Location: Herman’s Hideaway - 1578 South Broadway, Denver
Date: December 11
Time: 7:30 p.m.
Cost: Free with a ticket ($5 without)

We’re kicking off the evening at 7:30, followed by the Alan Baird Project, Motel Saints and the Quentin Young Band. Gonna be a great show. Be there.

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There are three designs available through cafepress. Check them out.

Static (by Eric): www.cafepress.com/dirtcircledogs
Kingdom Come (by Aaron) and Bird (by Sondra): www.cafepress.com/dirtcircledogs

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The Ballad of Jimmy Jones

Jimmy Jones was a rolling stone
And he called this town his own
Made his way into my place
And asked if he could stay awhile

Rolled up his cuffs, dug into his stuff
He said that I had not seen enough
Of this world to know all the things he could show
He told me this will blow your mind

He took this town by storm and found
He could make it his playground
And I must confess we were all impressed
By the charm of our distinguished guest

In his bag of tricks were pixie sticks
And the sweetest cunning mix
Of mystery and magnetry
Far and the eye could see for miles

He turned with a smile, strode right up with style
To announce to the crowd a trial
For which he would be the judge, you see,
To procure a proceeding free of lies

He took this town by storm and found
He could make it his playground
And I must confess we were all impressed
By the charm of our distinguished guest

Mary Jane was stoned and slain
and hung on the cross in shame
They said her sin no one could pin
On any other thing

But her love for lust. She could not be trusted,
This justice is a must
And not her alone, Mr. Jones,
There are others who have shown us lies

He took this town by storm and found
He could make it his playground
And I must confess we were all impressed
By the charm of our distinguished guest

Now there ain’t much left but a beat up truck
And even that was going up in flames
He packed and called his brother Jesus up
Left nothing with us but our names

He’s fearsome and famous
He’s done this to shame us
Now how can you blame us?

Working title: I See Rockets

On the road, the children leaving
one hundred thousand strong.

Hold my hand, we’ll see sunlight
breaking through cement.

In the sky, I see rockets
breaking through the clouds.

On the road, the children leaving
one hundred thousand strong.

I am not scared today.

There are four bands playing, three before us and we’ll headline the evening starting at 10:30. The tickets show which band you are with, and the band with the largest audience wins. Help us out. Print your ticket here (on white paper please).

Hit Single album art

01 :: The Autobahn Public House
02 :: Static

hit single | track o1

there is this fire in my chest | and i can’t make it stop | and it wants. | there is this fire in my chest | and i can’t make it stop | though i’ve tried and i’ve tried | before

there is this rage in my face | and i can’t make it stop | and it wants | there is this rage in my face | and i can’t make it stop | though i’ve tried and i’ve tried | before

there is this life in my veins | and i can’t make it stop | and it wants | there is this life in my veins | and i can’t let it go | though i’ve tried and i’ve tried | before

there is this knife in my mind | and i can’t make it stop | and it wants | there is this knife in my hand | and i can’t let it go | though i’ve tried and i’ve tried | before

there is this scream from my mouth | and i can’t make it stop | though i’ve tried and i’ve tried | before

…

early evening | dublin city | the glasnevin chipper | and autobahn | bunch of use out | playin’ football | and behind the flats | the sun went down | the sky was glowin’ | the light was fadin’ | smelled like cut grass | the start of spring | me and you | we weren’t goin’ nowhere | we’d roots that went | a few miles down

and we were young once | dublin city | we had every evening then | we were young once | dublin city

we were young | we were young