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Everywhere I Used to Be (Deluxe)

by Mariel Buckley

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1.
Neon Blue 04:19
Sawdust on the floor Wooden tables Cigarettes put out in plastic cups No matter how much I drink in here It never seems to get me drunk The bathroom in the back Is out of service Go take a piss out in the parking lot I used to run this town when I played for beer Didn’t care if you loved me or not Now you don’t come around Say it feels different Like something bad has moved in you I feel gone, I feel sad I wanna hold you like i used to do When you used to be mine, baby Wrapped up in neon blue Torn up old blue jeans Gambling machines We’d go two step when I ran out of change No matter how much I’d step on your feet You’d never know by seeing your face Now you won’t come and dance The moves feel different Like I forgot how to count ‘one and two’ I feel gone, I feel sad I wanna hold you like I used to do When you used to be mine, baby Wrapped up in neon blue Heartbreak, old songs Talking to strangers just to get along One more last call, then it’s always time to go Funny how dark it seems Funny how dark it seems Funny how dark it seems without you To make that neon glow
2.
Come to the window Let the night paint you blue You sparkle in starlight And it tears me in two When you don’t see me Call it my acquiesce Or whatever helps you Get to sleep, i guess I was just waiting Now i’m just a fool I must be crazy Wanting you like i do So when you go listening For my soft silhouette It’s just coyotes weeping And the wind from the West Count the cracks in the ceiling Sing to angels above Cry under the moonlight Find a stranger, make love Drink it all until empty Do it all to excess Or whatever helps you Get to sleep, i guess Count the cracks in the ceiling Sing to angels above Cry under the moonlight Find a stranger, make love Drink it all until empty Do it all to excess Or whatever helps you Get to sleep, i guess Whatever helps you Get to sleep, i guess Whatever helps you Get to sleep, i guess Come to the window Let the night paint you blue
3.
I get bored, I talk shit I’m getting tired of doing it I get so damn frustrated When things don’t go my way But I’m always starting fires Just to walk away I don’t know what to say But here I am talking every day I’m so sick of talking It’s all we ever seem to do I don’t know, what about you Spinning round and round and round Every single day Going nowhere, going nowhere Trying to turn the corner But it feels so far away Going nowhere, going nowhere It’s so hard to change You get hurt, I take the blame But when you get better, I still stay the same I get hung up and self destruct it all lands on you I don’t know what to do Spinning round and round and round Every single day Going nowhere, going nowhere Trying to turn the corner But it feels so far away Going nowhere, going nowhere It’s so hard to change Spinning round and round and round Every single day Going nowhere, going nowhere Trying to turn the corner But it feels so far away Going nowhere, going nowhere It’s so hard to change You get bored, when I talk shit You’re getting tired of hearing it
4.
In the town where I was born Right across from that old church Used to keep my eye on Mary While she’d shine behind the birds Now the moon is in her window And the glow has hit you right Like a cigarette stuck in my pocket Waiting for a chance to light When the lights come on And the sun goes down I’m gonna lay you down In the backseat of whatever I’m driving Driving around Up ahead is the old skate park Where i used to run around Couldn’t ride for shit to save my life I’d pretend if you were around Now the dogs are getting called to And the kids are running up the drive Honey we got nowhere else to be At least not for tonight Cause when the lights come on And the sun goes down I’m gonna lay you down In the backseat of whatever we’re driving Driving around Call me old fashioned But how did I never think of this until now This house is all we’ve seen for days and days Why don’t we go and drive around Cause when the lights come on As the sun goes down I’m gonna lay you down In the backseat of whatever we’re driving Driving around
5.
Wake up too late How the hell did I get back home Lipstick stains, ashtray Can’t bear to throw anything of yours out Buying cocaine outside the circle K Who cares if it kills me anyway What’s the point In staying clean for Christmas Meet up, same old joint Drink until I feel like talking It’s hard to feel, so what’s one more pint Either way, it’d be nice to feel something I don’t wanna hate this town I’m just trying to keep my head down What’s the point? When everybody knows your business I see him turn the lights off in our house The hell am I supposed to do now? Goddamn it, I hate myself Goddamn it, I hate this town Strip malls, local bank Street lined up with neon crosses Fuckin Christians, to be frank, Think they’re doing everyone a favour People seem to love god fearing men The rest of us are on our own, I guess What’s the point Of screaming out into nothing I see him turn the lights off in our house The hell am I supposed to do now? You said it was forever, but what now? Goddamn it, I hate myself Goddamn it, I hate this town I don’t wanna hate this town Just trying to keep my head down But what’s the point? What’s the point?
6.
I thought I saw you In the back of my car You were combing your hair in the mirror I was falling apart But the moment faded I was alone at the wheel Now every day I’m trying to forget How that feels With everything that I’m reading Combined with what I ignore I know I’m only making it harder on myself But I can’t do it anymore I’m sorry to say it But your love ain’t enough It ain’t gonna fix this crooked old world It ain’t gonna lift us up Love ain’t enough It’s a beautiful thought but when it’s said and done It’s just something that we made up Love ain’t enough Love ain’t enough When it comes to times of trouble I’ve got nothing but dust and my dreams I wish I had an answer that wasn’t so Tainted by what I’ve seen I thought I saw you It’s what I wanna see the most But you’re nowhere to be found I’m making love to your ghost Now the river is rising We disappear among the mire No, your love ain’t enough To save a world that’s already on fire Love ain’t enough It’s a beautiful thought but when it’s said and done It’s just a word that we made up Love ain’t enough Love ain’t enough
7.
I have never spoken to anyone The way that you speak to me Don’t it make you so sad The kind of thing you’d see on somebody’s TV It’s all misery and motels for days I kept thinking I’ll be on my way I’m out here chasing tides, losing money and pride What the hell am I doing anyway Goodbye, sweet release When you see tail lights leave the driveway Honey, please don’t make a scene I’m going everywhere, baby Everywhere I used to be Like the dead eyes of the waitress at the diner I’ve been checked out now for awhile Call me with a quarter, while I wait for my order Better than fighting with you all over town I have never held anyone up so high Never thought you’d let me down At least I’ve got my peace, I’m my own worst enemy Never felt so alone as I do now Goodbye, sweet release When you see tail lights leave the driveway Honey, please don’t make a scene I’m going everywhere, baby Everywhere I used to be Darkness at the edge of the barstool I keep looking up and thinking you’ll be there Ah but tonight ain’t my night, There’s no salvation in sight down here Goodbye, sweet relief When you see tail lights leave the driveway Honey, please don’t make a scene I’m going everywhere, baby Everywhere I used to be I’m going everywhere, baby Everywhere I used to be
8.
I’ve played in motel bars, dingy lounges with dirty floors Queen of the one star room Every night it seems I am living someone else’s dream Can I have one too Every night I sleep on flowered sheets And I think of you I wanna be the underdog Up against the wind Shooting at the moon Knowing if I bring it down That it’ll rise again I’ve dressed in fancy clothes and hung out where all the money goes But the talk, it is cheap They only tell you what they think you’re gonna wanna hear I wanna hear the truth I don’t mind getting scraps, the more I took the less I had I had it all with you I would trade it all now if I could for that motel room With a view To be the underdog Up against the wind Shooting at the moon Knowing if I bring it down That it’ll rise again I hear the echo bouncing off the walls It sounds a lot like me All the other voices sound so sweet but honey, they don’t know Who I used to be I wanna be the underdog Up against the wind Shooting at the moon Knowing if I bring it down That it’ll rise again I wanna be the underdog Up against the wind Shooting at the moon Knowing if I bring it down That it’ll rise again
9.
I’ve been keeping up late with your picture Tore the back right off of the frame My fingers on the film, painted in blue June twenty-five, still signed with your name Still wearing out holes in my boots Still tangled up blue over you The mess I have made, the shape I am in All covered in misery, what can I do When I get to the gates of heaven Is there a long list of sins and your name Do I ride into hell on a horse named nothing If I’m going down for my sins all the same Just sold that old wagon we dented Rocks kicked up, scratched off the paint Your head on my shoulder, the wheel in my hands I swore when you left me, I’d never drive again When I get to the gates of heaven Is there a long list of sins and your name Do I ride into hell on a horse named nothing If I’m going down for my sins all the same Going through pictures Of coffee cups and couch cushion stains I guess somehow, now we’re even Or even to you, anyway I’ve been keeping up late with your picture Tore the back right off of the frame
10.
Let You Down 03:09
I guess I felt a difference Spokane to Crow’s Pass You had your head out the window I had half a tank of gas Did I let you down, I tried my best I was trying to get home To whatever was left We got done with Winnipeg Drove through the night to Montana You wouldn’t say a thing I could tell you didn’t wanna Why in slow motion Does goodbye feel so blue What am I gonna do without you Why in slow motion Does goodbye feel so blue What am I gonna do without you We split to separate rooms The last night in Alberta I knew I needed to say it You knew I was never gonna Then the van broke down While we headed home west We were trying to get back To whatever was left Why in slow motion Does goodbye feel so blue What am I gonna do without you Why in slow motion Does goodbye feel so blue What am I gonna do without you What am I gonna do without you
11.
I go to sleep With prairie town dreams Gas station postcards VLT machines The moan of the whistle Tracks where they took out the trees Broke down reservations The dirt under my feet Wheat, wide open plains Take me home again I'm gone now, more than I ever thought I'd be Yeah, I guess that's something Yeah, I guess that's something My neighborhood First stretch of concrete You were up Lakeview Crescent I was up Thirty-Seven Street Only one restaurant Bar around the back side We'd never get busted When we'd sneak inside Gone, my younger days I was wilder then I'm older now, older than I ever thought I'd be Yeah, I guess that's something Yeah, I guess that's something
12.
If I wait, you'll call and I'll answer It's the same thing every time Call it quits then you get bored of it Then wanna see me later on tonight You'd think I'd have kept my distance There's no angels or obvious signs So I'll play the up and down, I guess Until you change your mind Cause I'm just sad Sad all the time Yeah, you used to hate it Im sad all the time There's a church, Chinese food and liquor All pressed up to the same strip Like every Western town, I guess Why change it if it still seems to fit? Goddamnit, ain't there somewhere Better for a fool like me? Instead of watching those lights go down Somewhere down Sixty-Three Cause I'm just sad Sad all the time Yeah, you used to hate it I was sad all the time But maybe I'm tired of waiting And maybe I'm tired of crying When everything's on your watch, darlin' But I can't read the time Cause I'm just sad Sad all the time Yeah, you used to hate it I was sad all the time

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With her debut album and thousands of miles under her belt, Buckley looks to turn country/folk music on its head, with her follow-up album, Everywhere I Used To Be [2022]. Anchored by the haunting whine of the pedal steel, rounded out by heavy synth pads and produced by Marcus Paquin (The Weather Station, The Barr Brothers, Arcade Fire, The National), the resulting collection is a driving, swooning, toe-tapping catharsis; sealed and delivered by Buckley’s signature crooning brand of angst-ridden alt-folk.

Buckley and Paquin made an intentional move towards decidedly pop/contemporary production, and quickly found themselves in a daily rhythm of deconstructing and rebuilding each song to find its full potential. Backed by some of Canada’s finest session musicians, their collective efforts are showcased with abundant heart, and skillful flourishes while respecting the space necessary for the songs to speak.

credits

released August 12, 2022

Producer, mix engineer, percussion, bg vocals, piano, synths: Marcus Paquin
Recording engineer: Jeff Kynoch
Assistant recording engineer: Eric Cinnamon
Studio: The National Music Centre (NMC) - with special thanks to Graham Lessard
Mastering: Joao Carvalho

Drums, percussion: Liam O’Neill
Electric & upright bass: Tyson Maiko
Keys, synths: Geoff Hilhorst
Electric guitars: ‘Champagne’ James Robertson
Pedal steel: Ryan ‘Skinny’ Dyck
Bg vocals: Jesse Dollimont
Acoustic guitars, vocals, bg vocals: Mariel Buckley

Photography: Sebastian Buzzalino (cover), Heather Saitz (int.)
Graphic & web design: Erik Grice

All songs written by Mariel Buckley © 2022 except:
Going Nowhere*: Mariel Buckley, Jared Craig, Noel Johnson © 2020
Shooting At The Moon*: Mariel Buckley, Grant Davidson © 2021

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Mariel Buckley Calgary, Alberta

Unapologetically genuine, wry, and soft-hearted - Mariel Buckley has planted her flag firmly as a songwriter who’s in it for the long haul. She aims to find herself squarely on the fringes and exactly where she belongs: singing and writing songs for the underdog. ... more

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