

Now that time has passed, the dust has settled and aficiondos of Danny and Dusty's The Lost Weekend', have had time to turn reality into tall tales, anecdote and campfire legend, it is time to set the story straight. "The Lost Weekend" was not actually recorded in a weekend. No, after the approximately 32 hours from sundown Friday to last call Saturday night, we decided to take all of Sunday off to nurse our hangovers and calmly bask in the glory of our frantic, wild session. A weekend? We didn't need no stinkin' weekend.
In February 1985 the Dream Syndicate, Green On Red and The Long Ryders were at the top of our creative, critical and commercial games. We wore the confidence and cockiness of. musicians who knew that any trip to any newstand was guaranteed to result in more verification of our certainty that each person's particular band (and we each would gladly place the other combos in the runners-up spot) was the best in the world.
So when Danny, Chris, Sid, Stephen, Tom, Dennis and myself converged on Control Centre Studios to turn the previous years "Bend in the Road/The Word Is Out", session into a complete LP, none of us doubted our ability to get the job done. The only question was who would pay for the beer (I think I did but I'm open to factual revisionism). Several cases of Bud and a few well-timed pints 'of Jim Beam later, we had performed the tracks that you hear on this long-awaited CD. No instruments were over-dubbed and only a few vocals were added later. Since that time, all of us have had our own Bends in the Road. Some successes some reassessments, but I'm happy to say that all of us are to one extent or another, still making records and trying to unearth new mysteries. And when I hear the record that you are holding in your hands, I am taken back to a wonderful time of arrogance, wildness and most of all enduring friendship. It's all there again.
Now, if I can only remember what we did on Sunday.
Steve "Dusty" Wynn
New York City, November 1995
The Lost Weekend ( 1985 ) is a collaboration between mainly Dan Stuart and Steve Wynn who have written all the songs, except, of course, for Knockin' On Heavens Door by Dylan.
They are backed at what could be called a supergroup of people from the Paisley Underground: Chris Cacavas from Green On Red, Sid Griffin & Tom Stevens of The Long Ryders, and Dennis Duck of The Dream Syndicate.
The producer was Paul B. Cutler, prior to membership in The Dream Syndicate.
Danny & Dusty was reissued on CD in February 1996 by Prima Records, with Bend In The Road, as a bonus track and with sleeve notes by Steve Wynn
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| 1 | The Word Is Out
LyricsI was feeling very sad and so lowI went looking for some liquid sympathy wait and found some bones down at the deep hole and the bastards waiting called the cops on me I figure somewhere in the world it's happy hour so I went down to get properly dispose when in the world me and whisky sour and the man said sorry son were closed seems that lately I've been paying for things I used to get for free dont you know I hear the music's playing well I know the word is out on me oh I was feeling very wild and restless and I figured it inside I clogged my doom called to see if I was on the castlist and the switchboard lady wouldn't put me through found me a number in my pocket I figured out: hell how can I miss shot through seven digits lock and rocket and some guy says: who the hell is this seems that lately I've been paying for things I used to get for free don't you know I hear the music's playing wow I know the word is out on me seems the doors that once were open I slam and shut in my face not good any more of hoping I think I better move some other place seems that lately I've been praying for things I used to get for free dont you know I hear the music playing wow i know the word is out on me | ||
| 2 | Song For The Dreamers
Lyricstook a ride on the 505woke up in Fresno, serious dive shes got one eye the way talking dirty that's nice oh bill, lives on the hill hes got twentyfive viles and a coup de ville likes to hang down way by the still at night sing me a song for the dreamers sing me a song for Bobby Chakone, and Al Capone and the boys sing me a song for the dreamers lady luck drives a pick-up truck she runs numbers for Pearl S. Buck shes got a life like a wild coyote and he... my brother Art must get some kind of not he feels sleep-drunk by the wheel of a '56 Dodge woke up ten miles outside of Cape Cod next morning... sing me a song for the dreamers sing me a song for Fidel Castro and Jackie O and the boys, sing me a song for the dreamers sing me a song for the dreamers sing me a song for Johnny O.M. and big friend Quinn and the boys sing me a song for the dreamers now one last verse bout my friend dan he like ten to one hundred grand blew it all at the Angie & Bran at three hours sing me a song for the dreamers sing me a song for Bobby Chakone and Al Capone sing me a song for the dreamers | ||
| 3 | Miracle Mile
Lyricsname is Sally, that's five foot 3lives down the alley from my brother and me Sally's got class, Sally's got style Sally's got no money on Miracle Mile Sam the Snake play long's you gain keep's his warm and workin in the rain she took the fall, he lost his last hand now I dont know if he's a woman or a man miracle mile every gambler needs a lucky break oh Lord how long will mine take got two hundred dollars on a fill in the fifth she don't live here, I better get out quick Herm the germs, a drifter at best he's gotta scar on his face tatto on his chest gotta gun in his booth a racer in his sleeve cause been sentenced to hell and no one leaves miracle mile you pray for the winners pray for losers too roll the dice and let turn the screw don't pray to the banker you just get a denial cause a person ain't worth nothing on miracle mile miracle mile yeah-yeah miracle mile | ||
| 4 | Baby, We All Gotta Go Down
Lyricsbaby, we all gotta go downbaby, we all gotta go down well I'll be waiting for you there in my big old rockin chair singing baby we all gotta go down they say the devil's a fallen angel me I ain't so sure plenty of evil on the west side of town and baby we all gotta go down they say there's gonna be hell to pay well let me say of this fill right away because as low as I can go I been low and shy before I say baby, we all gotta go down baby we all gotta go down baby we all gotta go down you want to find my soul? drop by the nineteen fold baby we all gotta down Samson met Delilah in a bar cause they wanted to bury the hatchet real far well after seven shots even old Samson was seing spots he said baby we all gotta go down baby we all gotta gown I'll be waitin for yer in my big old rockin chair baby we all gotta go down you wanna find my soul? well drop by the nineteen oh baby, we all gotta go down | ||
| 5 | The King Of The Losers
LyricsDavy Jones LockerHollywood and Vine the cavern of darkness they called the firefly the king of the losers is holding court tonight well there's wine-eyed peaks through a shutted b-b speaks I havent seen my old my lady in a seven weeks the king of losers aint got nothin on me as he said as I used to fear well I dont remember that and she said I used to mistreat her with my the king of the losers I ain't been down that path let's go now lets see em buddy I heard that tune of the great four women and the lies they tell you the king of the losers I know that brew through and through you know mama sent me downtown saturday at noon I got a service that I missed kicked out my room the king of the losers I know its through over in the corner sits the gowned-in sow she's laughing like a hyena with the glass of mescal the king of the losers cant toss this girl want another time when the king have come my way and guns for me to stay now the king of the losers always has to pay time oh listen you scumbags you're looking for sympathy you cant be ask why mess mosquitoes to me I'm the king of the losers now get down on your knees I got fit for blood and buckets down my back oh you whiskeybottles from late night stack you want the king of the losers look now for the jack | ||
| 6 | Send Me A Postcard
Lyricssend me a postcardfrom far away I'll be home for the winter I just got to stay mama ran out my room pulled off the shades I wont be home to soon cause we're going to the everglades we're two brothers home on the range we're long on top but short on change I got a call from the drop 68 now I'm in Jackson Hole I just got to wait well mama don't call us outlaws we ain't done nothing wrong just keep the homefire burning and we'll keep singing this song ch. 2x | ||
| 7 | Down To The Bone
Lyricsspiders speak, spiders tell liesspiders spin their webs until they die catch more with honey than wine thats how I caught a friend of mine gotta get down to the bone just got back from the midnight ride I saw Jesus standing in the line said there ain't no right or wrong just the way keep judging all along gotta get down to the bone spiders speak, spiders tell lies spiders spin their webs until they die no gal is seen pretty but its always there and lord knows its spider beware gotta get down to the bone spiders speak, spiders tell lies spiders spin their webs until they die just got back from the midnight ride going where the water taste like wine gotta get down to the bone | ||
| 8 | Knockin' On Heavens Door | ||
| 9 | Bend In The Road | ||
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