1. |
Blinded By The Sun
05:46
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We knock the ashes to the floor
Pretend It hasn't all been done before
Forget the debts we've paid and pay anew
Repent a thousand times until it's true
We know that someday we'll know when
The first steps toward forever might begin
It might be Monday morning or next year
Some far off day when everything seems clear
But all these nights of silent starlit grace
Transcend the lines upon your face
Their beauty cannot be erased
Even though we're blinded by the sun
Day breaks, it all begins again
The daily dread starts to descend
Our optimistic empty hands
Still powerless to pay the full demand
It's like a record in reverse
We think tomorrow we'll outwit the curse
We lock our future in our past
Ignoring all the shadows that it casts
But daylight waits for us to know
It's starlight echoed here below
Our future's written in your eyes
Illuminated by the sun
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2. |
Avenue Ghosts
03:27
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The ghosts and I are dancing underneath the Avenue
Though I don't write it down in time, I swear to god it's true
Drum beats in the underpass are washing over us
Soundtrack to a trainwreck and a world that never was
And time will take its wage
And joy demands her place upon the stage
Until it breaks me
I will stay here underground
Coffee beans and fever dreams
And songs yet to be sung
Half forgotten confidence
And whiskey on my tongue
Moonlight over bottle glass
And footsteps overhead
If it weren't for Sundays
Then I might as well be dead
And all of this will count
Our sermons on the mount
Belong to only those who love us well
And keep us underground
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3. |
Welcome Diner
04:48
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You're always standing in the way
Guess every dog must have his day
We didn't ask you anyway
We wish we'd never known you
You want to hang out with the band
But never offer them a hand
With loading in or out
You seem to think we owe you something
Well, thanks a lot but you are not
Very welcome around here
I guess it's pretty clear
You didn't get the memo
And you're so vain, you probably think this song's about you
But our friends are all up on the stage
And we are gonna dance now
You want to buy that girl a drink
So you can tell her what to think
And if she doesn't take the bait
She must be out to get you
And every small indignity
Must be some conspiracy
You think it's all a mutiny
You want to make us suffer
Well, thanks a lot but you are not
Very welcome
We are tired of pretending
That we don't know what you're after
And you're so vain you probably think this song's about you
But we're headed to the bar
To raise a glass to folks who matter
All the liberties you take
And all the promises you make
And all the lies you do not realize are recognized
Dissolve your plastic dynasty
You are your own worst enemy
You're not the king of anything
The prince of paranoia
Thanks a lot but you are not
Very welcome
We are done with being silent
We are not inclined to censor
And you're so vain, you probably think this song's about you
But we've finished tuning all our gear
And we are gonna shout now
credits
from Midtown Island Demos, track released April 1, 2019
Julie Jennings-Patterson - vocals/electric bass
Mario Cordova - guitar/acoustic bass
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4. |
Shadowsong
04:47
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5. |
Exiles
03:34
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