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2017 - Glitterhouse Records

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Anders Pedersen sang, played guitar and keyboards.
Peter Dombernowsky played drums, percussion and some synth.
Nikolaj Heyman sang, played guitar, keyboards, and engineered.
Henrik 'Hands' Poulsen played bass, and cooked (most of the times).

Mads-Ole Erhardsen played the powerful baritone saxophone on Powerlines.

Produced by this DeSoto band
Recorded and mixed by Nikolaj Heyman with the band at Stablesounds studio 1 & 2
Mastered by Emil Thomsen @ ETMastering
Artwork by Studio Claus Due

Liner notes by Jim White:

"I remember the thunderstorm and the puddles everywhere. I'd just moved to North Florida and had not seen much rain prior to that. I was in the Second Grade and behind my school there was a pile of cast-off tires. I was kicking them, watching as the accumulated rainwater circled and splashed out when I heard a rough-edged boy's voice behind me bark out, “Don't you piss in that tire, son!”

The boy doing the talking was younger and smaller than me, but had this cocky strut to his way of standing. When I replied that I wasn't his son and certainly wasn't pissing in the tire he came back sharply with, “you calling me a liar!?” And with that he leaped on me and wrestled me to the ground. We tussled but I was no match for him. He pinned my shoulders down with his knees and slapped my face playfully a few times then laughed and, with a friendly smile, said, “You ain't much of a fighter are you?” He then helped me to my feet and invited me over to his house to watch a western on TV. His name was Geoff Rhinehart and he soon became like a brother to me.

Geoff understood brotherhood. He was the youngest of four rough and tumble boys, poor, uneducated, but self-determined to the point of being troublemakers. Geoff's dad was a drunk who did dredge work on a barge over in Mississippi. Geoff decided I needed men in my life and so from that point on he and his brothers sort of adopted me.

I was also the youngest of five, albeit with four sisters and an absentee father, so I spent the first part of my life knee-deep in women. From an early age I hungered for the company of men, but had none of the tools necessary to exist in a man's world. Geoff and his brothers taught me to fight and cuss and drink and stand my ground when need be, and I'm eternally grateful to them for that.

To some extent I'll always think like a woman – that's just how I was raised – but in my constant vigil to balance out my life and mind, over the years I've continued to seek out the company of strong charismatic men like Geoff and his brothers, drawn to the alien but comforting forms of communication they exhibit.

No small wonder I feel at home with the DeSoto boys; they're a brotherhood, men through and through, connected in the best of ways."

​​​​​​​​​ - Jim White

LET IT GLOW
(Pedersen)

Like the smell of snow
when it lands on your steamy lip
new fallen sweat trickling down
tickles your tongue there's nothing wrong
in sensing carefully
climb back in bed disconnect your hip
let it glow

It's hard standing up
with the weight of what I know
but the truth is it tastes more like ashes
than victory the mystery
is you never miss a beat but always overheat
when you take to the street

Beyond a city left abandoned we spin
beyond the edge of your dreams it seems
worlds of swirl begin

Something's going down uptown day and night
a surge is gonna come wash the filth away to the sea
guaranteed the hard-beating heart
shields the lab rat souls
while control falls apart

If you're spitting in the wind it blows back in your face
but the face that you wear is false
and it don't look like you sad but true
don't you think we know
the real travesty is you wear it just for show

Beyond a city left abandoned we spin
beyond the edge of your dreams it seems
worlds of swirl begin

I need to find new thoughts
plausible and strong
although I'm keeping right I'm always in the wrong
just went along
you know they asked me when you're always in your seat
does it mean you can't think on your feet


POWER LINES
(Heyman/ Pedersen)

Reach out for the falling sun
red dirt roads and one-on-one
don't go on to ask me why
the power lines are singing by my side

Race against the final burn
no regrets and no return
don't ask me to tell a lie
the power lines are wailing by my side

Through the rain
watch your grit go down the drain
don't entertain
a dream of trailing back again

Drifting fast into the black
it's not an option to go back
echoes of a battle cry
the power lines are howling by my side

Through the rain
watch your grit go down the drain
don't entertain
a dream of trailing back again

Drawing closer to an end
a bad break's coming round the bend
swallowed by a bloody sky
the power lines are broken by my side

MOON PALACE
(Pedersen)

Come away to my moon palace
on the final frontier
a silver face trying to tell us to rest up there
and eclipse year after year

Raise your eyes, believe the luster
your nerves recall
assert the sheen the sky can muster
and let it all seep through your cell walls

Cloud number nine
the top of the list
I insist
it's where we align
and all we've missed is there
at the end of the line

Giving in to bold desire we learn the trade
chase the glow and feed the fire
a swell parade of sparks that fade

So come away to my moon palace
I'll met you there
no gravity to compel us
it's a grand affair in thin air


BLACK DOG NIGHTS
(Pedersen)

Slowly getting back in shape
softly planning the escape
I can't help but notice
that the walls are caving in somehow

Black dog nights and mercury
hit me like the third degree
in a time of infamy
there's no end to what the end could be

The blessing seems like a curse
it's bad but it's still getting worse
break up and run
for a place in the sun

Pain's not what it used to be
pretty sure you would agree
there's no pill for this rag
and we're are both flying the pirate flag

Not because we wanted to
clearly turning black and blue
looking up but going down
we were running 'fore we hit the ground


The blessing seems like a curse
it's bad but it's still getting worse
break up and run
for a place in the sun

LONG GONE
(Heyman)

The summer nights are long gone
darkness grows each day
changing winds are rising
but no one's blown away
the flowers we let wither
in the shadows we let grow
they just lay down and I come down
while it falls around me

We left the sky wide open
above the flaming fields
beyond a lost horizon
of run down ideals
no fuel to keep us burning
no drug to keep me clean
I'll just lay down while I come down
and it fades around me

We found our time in pieces
scattered on the ground
maybe this will free us
maybe we'll come around
I take it we're forgiven
I take it we'll forget
I'll just lay down while I come down
and it fades around me





FALLING
(Pedersen)

This fall we're finally falling
and the freezing dark days
soon come crawling
she said you're appalling
like the sick polaroids
you keep installing

Oh woe
we will go toe-to-toe

Leaves fall like relations
condemned by the cold
and strange accusations
it feels like the surprising
find of a nail
between your eyes and

Oh woe
we will go toe-to-toe

FREE
(Heyman)

Free forever free at last
free to go down slow free to make it fast
go ahead now just feel free
oh you tell me I'm as fre as a man can be

I'm free like thunder free like rain
I'm a rambling man on an empty train
from the mountains to the sea
and I tell you I'm as free as a man can be

I'm free tomorrow free today
free to walk the line
I'm free as far as I can see
and I tell you I'm as free as a man can be

I'm free to rise I'm free to fall
free to crawl the floor the climb the wall
I'm free to laugh when I could cry
and you tell me I'm free to say goodbye
me cursed

GLASS BELL
(Pedersen)

It could be raining but more likely the sun is out
it might be reflections
but I believe those are cotton clouds

You may ask how I don't know
did my eyes already go
but no, I live under glass

For as long as it takes and then some
I'll be
you will see
me
under glass

Notice the low hum or maybe it's just a rush of blood
wicked vibrations
sets me back to days before the flood

You would ask me how d'you feel
I know it's not ideal
it's surreal, I live under glass

For as long as it takes and then some
I'll be
you will see
me
under glass

This bell is all I relate and answer to
it's mostly reflections
but ok then they will have to do

You may ask if I don't mind
the answer is no I am fine
confined

I live under glass

BACKFIRE
(Pedersen)

Sailing through the morning light
into a town without name
far beyond the come-what-might
just looking for someone to blame

I don't need a hideaway
just like to drift around the plan
the frosted sun keeps me at bay
as if to say you understand
don't do it just because you can

It had to backfire coming in under the wire
we always try to get higher
but just fall and get burned
in that same old ring of fire

She came to me in golden robes
she said hello, I said okay
I told her don't get up your hopes
but dug what she had tucked away
and then she took me all the way

It had to backfire coming in under the wire
we always try to get higher
but just fall and get burned
in that same old ring of fire

A cold wind swept the hidden face
of the sorry sight it soon became
gone again without a trace
the wind itself has no aim
it knows no guilt or shame

I'm sailing through the here-and-now
in some town out of place
what is a stranger to you anyhow
he's easily replaced
just another meal
another taste

KEEP IT COMING
(Heyman)

Just be untrue that's all I ask of you
just follow through 'cause all I wanna do
is watch you brake it just to watch it fall
you can make it

Tonight it's all right
Just keep it coming

It's dark and clear
the moon and the stars are near
just me and you all I wanna do
is go on break it just to watch it fall
we can make it

Tonight it's alright
Just keep it coming


FLATLANDS
(Heyman)

Turning wheels, burning tires
frozen pipes, melted wires
got you this far
circumstance
revolving in the flatlands

On too late, gone too fast
went to waste, meant to last
got you this far
the clapping hands
revolving in the flatlands

Out of touch, out of time
another day you fall behind
got you this far
shaking hands
revolving in the flatlands