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Music and Lyrics by Rebekah Pulley

On some evening a few years ago I purchased a bottle of Washington State red wine from a small neighborhood mini mart. It was $9.99 and I loved it and bought more when the mood struck. I'd bring it home, pop it open, have a glass and write some music. This song is the product of one such ‘session’. I lived in Washington State as a youth and have very fond memories of the area so I'm not sure why I associated falling to pieces in one's mind with the place. This is another song that I had some fun with on the lap steel guitar and recorded two tracks and then panned them. On a lark I recorded a MIDI horn arrangement in the solo area that I intended to replace with something more serious. But I grew to love its silliness and adopted the part permanently. I still giggle when I hear it.

CREDITS: I played everything you hear on this song - but if you're interested in the specific sounds you're hearing then: Upright Piano, Electric Rhythm Guitars, Lap Steel Guitars, MIDI Bass Guitar, MIDI Trumpet & MIDI Saxophone, Programmed Drum Track, Vocals.

Lyrics

It’s not funny
When all the people you love
Fall to pieces
In their minds

They keep trying
And looking harder
Between the setbacks
And the weekends

We could volunteer
For a getaway
From information
Wouldn’t that be great

With a bottle of wine
From Washington State
I know we’re not popular
But someone, somewhere likes our taste

It’s no fun
When all the people you love
Fall to pieces
In their minds

They keep trying
And looking harder
For successes
For the right timing

Here’s a ticket
To the corner store
Pick us up something
We’ll want something more of

Like bottle of wine
From Washington State
I know we’re not popular
But someone, somewhere likes our taste

Black haired Lou
He likes the Malbec
White haired Sue
She likes the Cabernet
Red headed Cindy
Likes that Zinfandel
Old mean Lindy
She likes her Gin

Me, I like a bottle of wine
From Washington State
I know it’s not popular
But I like the taste
It ain’t bad when it’s gone
And everybody
Is singing different songs

It ain’t bad when it’s gone
And everybody
Is singing different songs