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Hairdressers From Heaven

by Sonny & The Sunsets

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1.
Run baby run through the trees To the secret place where we can meet And be free Past the krispy kreme where the lonely cops meet And share their nutty cocoa rings And dream about a killing spree baby… I painted a painting of you and me Hot dog buns and ding dongs on the beach Let’s be free
2.
Ghost Days 02:49
When we walked Down the street Everything seemed so funny Kids in the creek Looking for their dog The strange man With his crooked walk And your brother Ripped us off Sold us parsley Said it was pot We climbed a tree With a huge rock Dropped it down And smashed his car Ghost days all around me now And the loner kid On his bike Wouldn’t say a word But he knew Everyone is just a fool he built a tunnel in his room ghost days are all around me now behind the water towers on the hill behind the town and when I lit your cigarette and felt your hair touch my hand and in your eyes something only we can understand about ghost days
3.
contact the dead the pigenon shitted sign said rain had painted streaks down to cement I entered in, it smelled like cosmic hustle Cat piss and incense. “do you want to talk to the dead? Or maybe a long lost friend? No pressure she said” No pressure Her eyes rolled back, Back in her head Visions of Hollywood dreams and Boogieman schemes And yet here I am Ancient yearnings for ancestral threads I’m so easily led I believe everything that’s said Careful what you tell me No pressure And even if my friend does appear What then? What s it like wherever you went Is their love or is their hate? is there pain or was there pleasure or is there just no pressure?
4.
Searchin 02:16
I’ve always been a searcher Searchin Maybe I found a thing or two But not a clue Always searchin Always searchin Searchin for something Searchin for shadows On a desert roof Searchin inside my heart For what I want to do Always searchin Always searchin Searchin, for something And if I find , and if I find, and if I find What I’m searchin for I’ll be a searcher , That has found something before But still searches For somethin more Always searchin, searching for something
5.
someday I’d like to be an artist and give myself away write in my notebook in my bed and listen to the rain think about the way things could be and how things really are wake up from my dreamin with a work of art in my arms give myself away, give myself away, give myself away, everyday… someday I’d like to be an artist and give myself away sit at the bar and talk to the other artists all about art talk about the world and know that it all falls apart give myself away, give myself away, give myself away
6.
Hairdressers from heaven Help me to make sense of myself again Lower my head with your gentle touch I need it so much Watch me as I fall through the air Like hair onto the checkerboard floor And don’t let me die Don’t let me die my own hair Just help me to find My natural high lights again And catch me as I fall through the air like hair onto the checkerboard floor
7.
oh the waves feel good on my sunburned face but how I’ve drifted so far from the shore take a hard look down the long corridor and the walls are made of tin and theirs holes in the floor the roof is cavin in for sure take a hard look down the long corridor take a hard look down the long corridor I’m standin naked in the corner store My head is full and there’s so much more take a hard look down the long corridor I’m digging tunnels to the room next door So you can’t find me no more take a hard look down the long corridor
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Drug Lake 05:18
I stole some shoes from the rich mans bed I took his car and wig from his head I took them down to drug lake Threw them in the water and the fish began to prey Now I don’t know fish and I don’t mean to pry But why do you prey to this hook and this line The fish looked up, looked me in the eyes Said I dunno man, because heavy times Heavy times at drug lake I need your love Because heavy times The nitro astro boogieman from space Vaporized me and all the human race Now theres worms in the street And in the subways Worms with berets and cloves in cafes Now I don’t know worms and I don’t mean to pry But why do you build cathedrals to the sky The worm looked at me , looked me in the eyes Said I dunno , because heavy times Heavy times at drug lake I need your love Because heavy times

about

Nitro. Astro. Boogeyman from space. This is a Sonny & the Sunsets recording. We started a label. Rocks in Your Head Records, named after a record shop I used to spend time in, in Soho New York two decades ago that uplifted me in a way only old record stores can. The first release is this record, Hairdressers from Heaven. We are going to put out some records that would end up in that old store. Some weird bands, some fictional bands, some real bands. San Francisco has taken hits. Clubs have closed. Artists have left. People have made eulogies - This is something up with which we cannot put! There are good bands in this city. There are great artists making bizarre shit. There are underground HAPPENINGS. There are SECRET shows. There are artists in the streets duking it out with Nazis. Shit is going down. The corporate bulldozers ran through the city and now their security apparatus tanks roll around the neighborhoods trying to keep the arts on lock down. The tanks are called Death and they bring a foul stench. Humbly, this label is our version of throwing nails at the tank tires.
Hairdressers from Heaven, it’s odd. Can I tell you it’s the only record this label has put out I stand behind? It’s a mixtape. Different sounds, different musicians, on here, things got loose. Piano driven at times, drum machines, some strange harmonies, it was made by instinct, very unconsciously, loose. I don’t know how Kelley came up with a circular Kraut like bass line for Ghost Days but he did, or how on Someday I’d like to Be an Artist, we slowed the tape down and made a strange arpeggiated piano solo and then Dylan Edrich turned it into a Moondog like orchestral solo. Or for Man Without a Past we made a bongo bass instrumental song then perennial collab Rusty Miller put a synth bass on it later, then what? Bruce Ackley brought his saxophone to my apartment. Now it’s almost Sun Ra. Or longtime sunset T-bone Harbour started singing about worms in the subways and cafes with cloves and berets, or James Mercer stepped in to produce and brought us into his back yard barn studio and harmonized on a country song about death and it became transcendent and kind of life affirming, or when co-producer Yuuki Matthews put a minimal dance bass over Shayde Sartin's already punk bass on Drug Lake. The record is full of weird shit like this, like a complicated accident, I saw it happen, but I can’t say how.

And also, this new label will include a Zine with every release, like the days of SST and Raymond Pettibon. So with Hairdressers comes Zine #1, about watching the apocalypse on the phone, and how Nazis should always be beaten up and things of that nature.

credits

released April 1, 2019

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A Bigger Picture
Bass- kelley stoltz
Drums – rusty miller
Piano/Guitar – sonny smith
Harmonies – yuuki matthews, james mercer

Ghost days
Bass – kelley
Drums – rusty
Guitar – sonny /kelley
Synth - sonny
Harmonies – yuuki, james

Another Life, Another Body
Bass- sonny
Drums – yuuki
Guitar –sonny
Synth – sonny

Searchin
Bass – atom ellis
Drums – yuuki
Harmonies – james, yuuki, tahlia
Guitar – sonny
Organ – james

Someday I’d like to be an artist
Piano – sonny
Harmonies –yuuki, james
Violin –dylan edhrich

Hairdressers from Heaven
Piano- sonny
Drums – rusty
Bass – kelley
Harmonies – yuuki, james

Take a hard look down the long corridor
Drums – joe plummer
Bass – atom
Guitar- sonny
Harmonies – yuuki, james

Man without a past
Saxophone- bruce ackley
Bass – atom
Synth bass- rusty
Violin- dylan
Synth- sonny

Drug Lake
Guitar, vocals - sonny
Drum machine/synth – glen donaldson
Bass – shayde sartin
Bass – yuuki
Drums – joe
Harmonies – tahlia , james,
Violin – dylan

Recorded electric duck studios and james’ barn
Mixed by yuuki matthews, sonny smith
Mastered by mikey young
record art sonny smith

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Sonny & The Sunsets San Francisco, California

Sonny & the Sunsets are a beautiful west coast thing. Birthed from the sand, the surf, and twilight campfires down in Ocean Beach, Sonny & the Sunsets’ busted beach-pop songs spark recollections of doo wop's otherworldly despair, a dose of goofball humor from the Michael Hurley school, and positive possibilities exuded by Jonathan Richman. ... more

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