Nashville Recordings, Vol. 3: Travelogues
"... it is an itinerary of memory and dream—a journey that, like any true departure, leaves behind an indelible mark"
— IGGY
— IGGY
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"a beautifully crafted narrative that touches on melancholy, irony, surrealism, and more, while also traveling between reality and myth."
— Os Garotos de Liverpool
"somewhere between poetry, cinema and the tender surrealism of an American dreamer"
— Extravafrench
Travel often becomes an inspiration for songs for me. There is so much to draw on — the natural beauty, the local color, the touristy stuff, and the oddities… not to mention the self reflection that comes from being completely re-oriented and having your focus shift from the mundanities of your comfort zone. Properly speaking, the subtitle of this volume of Nashville Recordings (producer Kenny Schick once again at the helm) should be "Travelogues and Itineraries" given the nature of some of the pieces. These aren't the only travel related songs in my back catalogue I could have chosen, but given the musical idioms I was interested in painting with for this batch of songs, this small volume feels nicely cohesive.
— E.G. Phillips
— Os Garotos de Liverpool
"somewhere between poetry, cinema and the tender surrealism of an American dreamer"
— Extravafrench
Travel often becomes an inspiration for songs for me. There is so much to draw on — the natural beauty, the local color, the touristy stuff, and the oddities… not to mention the self reflection that comes from being completely re-oriented and having your focus shift from the mundanities of your comfort zone. Properly speaking, the subtitle of this volume of Nashville Recordings (producer Kenny Schick once again at the helm) should be "Travelogues and Itineraries" given the nature of some of the pieces. These aren't the only travel related songs in my back catalogue I could have chosen, but given the musical idioms I was interested in painting with for this batch of songs, this small volume feels nicely cohesive.
— E.G. Phillips
"...moments of raw rock energy... flashes of jazz phrasing... a sound that’s both rustic and refined, timeless yet undeniably modern"
— We Write About Music
"...the kind of understated song you’d expect to hear live at an intimate, dimly-lit bar"
— Lost In the Manor
— We Write About Music
"...the kind of understated song you’d expect to hear live at an intimate, dimly-lit bar"
— Lost In the Manor
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Lyrics:
I am going, going to go I am going to Nevada I'll take all the music I love And leave behind what I don't need I don't know what I Think I'll find there I just know I need to go and Lose myself in the desert Lose myself in Nevada Some people go to see the shows Drink real hard, hit the casinos Me, I've already gambled away The one thing that’s important to me I don't know what I Think I'll find there I just know I need to go and Lose myself in the desert Lose myself in Nevada I don't know what I Think I'll find there I just know I need to go and Lose myself in the desert Lose myself in Nevada I am going, going to go I am going to Nevada I'll take all the music I love And leave behind what I don't need I don't know what I Think I'll find there I just know I need to go and Lose myself in the desert Lose myself in Nevada Lose myself in Nevada Lose myself in Nevada Lose my self |
Credits:
vocals: E.G. Phillips accordion: Peter Colclasure all other instruments: Kenny Schick Produced by Kenny Schick Recorded at Basement 3 Productions and ToneFreq studios Written by E.G. Phillips © 2025 Ducks With Pants Music Notes: Fellow songwriter Nina Jo Smith once remarked that this song is written in "the key of fun." It's inspiration was my initial trek across the state after I drove south from Minneapolis and took a right at Des Moines on way to California a year and half ahead of the turn of the millennium. There was a verse where I name checked places like "Winnemucca" and let my roots as a geographer shine through by mentioning the "basin and range" topography of the state, but ultimately this version of the song made sense to me. |
"...a meta-touristic psychogram"
— NenesButler
"a surreal, jazz-filled delirium where trumpets evoke Mingus and Mexican mirages"
— Extravafrench
— NenesButler
"a surreal, jazz-filled delirium where trumpets evoke Mingus and Mexican mirages"
— Extravafrench
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Lyrics:
When you go down to good ol’ San Felipe And you’ve had your shrimp cocktail or fresh catch ceviche After your walk down along the beach there Keep your eyes open as you shop along the streets yeah For when I was there I was quite surprised I saw Pooh Bear dancing right before my eyes But there was something wrong with that bear He looked like he’d gone evil He had an evil stare Watch the moonlight float on the Sea of Cortez Stop in Santa Rosalia, get some fresh bread Wade the shallow waters of a cove near La Paz - Ahh Eat street tacos and drink lots of horchata Soldiers want a ride outside San Ignacio But lose interest cause we’re going where tourists go Get out of Cabo as fast as you can Avoid the Hard Rock Cafe And pushy timeshare scams Such variety of desert, such a beautiful drive Letting her take the wheel took some years off my life Getting lost in Mexicali felt so exhausting And guess who we saw again At the border crossing… When you go down to good ol’ San Felipe And you’ve had your shrimp cocktail or fresh catch ceviche After your walk down along the beach there Keep your eyes open as you shop along the streets yeah For when I was there I was quite surprised I saw Pooh Bear dancing right before my eyes But there was something wrong with that bear He looked like he’d gone evil He had an evil stare Heh heh heh… I got your honey… Ha ha ha! |
Credits: vocals: E.G. Phillips trumpet: Zachery Douglas all other instruments: Kenny Schick Produced by Kenny Schick Recorded at Basement 3 Productions and ToneFreq studios Written by E.G. Phillips © 2025 Ducks With Pants Music Notes: A song about the delights of travel — among which include the in-group jokes that develop with whomever you’re traveling with. 
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"...it becomes epic, almost mythical"
— NenesButler
"...emotionally vibrant poetry"
— Boulimique de Musique
— NenesButler
"...emotionally vibrant poetry"
— Boulimique de Musique
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Lyrics:
I’ll traverse the jagged spine of the Andes The call of the steppes of Patagonia commands me Hear those glaciers roar as they rupture Stand at the edge of Tierra del Fuego I must go further than I’ve ever been before. Walk though lands once ruled by the kings of Pontus Inhabit cities with names like Pergamum and Tarsus Sleep on the deck of a wooden gulet As it rounds the Turkish Blue Coast I must go further than I’ve ever been before. Smell the cedar trees where Gilgamesh fought Humbaba Sit on the river banks where Siddhartha sought nirvana Sip green tea on Tatami mats From Okinawa to Hokkaido I must go further than I’ve ever been before. I must go further than I’ve ever been before. The way people talk about past relationships They’re so cold, unforgiving and toxically caustic And the woman that I love Passes me by like I’m a ghost I must be further than I’ve ever been before I must be further than I’ve ever been before |
Credits:
vocals: E.G. Phillips accordion: Peter Colclasure all other instruments: Kenny Schick Produced by Kenny Schick Recorded at Basement 3 Productions and ToneFreq studios Written by E.G. Phillips © 2025 Ducks With Pants Music Notes: More of an itinerary really — one that not only progresses through physical geography, but it also traipses through the landscape of myth and history in an attempt to go ever further. 
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"...brilliantly conveys the feeling of moments slipping through our fingers"
— Boulimique de Musique
"...the quiet intimacy of a film’s final scene"
-- Indie Emergente
— Boulimique de Musique
"...the quiet intimacy of a film’s final scene"
-- Indie Emergente
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Lyrics:
I stop at a diner in downtown Peterborough Order the grilled chicken without the fries I decide to try a black cherry soda It's the waitress Who recommends the pie She heats it up and serves it on a plate that’s warm Its filling's soft and moist on my tongue I like the way she looks and smiles and me but I'm too old or else she's just too young I have travelled all across New England Climb'n mountains, watch’n leaves change But this is the first time I've felt happiness And its source is just half my age She might even still be in high school Maybe next year, college bound She says she's lived here her whole life She can't wait to Get out of this town When I tell her that I'm here from San Francisco She can't believe that I'm out this way What would bring you to Peterborough Asks the girl Who's half my age I have travelled all across New England Climb'n mountains, watch’n leaves change But this is the first time I've felt happiness And its source is just half my age I think bout all the time that’s past How much has happened, how much has changed And what I’d give to give it all back And how I’d profit From that exchange I enjoy the last of our conversation as I clean my plate and pay the bill I let myself flirt a little more Then I leave Once I've had my fill I have travelled all across New England Climb'n mountains, watch’n leaves change But this is the first time I've felt happiness And its source is just half my age Tomorrow I'll be heading back security checks and flight delays But for one sweet I recalled how we fall in love And that’s most I expect in this half of our age |
Credits:
vocals: E.G. Phillips backing vocals: ArtemesiaBlack all other instruments: Kenny Schick Produced by Kenny Schick Recorded at Basement 3 Productions and ToneFreq studios Written by E.G. Phillips © 2025 Ducks With Pants Music Notes: A story of a journey at its end and reflections on the passing of time provoked by a very ordinary encounter. |