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about

Daniel hales, and the frost heaves. is an eclectic ensemble that hales from the frosty wilds of western Massachusetts. They released the ep “Bridges Freeze First” in 2008 and the full length album “Frost Heaves” in 2009. The core of the current lineup is Daniel, James Lowe and Ivan Ussach although other auxiliary players will often show up when it’s time to do some heaving.

Here’s the blog: “It’s Not The Band I Hate, It’s Their Fans,” on their debut album:

“With each listen, the album grows more and more reflective, striking a perfect balance between moments of quiet meditation and tripped out mind expansion, creating a sound that is difficult to pigeonhole, yet easy to digest…There is something very refreshing about the debut release by Daniel Hales and the Frost Heaves. It’s becoming increasingly rare in the circles of indie rock to hear an artist whose lyrics are obviously the work of a well read and intelligent individual, while still maintaining a simplicity that keeps the artist from coming across as an arrogant jerk. Daniel Hales manages to accomplish this amazing feat with ease, as Frost Heaves is a warm, endearing album that is smart, yet free from all pretentiousness…The album really shifts into high gear with the psychedelia of Loose Thread, where the slight twang of Hales’ voice is still in tact, but when enshrouded in the midst of swirling guitars and trippy percussion, it comes across as something totally different. Shepherd Of Lost Shopping Carts is a breezier number with a dreamy psych pop sound that is nothing short of intoxicating."

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released April 9, 2009

All words and music by Daniel Hales (c) 2009
except "Vacationland," music by Daniel and Matt Beers.

Produced by Norm Demoura and Daniel
Mixed by Norm Demoura
Mastered by Toby Mountain at Northeastern Digital, Southboro, MA

Recorded at Harmonium Studio, Haydenville, MA by Norm Demoura (www.harmoniumstudio.com); Sow's Ear Studio, Easthampton, MA by Scott Coar; Algorythm Analog, Greenfield, MA by Daniel.

Graphic design by Marissa Filippone (www.marissafilippone.com).
Photos and collage by Daniel.

Special thanks to Norm, Marissa, Matt, Joel, Earl, Franny, The Ambiguities, everyone who played and sang, everyone who's listening.

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Track Name: Bridges Freeze First
Bridges freeze first
It's an ancient curse
Should you swerve
at that fateful curve
pray your undertaker
put snow tires on his hearse

Bridges freeze first
Frozen pipes may burst
Should things go from bad to worse
pray your undertaker
put snow tires on his hearse
Track Name: Distance To Mars
She walked up to me in an Orono bar
I was half drunk, she wasn't far
We talked about Rilke and the distance to Mars

As asked if I'd been to Burlington, Vermont
where everyone smiles and laughs like her aunt
and the mountains have all of the trees they could want

She said I don't want to die in my sleep
so if you're an ax killer you can finish me now

We had a breakfast of burnt toast and beer
We talked about love, loathing and fear
We watched the sunrise from the end of a pier

She said I don't want to die in my sleep
so if you're an ax killer you can finish me now
and I'll go quietly
just like a bedsheet drifting over New England streets
Track Name: Loose Thread
This loose thread that I'm twisting 'round my finger
gives me gooseflesh, cause with each twist
I'm recalling - no, reliving - last time we made love
like it's still happening, and I re-hear in my mind's ear
oh, each gasp, and I re-feel each shiver

This loose thread from your sweater fits me better
than my own skin, than any robe
in the emperor's new wardrobe
and just one nip on your earlobe and I'd grown new lips

But this loose thread is a fetter cause it binds me
it reminds me of the gold ring you're now wearing
and it rips me, and I'm unraveling
Track Name: Shepherd of Lost Shopping Carts
I'm the shepherd of lost shopping carts
pushing my flock across the lot
a pasture of dreaming and long-distance thoughts

I'm the rector of the salvage lot
a congregation up on cinder blocks
no more need for their struts or their shocks

All descended from grandfather clocks
breeding dust and minding our ticks and our tocks
and dong our time in the school of hard knocks

I'm the shepherd of lost shopping carts ...
Track Name: Vacationland
10 hours in the station wagon, northbound
and all the road signs right where I left them
seem to say I was lost and found
cut the bud off at the stem

I wonder why I come and go
why I come and go
out of season in vacationland

Three days of rain before I saw the sun shine
I saw her through the window drinking red wine
She heard I was in town, said she couldn't stop by
but she sends her regards and another goodbye

I wonder why I come and go

How'd I get so empty and so full
How did I bottom out my hull
How can I chart a course not knowing
whether my tide's coming in or going

We got a hole in the ozone, Bush Sr.'s vacation home
Plastic lobsters, small town mobsters
a cruise of the islands, a chain of outlet malls
the pine trees sway, the pine needles fall

I wonder why I come and go
Track Name: Tel Aviv Waltz
All the stray cats of Tel Aviv
know things I wish they'd purr to me
the ring-tailed, dreadlocked quarter-breeds
sniffing the trash on Masaryk

Tell me the difference between a raven and a crow
rain, sleet, freezing rain and snow
the point where fast first becomes slow
a shaky yes becomes a shaky no

Hebrew, Arabic, Lebanese
the cryptic muttering of the drug casualties
the palm's reply to the promenade's breeze
the mutt to the summons of his fleas

What is the difference between a thick soup and a stew
What is the different between a bad cold and a flu
What is the different between a Muslim and a Jew
Which prays on a rug and which prays in a pew

All the stray cats of Tel Aviv
know things I wish they'd purr to me
I kneel before their mystery
their eyes go wide and then they flee

What is the difference between a raven and a crow
rain, sleet, freezing rain and snow
the point where fast first becomes slow
a shaky yes becomes a solid no
Track Name: Wrong Meter
Hey what did you say last Monday?
Say can you explain
You pray to something you wish that you could name

Got a broken zipper on my coat
and a burning tickle in my throat
I put my change in the wrong meter
Put my change in the wrong meter again

I lock my keys in my Eldorado
Hey anybody got a cellphone I can borrow?
I put my change in the wrong meter

Hey you were in my dream last Monday
What did you say was your name?
I pray were praying to something that remains

Got a broken tickle in my throat
and a burning zipper on my coat
I put my change in the wrong meter

Locked my keys in my Eldorado

Wait till I retrace the silhouette
you etched in my brain
Dreams are songs with an incomplete refrain

Wait till I erase the data
today poured into my brain
Dreams are prayers to a goddess with no name

Got a rusty wicket in my throat
and town out lining in my coat
I put my change in the wrong meter

The ratio of my joys to my sorrow
the odds today will become tomorrow
that you could make my life sweeter
be the dream I could keep dreaming
be the dream I could keep dreaming again
Track Name: When The Sun
Misty lights along the highway
naked silos in the rain
through the dusk of central PA
the ochre fields fade to gray

City, city, town to town
Who's to say, who's to say
When the sun comes for me tomorrow
It may show me somewhere I can stay

Spent one month drunk in Grantham
three in Philly looking for a friend
fished all summer in the Juniata
but now I'm headed north again

City, city, town to town ...

Weaving along a thin white line
drifting into the passing lane
each town tells a different story
but all the exits look the same

City, city, town to town ...
Track Name: Questions for a Carjacker
Now how and why did you steal a twelve-year-old Century
with two bald tires in the middle of the night?
And who taught you the fine arts of lock picking and hotwiring?
Why don't you stop by for coffee and tell me how you pulled it off sometime

Well are you taking my baby for a junkie joyride?
Did you stash the plates and sell her for a line?
Did you like the tune I had cued up on the tape deck?
Will you ditch her in a snowbank come inspection time?

Now why didn't you jack her before I fixed the muffler?
That way I'd hear you every time you drove along Route 5
Only one last question before I go and try to hitch a ride
What scum-sucking lowlife is driving my white-bodied, blue interior, American-made baby tonight?

And are you taking my baby for a junkie joyride?
Did you stash the plates and sell her for a vial?
Track Name: Northpole in July
My mother always said
you gotta eat a peck a dirt before you die
Now I know why ...

Late to bed and hate to rise
cause you can't read what's written behind your eyes
Behind your eyes

No matter how many stairs you climb
you ain't never gonna fly
cause the coal in your stocking
is piling up to the sky ...

There's no more reasons why ...

Avacado on rye
cigarette and a chai
god doesn't know why
maybe his cousin knows why
northpole in july
Track Name: Discontinued Road
Oh hello dear discontinued road
I'll walk real slow in the memory's fold

The rusted hull of a '47 Ford
A baby stroller cradling pinecones
A sled that stalled, dissolved into the hillside
A leash corrodes, collar tagged Shadow

Oh hello ...

Bottles, bowls, an ancient pile of compost
A kiln of stone, a crippled lamp post
A cellar hole, a cold well dry beside it
The mossy skull of a doe's long silence

Oh hello ...
Track Name: Frost Heaves
Frost heaves
brittle leaves
snow drifts town
labrynthine

Pleasantries
crack and freeze
small talk's squeezed
to slush debris

When frost heaves
flesh grieves for spring
breeze sings
breeze sings through rustling swings