released June 4, 2015

Produced by David R. Elliott
Track 9 co-produced by Adam Mowery
Recorded at Echo Chamber, Halifax, N.S. fall 2014 - winter 2015
Engineered by Charles Austin & Frank Lopes
Additional Engineering by James O’Toole
Mixed by Mike Trask & David R. Elliott at Lester's Basement
Additional mixing by Charles Austin & David R. Elliott at Echo Chamber
Mastered by Morgan Sizer at Mozu Mastering
All songs written and arranged by David R. Elliott
Additional vocal arrangement by Adam Mowery
Photography by Christian Hapgood
Artwork by Brad Allen
Copyright 2015 Affordable Art

Thanks

Everyone involved in this album in anyway, Erin, Sal’s, DRA, Kanye, Steve Miller, Kathleen Hannah, Joe Shea, All of my affiliate musicians and collectives and artists etc., every venue that treats us well, all the other artists working for way less than they deserve in order to help us out, the people that let us stay at their houses, and the fam.

Silver Lining

David R. Elliott: Guitars, Vocals
Nick Laugher: Drums, Bass
Adam Mowery: Vocals

If she calls, then she calls, if she doesn’t that’s okay,
She’s away, not awake, either way she’ll check the tape.
You’re okay, faces fade, you can drink them all away.

Close the shade for the bright of day you
Opened up your eyes when the night time came you’re
Too busy feeling sorry for yourself to ever really care about someone else.

In the light you will find there’s a slightly better way
Don’t be cold, don’t be dumb, you can make it okay
Take some drugs, kill some time. You might consider change.

Close the shade for the bright of day you
Opened up your eyes when the night time came you’re
Too busy feeling sorry for yourself to ever really care about someone else.

But you didn’t wanna wait for the fast train,
So I guess you just waited til the cops came.

White Flag

David R. Elliott: Guitars, Vocals
Nick Laugher: Bass
Evan Matthews: Drums
Kimberly D’Ambrosia: Vocals

Tears streaming down his cheeks,
Like a white flag flying, indicates defeat.
And I get it but still,
You can’t really deny it,
Still, he’s more pretty when he’s smiling.

So listen for a second,
Relax and take a load off,
Tell me how you’re feeling,
Do you want me to go?
Give me a second I’ll get myself together,
Turn the clock backwards,
I’m not ready to go.

Gimme a second, take a load off,
tell me your feelings, what’s your motive?
Or mode of transportation honey,
should you need to go?

You don’t know.

Fear, isn’t that some shit,
You can cut the lying, I can sense defeat,
And I get it but still,
You can’t really deny it,
Still, he’s more pretty when he’s smiling.

So listen for a second,
Relax and take a load off,
Tell me how you’re feeling,
Do you want me to go?
Give me a second I’ll get myself together,
Turn the clock backwards,
I’m not ready to go.

Believing In Iron

David R. Elliott: Guitars, Vocals
Nick Laugher: Bass
Evan Matthews: Drums
Kimberly D’Ambrosia: Vocals

All the little pieces, put your heavy boots on,
Someday you’ll be sated by the wealth of your land.
Someday I’ll be leaving, they thought I was lying,
Knowing she could have me in the palm of her hand.

But your hands will rust, if you get to praying too much.

Shades of early autumn, top from on the bottom,
Cut the ties that bind and unwind not in demand.
Cut the morning headaches, cut the graying graveyard,
Cut to where we’re sitting still and all in good faith.

But can you talk too much, if you never call enough.

He’ll go anywhere, she’s called for him,
He’s on medicine, she’s all over it,
He’ll get over it, she’ll adore him,
He’s not anything like she wanted him.
He’ll do anything to get to her,
She’ll do anything to get from him,
He’ll say anything to be more than,
It’s not anything like she warned him.

It’s not anything like she warned him.

Crowded Blue

David R. Elliott: Guitars, Vocals, Sleigh Bells
Cameron Evans: Bass
Dale Wilson: Drums
Kimberly D’Ambrosia: Vocals

Summer feet conquering,
She’s always smiles when she calls me up.
Kitchen paint, charred wood.
After all these miles you would think I could.

You’re inconsiderate.

Miles of grass, headstrong,
She plants the seeds tear the soil up.
Talks to me, I listen up,
I write the songs but it don’t measure up.

I’m inconsiderate,
I’m inconsiderate but

Goodnight Mary, you saw me threw the hangups,
I should’ve had your back more, it’s nothing I can make up but
I’m not ready, I’m not ready to lose you.

Who are you to say goodnight?

Room of lies, stay strong,
Generations crowded around your blue.
Fill me up, pour me out,
A tired request to turn the heater up.

And be considerate,
Reconsider it,
You’re inconsiderate,
I’m inconsiderate but

Goodnight Mary, you saw me threw the hangups,
I should’ve had your back more, it’s nothing I can make up but
I’m not ready, I’m not ready to lose you.

Who are you to say goodnight?

Crowded around your blue.

Real Love

David R. Elliott: Vocals
Evan Matthews: Piano
Kimberly D’Ambrosia: Vocals

You rip my heart out when we touch.
You say my honesty’s too much
And I’m all gone.

Out of the shadows and into the soaking wet sky.
Sorry for nothing, I just wanna live til I die.

You turn the stars out when we touch,
I turn the light out, but I’m asking for too much,
And you are gone.

Run from my shadow and into the soaking wet sky.
Sorry for nothing, you’ll just probly live til you die.
And real love, will follow you down.
Real love, will follow you down.

And honey, can we not dance til the sun dies.
Honey, can we not dance til the moon dies.

I think it’s over.

Crossroad Blues

David R. Elliott: Guitar, Vocals
Nick Laugher: Bass
Evan Matthews: Drums, Guitar
Lyrics adapted from poetry by Yusef Komonyakaa

Slow, erratic.
And since she knows your secret, and no one else.
And the tongue even lies to itself.
Can’t keep a secret, from everyone else.

My crossroad blues, I know more criminals.
The man slips his head into a noose, and God pulls down.

God pulls down.
(Can’t keep a secret)
Left to burn out in ghost town.

Taking a Chance on Love

David R. Elliott: Guitars, Vocals
Adam Mowery: Bass, Vocals
Jordan Murphy: Drums

I’m gonna catch you with your guard down honey,
You got yer heart out and I don’t think you want me to know,
If you’d consider just a tender moment honey,
You might discover I’m the lover that you wanted to know.

I’m gonna call ya for I fall all over for ya,
Just to get a word in edge-wise I want you to know,
I might be dreamin’ but I’m scheming for ya honey,
I’m not the others let’s uncover what I want you to know.

Here I go again, I’m rushing to get old again,
I’m being bold again I’m taking a chance on love.

I’m gonna start out with my heart out honey,
You got your guard up and it’s all for good reason, I know
If you’d consider getting rid of all your hangups,
You might just see and then believe in what I already know.

Twisting Your Arm

David R. Elliott: Guitars, Vocals, Brushes
Nick Laugher: Bass, Drums
Kimberly D’Ambrosia: Vocals

Don’t look at me with those eyes,
Expecting me to move on.
If I knew where you belong, I’d run, run.

But I’m so in love, I wanna feel the fabric on your arm.
I wanna see the red against your skin, while you’re whispering my name.

While you’re wetting my flame,
While I’m twisting your arm.

Don’t point at me with those hands,
Expecting to go home,
If I knew where I belong, I’d run, run.

But I’m so in love, I wanna feel the fabric on your arm.
I wanna see the red against your skin, while you’re whisperin my name.

While you’re wetting my flame,
While I’m twisting your arm.

Rush

David R. Elliott: Guitar, Vocals
Penelope Stevens: Wurlitzer, Vocals
Adam Mowery: Bass, Vocals
Brydon Crain: Vocals
Jordan Murphy: Drums
Matt Legere: Tambourine

Gladys Love, I’m glad we met.
I fall apart like a wet cigarette.
I buy the smokes, you pay the rent.
I walk the line like there ain’t nothing left.

And if you say you wouldn’t mind my idea,
The tracks still claiming that my lines have pull.
And if you say you wouldn’t mind my idea,
My old man claiming that the cup’s half-full.

Gladys Love, I’m glad it’s love,
You must be the one that I’ve been dreaming of.
Old boots, new shoes and winter gloves,
If I try I think she’ll think that that’s enough.

And if you say you wouldn’t mind my idea,
The tracks still claiming that my lines have pull.
And if you say you wouldn’t mind my idea,
My old man claiming that the cup’s half-full.

I think it’s okay for a little bit of rush.

First Love

David R. Elliott: Guitars, Vocals
Nick Laugher: Bass, Vocals
Evan Matthews: Drums, Guitar
Adam Mowery: Vocals

I was your first love, I’d rather be your last.
Play with my heart girl, I’m sick and tired of living in the past.

Pour us a drink girl, I’m tired of not being your man.

I was a fast love, but I always made it last.
Play with my mind girl, I’m tired of fevered dreams from the past.

Pour us a drink girl, I’m tired of not being your man.
Gimme a kiss girl, I’m tired of not being your man.

Here comes the shake up,
Take off your make up, hey,
Each day I wake up,
I’m tired of not being your man.

Lead On

David R. Elliott: Guitar, Vocals
Kimberly D’Ambrosia: Vocals

You’re gonna rush me to my laying,
on the rocks you threw me on.
I’m gonna rise to your occasion,
rearrange the weight you’re leaning on.

I’m gonna act the way you want me
so you can tell me I’m not your man.
I’m gonna smother you with affection,
more than you can stand.

We’re gonna sit outside and wonder,
with thoughts of moving on.
I’ll convince you that you want me,
rearrange the life you’re leading on.

I’m gonna act as if you want me,
So you can tell me you don’t need a man.
I’m gonna smother your opinions,
Til you can’t even stand.

Lead on, lead on.

Asterix

David R. Elliott: Guitar, Vocals, Percussion
Nick Laugher: Bass
Evan Matthews: Drums

I’ll tell you you were different,
I’ll tell you you’re an artist,
I’ll call you for the next one,
I’ll act all broken-hearted.

End it with an asterisk.

I’ll call you for the next one,
I wish that you were different,
I wish you had some anger,
Why don’t you ever listen?

End it with asterisk.

You were probably gone, when I called you,
I’ll bet you’ll respond, when you want to.
Tell me I’m the one that you want with these arms of mine,
Whisper softly in the dark and send chills up your spine.

You were gone, when we talked last,
You were all confused, cause I talk fast.
Tell me I’m the one that you want when the lights are off,
I was calling your name and you were calling it off.

End it with an asterisk.