silvertooth

AIN'T THE MAN I USED TO BE: Back

hang me oh hang me
i'll be dead and gone
wouldn't mind the hanging
but the laying in the grave so long
the days when we were wild and free
all the things i thought we'd be
honey that's a long time gone
your deck of fifty-one with the jacks all torn apart
holds no ace of spades
now i hold it in my heart
i used to have a hand to lend if you had one for me
but i ain't the man i used to be

well Job sits and scrapes his scars
his cloak torn to his waist
maybe i was wrong
to challenge you face to face
it used to be so clear to me
that there was no one holier than thee
but now this is a different time and place
i wonder should i turn my hand to build your golden calf
as the lightning splits my skin again and the thunder only laughs
i used to testify so loud that love and truth are free
but i ain't the man i used to be

it seems like every hand i shake
is only groping in the till
gold plated future widows
look for billionaires to kill
well you cut my hair and took from me
enough to buy the potter's tree
i would've left it to you in my will
i'm gonna buy a back-hoe a rifle a chainsaw
you can call the cops but you cannot call the law
i used to leave to my door unlocked you didn't need a key
but i ain't the man i used to be

hang me oh hang me
i'll be dead and gone
i wouldn't mind the hanging
but the laying in the grave so long
well your diamonds sparkle like the sea
and reflect you in your misery
honey do you feel the world's gone wrong
at night i pull the blankets tight and hold onto my grudge
you always feel the gavel but you never see the judge
i used to think rotten fruit only grew on rotten trees
but i ain't the man i used to be

GO DOWN IN THE BLACK EARTH: Back

you might be a gambler you might throw crooked dice and cards
you might mix your wine with strychnine and have eyes that are asphalt hard
or you might be a rambler you might be someone's forgotten son
you may not know where it is you're going you may not know where
you're coming from
but there's black storm clouds above your head and there's maggots down below
some folks say there more than this some folks say it but i do not know
but there's sixteen real good crapshooters sixteen bootleggers sing the song
we're all going down all going down in the black earth before too long

you might be a priest or a preacher an ecclesiastical sleight of hand
you might be selling folks salvation on a six month installment plan
or you might be a big old millionaire you might carry a gold watch and a chain
you might have your mind on your money you might have your money on your brain
well there's a lilly white bedroom on the second floor there's a dirty
dining room down below
i have heard there' much more than this i have heard it but i do not know
but there's twenty-nine women in the Hampton Hotel in North Atlanta
who sing this song
we're all going down all going down in the black earth before too long

you might be a real good magician you might vanish in thin air
you might turn yourself into a stranger and escape from most anywhere
but you best get dressed for your house guest he calls on everyone
he don't care if you're an honest man he don't care if your a two bit con
well he wears a black top hat on his head and black leather shoes down below
i have heard he knows your name and i can tell you that's for sure
cause there's nine men going to the cemetery and there's eight of them
who sing this song
we're all going down all going down in the black earth before too long

THE DOGS HOWL, THE CARAVAN MOVES ON (for scotty ross): Back

asphalt heart no steering wheel
grab your name from any car that you steal
the stays of your cross glow like texacos
don't get described or to the grave you will go
momma cried jesus please come home
sky father growled boy go on get gone
the lonesome hound dogs howl the caravan moves on

truckstop tongue no dictionaire
coughing out coffins like an old legionnaire
and i like the taxman chained in my youth
bit your blank roadmap with my silver tooth
i followed you with your hollow horn
the way a chain gang follows a road well worn
the lonesome hound dogs howl the caravan moves on

you took the money you did the deed
you bought the old hanging tree down among the weeds
the gun recognized your mainline vein
you've been described you can't come here again
from your pale white horse you never could get down
so we left you like a ghost on the edge of town
the lonesome hound dogs howl the caravan moves on

ABRAHAM: Back

smash your father's store
oh hammer hand oh abraham
smash your father's store
oh hammer hand come down

do justice to the stone
oh hammer hand oh abraham
justice to the stone
oh hammer hand come down

feed your gods on blood and bones
you stretch your son upon the stone
feed your priests and die alone
oh hammer hand come down

bring his gods down low
oh hammer hand oh abraham
bring his gods down low
oh hammer hand come down

mary cried jesus please come home
jesus he was born to roam
his old man stretched him on the stone
oh hammer hand come down
hammer hand come down

YOUR OLD KEY: Back

brand new suitcase brand new suit
brand new highway brand new boots
brand new garden i passed by this morn
brand new roses same old thorns
i've measured so many miles between who i am and who i might've been
had i stayed in your arms before
i've still got your old key
you've got a brand new door

brand new love one and only
brand new heart same old lonely
today i heard a brand new sound
same old tear drops falling down
i never really could hang onto anything for too long
but when it's gone i want it more
i've still got your old key
you've got a brand new door

some old trains never leave the station
others always come back around too late
some old sinners find their salvation
and some of us are just gonna have to wait

but if this old heard of mine had only cracked open like this before
maybe something could've shined through like a light from a distant shore
i know it's too late now for me to win but my heart just won't give in
and let me fall down dead here on the floor
i've still got your old key
you've got a brand new door

WILL YOUR TRAINWRECK RUN ON TIME: Back

take your tricks out of roseburg
down those maps you never read
like the time you stole his trophies
and lost them among the weeds
give your tears to the night to come
when you can close both eyes when you sleep
ain't it strange the small little comforts
every con learns to keep
take my seat down by the window
hand you my last lonesome dime
i want to know if your train-wreck runs on time

take me apart in the market
hang my name a dead end
put me back together in your dark hour
call me your only friend
is this the real you or is this the real you
or is this the real you now
do you have the courage to show me
would you even know how
take my seat down by the window
hand you my last lonesome dime
i want to know if your train-wreck runs on time

TIL THE LIGHT COMES SHINING IN: Back

it's too late to get it right
it's too early to give in
help me make it through the night
til the light comes shining in

as firm as babylon
as frail as any king
help me try to carry on
til the light come shining in

when the night is dark and the ground is cold
let me find myself under your hold
it's too late now to get it right
help me make it through the night

APART FROM YOU: Back

everybody's got connections
to everybody all of the time
everybody sees his own reflection
hanging on the end of his line
everybody's dreams are delivered
everybody's voice can be heard
every phone line's all aquiver
i guess their loneliness must've been cured
apart from you

everybody sits as his window
looking on a different space
everybody's got ten thousand friends
they never meet face to face
with every race folks are running
better love better job better nose
seems like every place is becoming
such that lack is something nobody knows
apart from you

every place i've been going
i'm listening for your name
i've got a bad feeling and it's growing
that every story ends just the same
every way i let you down
i never ever meant to do
everyone can see the tears my eyes have found
since i've been apart from you

DENVER'S GONE: Back

that wicked sun's been stalking me
there's nothing left to steal
the highway is bed of nails
with nothing left to feel
and the evening washer women stop me from moving on
denver's gone

i was young and hungry
when i first hit saskatoon
now i'm conquered
beneath a franchise moon
i guess the con is just a bigger con
denver's gone

even took down the apple
cain took up a stone
jesus took the crown
and i took his to his throne
now it's more fried eggs for breakfast
united in a yawn
denver's gone

let the brakemen
swarm across the land
let the rocky mountains
skip away like lambs
the morning washer women keep moving on
denver's gone

I SEE SATAN FALL LIKE LIGHTNING: Back

i see satan fall like lightning i see satan fall
i see satan fall like lightning i see satan fall
i see satan fall like lightning
the cold cold ground and the darkness crawling
i see satan fall like lightning i see satan fall

i went up on the mountain and took my stand
i see satan fall
i went up on the mountain and took my stand
i see satan fall
i went up on the mountain and took my stand
a rifle on my shoulder a dagger in my hand
i see satan fall like lightning i see satan fall

they took me down in Cape Girardeau
i see satan fall
they took me down in Cape Girardeau
i see satan fall
they took me down in Cape Girardeau
the scapegoat follows me wherever i go
i see satan fall like lightning i see satan fall

Mississippi trees sure bear strange fruit
i see satan fall
Mississippi trees sure bear strange fruit
i see satan fall
Mississippi trees sure bear strange fruit
my blood on the leaves my blood on the roots
i see satan fall like lightning i see satan fall

i see satan fall like lightning i see satan fall
i see satan fall like lightning i see satan fall
i see satan fall like lightning
the cold cold ground and the darkness crawling
i see satan fall like lightning i see satan fall

ALBUM CREDITS: Back

A Warren Defever / Gretchen Gonzales-Davidson Production

All songs by Ethan Daniel Davidson (olowan tanka BMI). Recorded and mixed in Detroit, Ferndale & Hazel Park, MI. Special thanks to Andrew Davis. Photography: Esme McClear. Design: Claire D'Aoust.

AIN'T THE MAN I USED TO BE
ethan daniel davidson: vocals, acoustic guitar
jordan schug: upright bass, acoustic piano, wurlitzer electric piano
ingrid racine: trumpet
vincent chandler: trombone
johnny evans: clarinet
cassandra verras: violin
scott michalski: drums
jrowe: tambourine, seed shakers

BLACK EARTH
ethan daniel davidson: vocals, acoustic guitar, acoustic piano
warren defever: organ, rhodes and wurlitzer electric piano
jordan schug: upright bass, vocals
scott michalski: drums, vocals
jrowe: percussion
daniel bennett: tenor saxophone, bass clarinet, baritone saxophone
benjamin teague: vocals
tom gores, edward joubran, dan krasner: percussion

CARAVAN MOVES ON
ethan daniel davidson: vocals, acoustic guitar
gretchen gonzales davidson: vox electric guitar
warren defever: organ, synthesizer
jordan schug: upright bass
scott michalski: drums
jrowe: congas, percussion

ABRAHAM
ethan daniel davidson: vocals, banjo, national steel guitar, 12-string bass, vibraphone, wurlitzer electric piano, basketball
scott michalski: drums
jrowe: box, chains, hammer
ingrid racine: trumpet
daniel bennett: saxophone
jordan schug: upright bass
warren defever: organ
cassandra verras: violin
lovetta pippen & ruthie underwood: backing vocals

YOUR OLD KEY
ethan daniel davidson: vocals, acoustic guitar, vibraphone
warren defever: organ
ingrid racine: trumpet
daniel bennett: tenor saxophone
scott michalski: drums
jrowe: tambourine, gong
jordan schug: upright bass

TRAINWRECK
ethan daniel davidson: vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, vibraphone
warren defever: vibraphone
jordan schug: upright bass, sarod
gretchen gonzales davidson: electric guitar, sarod
scott michalski: drums
jrowe: percussion

LIGHT COMES SHINING
ethan daniel davidson: vocals, acoustic guitar, vibraphone, electric guitar
warren defever: organ, vibes, glockenspiel, electric bass, electric guitar
gretchen gonzales davidson: lead guitar
jrowe: percussion, gong
jordan schug: upright bass, vocals
lovetta pippen: background vocals
scott michalski: drums,percussion
cassandra verras: violin

APART FROM YOU
ethan daniel davidson: vocals, acoustic guitar, electric piano
ingrid racine: trumpet
daniel bennett: clarinet, bass clarinet
vincent chandler: trombone
warren defever: organ
scott michalski: drums
jrowe: percussion
lovetta pippen: backing vocals

DENVER'S GONE
ethan daniel davidson: vocals, electric guitar, harmonica
warren defever: harmonium
gretchen gonzales davidson: lead guitar
jordan schug: upright bass
scott michalski: drums
jrowe: percussion
lovetta pippen: backing vocals

I SEE SATAN FALL LIKE LIGHTNING
ethan daniel davidson: vocals, piano, musical saw
warren defever: harmonium, slide guitar, banjo
jrowe: percussion
scott michalski: drums
cassandra verras: violin
tom gores, ed joubran, dan krasner: percussion
ruthie underwood, shelby murphy, julie benjamin, gretchen gonzales davidson, lovetta pippen, leigh slabo, sarah vaughn, stephanie zmich: vocals

CONTACT: Back

silvertoothalbum [at] gmail.com

Publicist: Nathan Walker,
nathan [at] riotactmedia.com

BIO: Back

SEVEN POINT PROGRAM

1  First new album in seven years.  Silvertooth is a departure from his previous work. Got married, settled down, had two kids, father got sick, tried to go straight, got the seven year itch to start recording again. Returning to the studio Ethan quickly unleashed a series of personal songs that have a real warmth and very natural feel.  Ethan's voice is strong, standing right next to the drummer, they recorded the songs with live vocals.  They didn't wear headphones, they did it the old fashioned way.  Listening to Silvertooth you can tell this was an organic process.  

2  Silvertooth is filled with songs about people and places, weird sounds, and has roots in traditional music.  Ethan's voice is clear and the songs are filled with mountains, valleys, trainwrecks, tales of dying crapshooters, hard times, dark nights, distorted basketballs providing percussion, blacksmiths, banjos, wise men, french philosophers, husband-murdering wives, New Orleans horn sections, buyers and sellers of salvation, cheap hotels, millionaires, truckstops, lonesome hound dogs howling, the Old Testament, ragtime drumsets with calf skin covered drums, a twelve string bass, omens, curses, blessings, warnings, and other tips from the brakemen's handbook.

3  Silvertooth is all over the map, musically and lyrically.  Ethan's originally from Detroit, has a cabin in Alaska and has lived, jammed, drifted, hitch-hiked almost everywhere a man with an acoustic guitar is welcomed : his last tour lasted six years long and was 900 shows long.  The Legendary Six Year Tour had Ethan rambling all over the US and Canada, at sheep farms in Kinloss, Scotland, across Turkey, a residency in Hattiesburg Mississippi, up to the borders of Syria and Iran, and only one show got cancelled due to a bear attack on sled dogs in Artic Village, Alaska.  The t-shirts from the tour are ridiculously covered in an epic amount of dates.

4 "He's kind of a folk singer.  He knows at least 17 verses of Woody Guthrie's "Ballad of Tom Joad".  He drove around every corner of the country in a van for six years.  He's a people person who's drifted extensively.  He remembers your name and he knows the land; one time we were driving to New York from Detroit and he suggested an Indian restaurant that was open past midnight thirty minutes off the freeway in the middle of nowhere in Pennsylvania.  Ask him what the third tallest mountain in Washington is and he can tell you (Mt Baker). I'm pretty sure Ethan should write a guide book.  He knows a lot of songs - request one of the weird songs from the Clash's Sandinista (triple album 1980) and you can't believe he knows all the words, Funkadelic, Willie Nelson, Townes Van Zandt, John Jacob Niles, and Jimmy Dale Gilmore, he's got the whole catalog up in there. I've even seen him bust out the Sesame Street version of that one Feist song" - Warren Defever, producer.

5  Obvious musical comparisons usually include Tom Waits, Gogol Bordello, and the like but Ethan would list influential authors Edward Dorn, Elif Safak, and French writer Celine as influences.   Conceptually and lyrically songs like "Caravan Moves On" seem like a result of Ethan's spending time at Harvard, La Sorbonne or at the Jewish Theological Seminary studying Islamic Law, Turkish Literature and Philosophy.  Important side note:  Ethan barely got a degree and is still basically a bum.

6  Silvertooth is available for free at Ethan's shows on LP, CD, and Cassette formats.  Way ahead of the "free music movement" Ethan's albums have always been available for free at his shows and he gave away 50,000 copies of his previous album on his last tour.

7  Silvertooth is produced by Warren Defever, best known for his longtime band as His Name Is Alive on legendary 4AD label and for his studio work with bands like Iggy and the Stooges, Rachel Haden, Yoko Ono, the GO, Elizabeth Mitchell, and many more.  Debuting as co-producer is Gretchen Gonzales Davidson, who's previous work with Slumber Party (Kill Rock Stars) stunned with their slow femme doom rock and late-night vibe.