Back To Dirt

by Kayla Luky

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    Comes in a two pocket case, with 12 page stapled booklet. Artwork by Roberta Landreth.

    Includes digital pre-order of Back To Dirt. You get 3 tracks now (streaming via the free Bandcamp app and also available as a high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more), plus the complete album the moment it's released.
    digital album releases January 20, 2017
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04:17
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Swaying
5.
Loneliness Or Me
6.
These Plains
7.
The Best Things In Life
8.
Little Lies
9.
Bed Of Daisies
10.
Pour Me A Strong One
11.
The Bar Is Closing
12.
Living With Your Ghost

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releases January 20, 2017

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Kayla Luky Grandview, Manitoba

Singer-songwriter Kayla Luky's unique location gives her country sound absolute authenticity. Chock-full of well-crafted country and small-town stories, if you’re hankering for some home cooking Kayla Luky's "The Time It Takes" will satisfy your hometown appetite.

"Like Neko Case in The New Pornographers, if The New Pornographers were Jim Cuddy and Greg Keelor."
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Track Name: Bottom Of A Bottle
Bottom of a Bottle

I don’t know where my heart went in those summer months
So many sleepless nights watching the sun come up
And now the sheets are so white and the wine is so red
But I’d give it all up just to get to you instead

Lonely days and lonely nights, welcome to my life
Where it’s darkness in my waking hours in motel rooms with alcohol
On this road I’m going on won’t lead me back to love
It takes me to the bottom of a bottle

I keep my cool as I make my way through all this heat
No more pennies for my thoughts nickels and dimes you’ll need
You see I dream to my right and I pass to my left
And I drive and I drive ‘til I get you out of my head

Lonely days and lonely nights, welcome to my life
Where it’s darkness in my waking hours in motel rooms with alcohol
On this road I’m going on won’t lead me back to love
It takes me to the bottom of a bottle

Lonely days and lonely nights, welcome to my life
Where it’s darkness in my waking hours in motel rooms with alcohol
On this road I’m going on won’t lead me back to love
It takes me to the bottom of a bottle
It takes me to the bottom of a bottle
Oh it takes me to the bottom of a bottle
Track Name: Comfort And Wrong
Comfort and Wrong

Oh the time that it takes seems I’m back here once again
So many roads I’ve travelled down it’s hard to tell just where I’ve been
Yeah time and roads and numbers that’s all I leave behind
To get me through these seasons just to get you off my mind

There’s trouble on the water there’s blood on the moon
When these old faded highway lines lead me back to you
I don’t know where I’m going I don’t know where I belong
But there’re sixty miles between us comfort and wrong

Well the bottle ain’t been kind to you since I last been at your door
And me well I’ve been better what else would I be here for
Oh just one more night that’s all I really need
To get me through these hard times just to put my heart at easy

There’s trouble on the water there’s blood on the moon
When these old faded highway lines lead me back to you
I don’t know where I’m going I don’t know where I belong
But there’re sixty miles between us comfort and wrong

There’s trouble on the water there’s blood on the moon
When these old faded highway lines lead me back to you
I don’t know where I’m going I don’t know where I belong
But there’re sixty miles between us comfort and wrong
There’re sixty miles between us comfort and wrong
Track Name: Back To Dirt
Back To Dirt

There is no red wagon left on the hill and the ropes are swinging in the wind The roads that we travelled down the games we never win
All lead us back home to start again

There have been so many faces some I can’t erase
Demons in my dreams remind me of mistakes
Should have known better even way back when
Storms were brewing to take your innocence

So let it burn let the wind whip through the trees
Let the water rise so high it drowns your memories
Things don’t change may your ghosts show you what you’re worth
Wait for the time it takes to let it all turn back all turn back to dirt

There have been so many places some I can’t escape
Visit them in my dreams reminds me of the ways
I could have done better even way back when
Devils on my shoulders were trying to do me in

So let it burn let the wind whip through the trees
Let the water rise so high it drowns your memories
Things don’t change may your ghosts show you what you’re worth
Wait for the time it takes to let it all turn back all turn back to dirt

The witching hour is ticking on the clock of your hometown
No one sees the magic anymore it’s long gone

So let it burn let the wind whip through the trees
Let the water rise so high it drowns your memories
Things don’t change may your ghosts show you what you’re worth
Wait for the time it takes to let it all turn back all turn back
Let it burn let the wind whip through the trees
Let the water rise so high it drowns your memories
Things don’t change may your ghosts show you what you’re worth Wait for the time it takes to let it all turn back all turn back to dirt

There is no red wagon left on the hill and the ropes are swinging in the wind