Couldn't Be More Happy

by Danny Whitecotton

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Started writing this in 2016. I wrote the first song Number Stations around the time that the last EP came out.  I finished it in December of 2018 and then... I got self conscious about it.  Honestly I liked the album but I didn't know what to do with it.  So I went looking for some answers and I found out that there were none except to put it out and see what happens. It is almost cliche at this point to talk about how the music industry has shifted but I'd say that it is indicative of a bigger overall shift in our world.  One of the things I did when I was looking at how to "market" this album was to make a list of words to describe each song and you know what? It was filled with words like "miscommunication, insecurity, uncertainty, and change". This "shift" has been on my mind quite a bit I guess.
I brought in some folks to play on a few of the songs for this album.  The talented Nate Barnes played drums and percussion on Number Stations, Arsonist, and The Field.  Toby Wilson played Pedal Steel and Dobro on Number Stations and The Field. Matt Rosen helped out with Banjo and a slide part on Arsonist back when this project was just getting started.  Everything else is me or me using a really smart piece of software to create the sounds you hear.

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released February 7, 2020

All songs written by Danny Whitecotton (BMI)

Number Stations

Danny Whitecotton - Vocal, Guitars
Nate Barnes - Drums, Percussion
Toby Wilson - Pedal Steel, Dobro

2. See You Soon

Danny Whitecotton - Vocal, Guitars, Songwriter

3. Whistle Out The Door

Danny Whitecotton - Vocals, instruments

4. Arsonist

Danny Whitecotton - Vocals, guitars
Nate Barnes - Drums
Matt Rosen - Slide guitar, banjo

5. Tell Me

Danny Whitecotton - Vocals, Instruments

6. Don’t Worry Now

Danny Whitecotton - Vocals, Instruments

7. The Field

Danny Whitecotton - Vocal, Guitars
Nate Barnes - Drums, Percussion
Toby Wilson - Pedal Steel, Dobro

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Danny Whitecotton Wilmington, Delaware

Danny Whitecotton is a native Texas singer/songwriter currently based out of Wilmington, Delaware that writes and plays songs about love, loss, and possibility with a blend of folk, country, rock, and blues.

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Track Name: Number Stations
Hearing old Soviet codes
On a dark September night
Through the shortwave radio
I wish that message was for me
From you but these days we don't ever speak.

Give me a message number station
I've got the code but I don't have a key
Give me a message number station
Your hearts gone dark and I'm in way too deep

Late Night songs on the radio
Am station and in between they're talking UFOs
Been out of touch for a little while
Disconnection does us good It's always been your style

Give me a message number station
I've got the code but I don't have a key
Give me a message number station
Your hearts gone dark and I'm in way too deep

You got a lo-fi state of mind
always talking through the static gritty signal lines
Why can't you say what you mean
What you mean when you say it didn't mean a thing
Track Name: See You Soon
Twenty dollars from a cash machine
Walking is free but wine costs money
Nothing fancy nothing strong
Warms the soul when the day gets long
I’ll drink alone tonight
Think of you as my glass goes dry
Tomorrow I’m on my way to you
See you soon

Hotel by the airport is too loud
Thoughts of you couldn’t drown it out
Only thing on my rooms TV
Is reality and misery
I’ll sleep alone tonight
Think of you as my mind goes wild
Tomorrow I’m on my way to you
See you soon

Six AM plane to catch
Jump through hoops until I’m out of bread
X-rays won’t block my way
I’d jump over hell’s gate
You won’t be alone tonight
If it’s dark leave on a light
Finally on my way to you
See you soon
Track Name: Whistle Out The Door
Don't know where i'm going but i'm leaving as soon as i can
Leaving all the bills unpaid I’m sure you won't understand
Been squeezing me for so long and i'm tired of being a stone
Still got blood in here but it's mine so leave me alone
There's a song that i'm whistling as I’m walking out the door
So long landlord i don't live here anymore

Too many empty tables and lonesome bar stools
Anyone still here is in the back shooting pool
I got songs for the weary just like i am
But they don't want to listen they don't give a damn
There's a song that i'm whistling as i'm walking out the door
Shut off the lights i'm not playing anymore

To hell with the consequence sometimes you have to leave
Let the chips fall where they may let fortune tellers read
All the signs you've been ignoring let them slap you in the face
There's no directions in this life for winning this race
There is a song i'm whistling and it shakes me to the bone
Every choice is mine and mine alone

Standing in line outside some golden gates
I never was nice enough to get in the fast lane
Too many rules to follow when i could have so much fun
Too many things to worship to pick just one
There is a song that i'm whistling as i'm walking out the door
So long my friends i wish you lived a little more
Track Name: Arsonist
The fire burned for days across the river from where we stood
Destroyed everything we made all of the bad along with the good
Pigeon holed without a purpose they took our jobs they took our voice
Automated our whole lives disconnection never a choice

You said we wouldn't be any trouble to the stakeholders the board or the analyst
To build a world you need an architect to burn it down you need an arsonist

Zero lives were lost the smoke ring souls that night were just machines
The guns that fired when they found us killed unarmed men without a guilty plea

You said we wouldn't be any trouble but to take us out you know we might be a catalyst
To build a world you need stability to shake things up you need an arsonist

The few of us that got away vowed to blaze a better world
At least a footnote in history aline in a song, a point in the record

You said we wouldn't be any trouble
Just a small group of bleeding heart socialists
To spin a story you need a media empire
Track Name: Tell Me
Tell me how we met again I can’t remember
Fuzzy pictures empty glasses Pour into a blender

You had that funny line
Everyone laughed so hard
Tell me one more time
Who we are

Used to be apolitical now it’s hard to resist
Spend our days throwing words to knock people off the fence
Ok spilling blood until we see a face
Need a change of tone need a change of pace
Live in such strange times
We’re all torn apart
Someone should remind us
Who we are

Tell me how we met again I can’t remember
Old friends and good times Poured into a blender
Peace and love is a pipe dream
If we go too far
Stop to look back at
Who we are
Track Name: Don't Worry Now
Don’t worry now it’s just me coming in
No strangers you hate no house to defend
Somewhere in dark your fire still burns
No light for years from lessons you learned

Don’t worry now the water is warm
Jump right in to the arms of a storm
Learn to love Ike, Irma, Maria
Sandy, Harvey, Rita, Katrina

Don’t worry now you still have time
Hate who you want hate isn’t a crime
Silence the weak with something to say
The deck is all stacked so shuffle them away

Don’t worry now you can still be poor
More likely in heaven than those shutting the door
One more dollar in the offering plate
Golden crosses licked by golden flames

Don’t worry now your children are safe
Guns for the teachers for students straight A’s
Can’t everyone be armed to the teeth
A thought and a prayer and a bullet for each

Don’t worry now they’re not laughing at us
Expert master of some failed apprentice
Reality is we knew this before
Jesters in suits spray tanned orange

Don’t worry now our champion is here
Wants to be king of a kingdom of fear
Give him a crown only he can hold
Light as a feather spray painted gold

Don’t worry now its just me coming in
No strangers you hate no house to defend
Finally we did it drove everyone away
First and alone declared ourselves great
We’re all alone now isn’t it great
Track Name: The Field
Thirty-one years things I’ll never learn
When to listen how to read certain signs
Kid causing trouble always moving on
Waiting for the last minute running out of time

Listen to the street lights humming
Songs for days we try to leave behind
Winter days are short conversations get to quick
knowing something was wrong was to know when it was right

One last call that I got from you
I was so proud gonna be a dad
Losing and becoming one at the same time
Couldn’t be more happy couldn’t be more sad

Listen to the telephone line humming
For a voice I know I have to leave behind
Memories are short I hold on to all I can
To know he was gone you had to know what it felt like

A thousand miles away from where I left you
In that field that never lies
Wind as cold as steel all debts are absolved
Words couldn’t help but I guess they never tried
No I guess they never tried

Listen to the highway it’s humming
Songs for days we try to leave behind
Memories are short I hold on to every word you said
So I can pass them on like a fragile candle light