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Dead Relatives

by Jeff Beadle

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While digging through old emails trying to track down anything titled “demo” I stumbled upon an EP that I had totally forgotten had existed. The date stamp 2012! This predated “The Huntings End” which is my first solo acoustic record. Immediately while listening to the EP I was slowly starting to piece together the puzzle. I couldn’t fathom how this recording wasn’t released. Lost in the pursuit of something perhaps more tantalizing.

I remembered having one rehearsal before hopping into a studio in Toronto’s west end called The Lincoln County Social Club. I can still remember the set up. Along with musicians Jake Chisholm (guitar) Charles Dumaresq (bass) Andrew Frost (pedal steel) and Sly Juhas (drums) we threw together a live off the floor recording within a few hours. A couple overdubs later we were finished. This was my first ever solo endeavour and I feel it is an integral part of my musical journey.

So here it is in all its rawness. “Dead Relatives"” off my first ever solo record "Whiskered Lake Widower".

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Locked up in custody at home, so we rent the risqué flicks you love
This is a steel town that they built on gold
It has a time and a place for the young and old
A time and a place for the young and old
As long as I own my body it can keep my soul
So I skinned my fingers and I dug that hole
Where are live’s reside

So I’ll find myself a new born child to raise
And I’ll leave the country where the cows still graze, to where the burnished boxes are bought and sold. There’s a time and a place for the young and old.

If it owns my misfortunes, can it keep them satisfied? And is this the place our lonely hearts will die?
And I still see my memories in its deep blue southern skies, this is the land where my dead relatives all lie

We took the cardboard boxes up a numbered street, and we still don’t know what these streets will bring.
If I leave my body will my soul follow?
This town was built on the big and bold
If I come to bed will it still be cold
Maybe stoke the fire baby burn the bones

If it owns my misfortunes, can it keep them satisfied? And is this the place our broken hearts will die?
I still see my memories in it’s deep blue southern sky, this is the land where my dead relatives all lie

When we’re dead, when we’re dead will our children make our beds? Is our lineage ashamed of what we did?
Is it home, is it home? Can we call these streets our own? Can we buy a piece of property and live?
Without tears, without fears with big confidence out here on the coat tails of the ones who pioneered it all.

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released January 26, 2024

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Jeff Beadle Welland, Ontario

Jeff Beadle is an indie artist from Welland, ON.

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