Songs For The Empty Handed

by Sodajerk

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Released in 2010, "Songs For The Empty Handed" brings Pittsburgh ex-pats Sodajerk back to roots rock form! Download includes two live videos from Eddie's Attic in Atlanta.

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released 18 June 2010
Bucky Goldstein: Vocals, Guitar
"Poppa" John Tucker: Vocals, Drums and Percussion
Blake Parris: Bass
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"Just" Jim Relja: Guitar, Guitar, Guitar
"Buckshot" Randy Baumann: Hammond Organ

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Sodajerk Atlanta, Georgia

Sodajerk began in Pittsburgh with longtime friends Bucky Goldstein and Poppa John Tucker and ended up in Atlanta where the band was rounded out with Blake Parris and Freddy McNeal. Uniting the best of the North and South, they mashed the booze filled swagger of The Replacements with the tear-in-my-beer twang of Johnny Cash, and something special happened....the Sodajerk sound was born. ... more

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Track Name: 22 Cars
I counted 22 cars waiting for you to get back home yesterday
Snow and nighttime falling, the same old question
Can I leave you one day?
And I know I could never be you man, but I'm
Still standing here counting every single car in the world
Until I see yours.....
It's getting cold outside and my coat like my pride
Is full of holes
So take all the pictures and idle chatter
And anything that matters to me
And I know I could never be your man yet I'm
Still standing here counting every single car in the world
Until I see yours.......
Your flame and my candle, it's more than I can handle
So take it easy on me
I hit an all time low knocking on your window
What's it going to take for me to see???
That I know I could never be your man.........
Track Name: Kicking Up Dust
Come on now girl put on that little black dress
It's time to hit the streets and make ourselves a little mess
It's been so long since we've had some spare time
Longer since we've had the sense to ignore the bottom line
Our friends won't know where we've run off to
But the note on the front door will say
"We're kicking up dust, we'll see you on Monday"
I know sometimes we test each others pride
But this ring on my finger feels so damn good tonight
Turn it up, the DJ finally found a good song
From back before the lighter was replaced by the cell phone
Our friends won't know where we've run off to
But the note on the front door will say
"We're kicking up dust, we'll see you on Monday"
We're gonna find out if the weekend turns on a dime
So let's kill this town in the meantime......