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Call Me

by Britchy

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Home Now 02:56
HOME NOW © 2011 Richie Reinholdt Headlights shine through speckled beams Driving through the snow Lucid smells of velvet seats Bathed in neon glow Almost home we’ll be there soon A few more miles to go In chariots of chrome and steel Down the road we go Sheepskin by the fireplace Where sleeping dogs retire Paper’s on the porch at dawn Rising sun climbs higher Sweet sweet smell of pancakes baking Coffee’s warming glow As day creates the future pathDown the road we go Weekend morning cartoons through Time for making plans Tater salad olive thumbs Baskets of the hand Soda pop popsicles Evening fireworks show Wash the grass stains off with bleach Down the road we go Waking from this comfort dream The empty nest remains A brand new life of college dorms Riding subway trains It’s the next thing on the list Practice letting go Take a giant step aside As down the road they go
Call Me 03:49
CALL ME © 2011 Britt Arnesen I’ve walked this gravel road a hundred times before Back and forth looking for your door I play this old guitar every waking hour Every chord is searching for your arms The more I sing your song the more I sound like you The more I feel your sun the more I find my moon An arrow through brick walls somehow you made it through Pierced my heart in two left an open wound I’d love you through and through just like you want me to You don’t believe that’s true and I won’t need you to The sun heats up the water and the moon pulls the tide I’ve never been so warm as by your side I stand upon your shore and weather every storm Every morn I’m yearning for your dawn I’ve walked this gravel road a hundred times before Back and forth longing for your voice I play this old guitar every waking hour Every chord the reaching of my arms
DON’T ASK THE WIND © 2009 Richie Reinholdt Don’t ask the wind to remember your name Don’t ask it when it’s coming back again Just let it go you’ll never hold it anyway Goes where it will with nothing to say Memories moving time All desires left behind But golden years slip away Into the arms of yesterday Tomorrow’s face turns away With no advice for today But the howling wind whispers bySpreading all across the sky On its way to nowhere With no need for joy or despair Only time and sheer force of willRestive dreams never standing still
Tight Rope 04:04
TIGHT ROPE © 2019 Britt Arnesen You walk a tight rope and never fall There beside you the angels all Surround you with their song So won’t you stand yourself up tall Cross big oceans and sail the seas Feel that wind blow beneath your wings Keep that lighthouse in steady view I leave it on for you Wash your heart out good and clean In the River Jordan our backyard stream The healing waters run cold and deep Come and rest your weary feet Trust your savior knows your pain Knows your troubles plays your games That still small voice coming through Whispers soft and tells it true Oh won’t you stand yourself up tall Friend won’t you stand yourself up tall
Everywhere 04:00
EVERYWHERE © 2009 Richie Reinholdt What took so long to reach me was suddenly so clear The lady pilot bathes me in her smoky tears Sings her name in metaphors across the sky Holding sunset in her hair everywhere Blacklisted in my hometown no avenue remains The streets have all rolled up at night denying me my name Glory days forgotten by everyone but me Insanity without a care everywhere I’m not a tornado but a Psyclone I have been This book you must read to me this drama that I’m in My hands have all been blown away taken by the wind And if I was the moon tonight I might see her again Four-wheel songs by morning light to work and home we go Never even hear her name on the radio A castle I would build for her were I a younger man But the moat fills with despair everywhere Grammar and intention tangle up in vain Stifled in creation ideas fall like rain My lessons in direction never quite sink in She tries to show me how to fly my wings fold up again Crippled hands and photographs are all that remain Reflections in a cloudy mirror memories are the same The deer invade my consciousness and trample down my walls And the pilot’s on the air everywhere
CHIMNEY CREEK ANGEL © 2014 Britt Arnesen Out on Chimney Creek Road I was saved by an angel with a pickup truck From ten miles on the ridgetop she saw me out hitching and hard on my luck Drove down all the way just to give me a break from the searing summer heat It’s 100 in the shade and there is no shade you sure are an angel to me Hop on back with the saddles and help me look for the cattle with your young eyes Mine used to be better but years of the weather have worn them dry The hot blowing sand and time’s cruel demands have taken their toll on me With each dusty day I get closer to failing help me see what I no longer see It’s a long way up with those burdens weighing you down Just listen for the sound of angels In these very mountains I’ve seen generations of people and dogs 81 years I’ve been living right here my last mule is gone Our family has roamed on this ranch we’ve called home for 156 years That there cemetary is where they’re all buried their angels are my company Out on Chimney Creek Road when I needed an angel you found me there You say I can’t take your picture because you’re not pretty; I beg to differ You say your beauty has faded I say youth’s over-rated you sure are an angel to me You look like an angel; you ARE an angel; you sure are an angel to me You look like an angel; you sure are an angel to me
Dream Noir 04:54
DREAM NOIR © 2011 Richie Reinholdt I’ve seen your face in a film noir Reruns from a broken dreamI’ve heard your voice all across the sky It never whispers my name A broken dream goes on so long Long after the dawn I’ve seen your smile and those flashing eyes Plastered on the Berlin Wall And I’ve felt your heart burning to the touch Long before our fiery fall A broken dream called you away As night stumbled into day I counted stars spelling our your name In a thousand Milky Ways I’ve heard the night tired of memories Calling for forgivenness as it prays A faint perfume from your goodbyes Lingers on like the water in my eyes I’ve watched you run ‘cross the universe Chasing shadows across the sun I’ve see this show seen it all before Glimpses of a special one A broken dream can tell you lies Wispy clouds in a pastel sky I’ve seen your face in a film noir Reruns from a broken dream I’ve heard your voice all across the sky It never whispers my name A broken dream can last so long Long after the dawn
Eagle Cove 03:35
EAGLE COVE © 2019 by Britt Arnesen Brother called he stumbled on this place we’ve got to see A hidden trail to a quarry in the trees Last one up is the first one down Jumping twenty feet So cold and dark down deep I don’t know if I can ever show you what it means to me To know you love me even if it’s only in my dreams Later on to the beaver pond playing hide and seek In the rocks and logs muddying up our jeans It’s getting late but won’t you stay The berries are so sweet Soon the nightbirds start to sing I don’t know if I can ever show you what it means to me To know you love me even if it’s only in my dreams Every day your heart’s awake with wonder Feed it on mountains and fresh air You’ll find a way through life’s roughest brambles Remembering the way you felt out there Tide was low we were out the road running down the beach Pools warm on sand-encrusted feet You ride the waves like it’s in your veins Quicker than the sea And lighter than the breeze
Cold Moon 03:53
COLD MOON © 2009 Richie Reinholdt This madness of the moon is crushing down on me like lead Its piercing silver beams stirring doubts around my head And long before this night began I could feel it getting close Grinding through my consciousness like heavy velvet dope Oh moon go away leave me alone Find some other manic heart to chill cold as stone My thoughts give way to sacrifice and second-guessing trash Wasting too much time on sad emotional rehash Spears of false rejection and self-imposed denial Cleave my flesh to monuments of wounded souls on trial How can I turn the other cheek when both are black and blue And all I see around me are nightmares coming true Where rabid social dogs with vengeful jaws are chasing me Branding me with sores of animosity My only way home is through clouds of tragedy Believing my salvation lies in what others think of me And wanting adulation for imaginary tones Dulcet incantations of repetitious drones By sunrise I’ll be waiting for redemption from the night When lunar visions traded me for scorching golden light And only its reflection glancing off the mirrored pond Offers any warning of similar nights to come
Rosemary Fly 02:55
ROSEMARY FLY © 2011 Britt Arnesen There’s a bench outside the theater Sometimes I sit and wait to meet her In a prayer or in a letter Perfect cursive even in goodbye I sing my reply Rosemary fly Fly knowing I’m alright Rosemary fly, Rosemary fly Fly knowing I’m alright This song’s a letter I felt her send me Down through forever past heaven’s skies It finds me better but still there’s weather I still sing but I still cry A golden angel and a young voice singing Your favorite faces throughout the evening We are your children and your children’s children Here beside you through the night And the song I couldn’t write was “ Rosemary Fly ” Fly knowing I’m alright
Three A.M. 03:49
THREE A.M. © 2011 Richie Reinholdt That mirror don’t ever look back In front or behind a different track What friends will see through the crack Is a mirror that never looks back The shadow won’t follow anymore It’s waiting for another to open the door And let it out of its commitment to the floor The shadow won’t follow any more Sleep won’t last through the night Dreaming under a broken streetlight Letting go and holding on are having a fight Sleep won’t last just one night Can’t find a corner to crawl in Can’t find a hole to fall in Noxious banter drives the poison home Hurling venom well enough alone Cracking whips of meathook off the bone The herd can’t find its own way home The shadow will follow alone Sleep won’t last just one night


***Save the date! Release party at the Longstaff House Thursday, August 1st at 7pm with Russ Nasset opening.***

We have begun this pre-sale for our fourth full-length studio album in hopes to raise some money to pay back our production expenses, which totaled $1,681.82. These are hard costs of CD manufacturing, purchasing original cover art, and compensating our guest artists. Britt and Richie both volunteered their time in writing, rehearsing, performing, and engineering the album. Any support you can offer to help with expenses is much appreciated. You can send PayPal direct to brittarnesen@gmail.com or mail a check to Britt Arnesen, P.O. Box 8365, Missoula, MT 59807.

Thank you, friends! We look forward to seeing you at a show.


released August 1, 2019

All songs written by Britt Arnesen and Richie Reinholdt.

Recorded spring 2019 in Missoula, Montana at AnimalTown Studios and Free Cycles Missoula.

Richie Reinholdt - vocals, guitars, mandolin, banjo, electric bass.

Britt Arnesen - vocals, guitars, upright bass, piano

Jack Mauer - dobro

Isaac Callender - fiddle


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Missoula's original acoustic americana duo features the fine pickin' and timeless songwriting of Richie Reinholdt and Britt Arnesen.

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