into our guts, we can't help but stare Stoned bozos poking holes in the ozone layer with aspartame Spit baby out with the mouthwash watch him spin down the drain You can wither and blister underneath that Mister Sun With your slit wrist sister mystery that’s left undone Waltzing into town wearin’ a broken crown, like you own it now, a prodigal son Welcome to desolation The avenues that you once cruised don’t appear as you recall Unfamiliar bruises manifest unapproved on the bedroom wall Check for sores until your bored, board up the storm windows Incoherent Leonard Cohen winded blowin’ prose A citizen above suspicion conducting a covert mission Conducting sucker punch pack your own sack lunch investigations Just a pushing’ in that pin cushion of hope wishin’ for salvation Welcome to desolation
3.
Round a town where everybody stares The broken vending machines tote their wares So keep your plans under your hat They're sure to find you where you're at Misers fingers tied with lengths of string At their windows silently watching Beneath the broken viaduct veins The days pass like old freight trains Be sure that you don't miss your ride Before the restless waves subside In the morning I roll up out of bed And hit the ceiling hanging overhead Tangled blankets 'round my feet Drag me back to sleep The steeples sing their lullabies And I start to close my eyes
4.
5.
The days are passing like an old freight train Slowly rolling out across the plain How I long to hear that lonesome whistle Echoing, thoughts of it makes me wistful For the evenings when I'd lie in bed As a child and wait for sleep to creep in I could hear them cross the reservation And winding their way up into the mountains Then I grew older into a young man That's about when my wanderlust began Seems I never could be satisfied With the surroundings in which I was confined In anger and confusion I would lash out At the ones who loved me through and throughout Just to listen to the next conductor As he shouted down the line, "All aboard." What, is this light that's shining through The city limits come closer each night I hit the city looking for a thrill The limits of my mind are with me still Never happy with the situation Constantly thinking about my next turn The distant engines out in the rail yard Seem to provide a perfect metaphor Of how I'm poised and ready to skip town When my flying feet become unbound What, is this light that's shining through The city limits come closer each night
6.
Interstate 03:48
Well I'm standing, by the interstate, watching traffic flying past Wanderin' these free, ways in a state, wonderin' how this, came to pass On the off ramps aside asphalt ribbons, holding up card board signs Shopping carts piled up high with belongings, hitchhiker looking for a ride Hard luck story telling around the camp fire, where our lips make no sounds Madmen yelling cross the water to a choir, of pigeons pecking at the ground I'm standing, by the interstate, watching traffic flying past Wanderin' these free, ways in a state, wonderin' how this, came to pass I could have drifted off into the drink, just slowly crossing the fog line White lines blacking out into pools of blue ink, showing up at the wrong time History littered with missteps and mistakes, the gaining weight breaking my will I'll toss my body off into the back seat, and let someone else take the wheel I'm standing, by the interstate, watching traffic flying past Wanderin' these free, ways in a state, wonderin' how this, came to pass
7.
There's a crack in the cement Where all the grass grows through And it lacks any decent Space to place my blues I long for a longing That totally consumes Its a song that I'm wanting To always stay in tune I could just shrug it off And shuffle on down the line But then what’s the use Of these twisted up insides There’s a light on the horizon Yet I’m holding my applause It’s a sight for sore eyes son Though it could be a mirage I could just shrug it off And shuffle on down the line But then what’s the use Of these twisted up insides
8.
He says that he's helping his aunt down in Arizona Least that's what I heard of from his friends that I know of His leaving came all of a sudden I can't imagine what a shock it's been To his close associates and friends I know, it's confusing them so "I've gone out to buy some milk," he scribbled down on this note Left on his final furniture a table alone But I've heard that's not necessarily true And shouldn't be taken at face value So don't be expecting him anytime soon Round here, though it's killing you dear Arizona We can't find his tracks Arizona When will he come back If he is indeed out in the desert like he claims Under the Sonoran sun bursting into flames Out among the saguaro cactus Needles pricking his skin and chest With a thirst that cannot be quenched Or relieved, all to easily Arizona Where helping hands Arizona Are idle at best Arizona Gone in a flash Arizona Swept out with the ash
9.
Body High 03:20
A man whose will breaks like glass Shattered nerves bundled en masse Scattered handfuls of ash Drifting on the wind Completely wiped my mind Staring into the end of the night Gotta catch this body high Before morning light Every time that I attempt to set things straight Discard these garments I have worn I tend to bend a little further out of shape Till I’m completely deformed I’ll depart just as I made my entrance A total stranger in this town Stumbling down these sun baked sidewalks in a trance A sleepwalker that can be found Slamming doors shut in the aftermath Let my brain disintegrate Firing pistons turning the crankshaft Let my soul accelerate
10.
An illegal error Has unexpectedly occurred In this delicate system The diamond miners struck On a file that been corrupt- -ed over the coarse of time For years months and weeks I’ve let my brain leak Though its been so long ago It’s getting harder to place Each individual face But you know I’ve tried so hard Step inside this room Spell your certain doom We have reserved this trophy for you Chain link reaction Set into motion And observe the entropy ensue Step inside this room Spell your certain doom We have reserved this trophy for you Crawling up the walls Loosing your marbles And observe the entropy ensue An illegal error Has unexpectedly occurred In this delicate system The diamond miners struck On a fuel that been corrupt- -ed over the coarse of time
11.
There’s a sort of time And a sort of place That’s sorting itself out to be set ablaze But the border line draws a little farther out as I draw near Just a jackrabbit On the bunny trail Sending postcards coast to coast via the US mail It’s a bad habit, of leaving paths of machinery in disrepair It won't be long, till I belong, somewhere Dollars making cents Makes no sense at all I've nickeled and dimed my life making long distance calls But I can still hear whence, her voice reverberates clear out there It won't be long, till I belong, somewhere It won't be long, till I belong, somewhere I’ve been high And I’ve been lowdown And followed that shadow cast on the hallowed ground With my soles sucked dry, from walking side by side with my prayers It won't be long, till I belong, somewhere+ It won't be long, till I belong, somewhere
12.
I'm standing, by the interstate, watching traffic flying past Wanderin' these free, ways in a state, wonderin' how this, came to pass Foreign imports and luxury sedans, stretch as far as the eye can see Factory production can't keep with demand, exhausting the inventory Actions don't matter much when you're doomed to be free, and drifting through your inner states Physical imprints and distant memories, that gradually disintegrate I'm standing, by the interstate, watching traffic flying past Wanderin' these free, ways in a state, wonderin' how this, came to pass

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Kindle & The Playboys' fourth LP recorded at the historic OK Theater in Enterprise, OR by Bart Budwig and co-produced by the fifth Playboy Thomas Paul. "Roaming Charges" is a spacious, high desert rock album that is equally influenced by Neil Young, Giant Sand, and Heatmiser, and thematically touches upon finding a sense of community and belonging amidst the anxiety of a decaying, rural American West. The guitars are fuzzy and reverb-drenched, the monolithic drums pulverize, and freight train whistles weave from track to track.

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released December 31, 2017

All songs by James Dean Kindle

J.D. Kindle - vocals, guitar, piano, organ, harmonica, percussion
Brian Baird - bass guitar, vocals
Adam Mack - drums, percussion, vocals
Peter Walters - guitar, tenor saxophone, vocals, percussion

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Thomas Paul - guitar, piano, organ, vocals
Back up vocalists: Bart Budwig, Forest VanTuyl, Addision Schulberg, Rian Beach

Recorded by Bart Budwig at the OK Theater (Enterprise, OR) and Zimm Sound (Pendleton, OR)
Mixed by Levi Cecil with assistance from Owen Cecil in Portland, OR
Mastered by Gus Elg at Sky Onion Studios (Portland, OR)
Produced by J.D. Kindle & Thomas Paul

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Straddling the state of Oregon from Pendleton to Portland, James Dean Kindle and the Eastern Oregon Playboys use-up most of their remaining characters just typing their band name.

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