loverboy

by oldsoul

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loverboy was recorded during the summer of 2015 in the Checkoways’ basement.

Vocals, Guitar - Jess Hall
Vocals, Guitar, Saxophone - Tom Stevens
Bass - Tyler Heisler
Drums, Vocals - Alex DeLorey

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Jake Checkoway

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released October 23, 2015

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Track Name: Becoming Conscious Of...
This must be what it’s like. I feel my hands - cold and calloused.
I feel my hands. I feel.

This must be what it’s like. It’s not worth it.
Expanding the void that fills up my chest. Guilty.

I am wrong. I am wrong and everything I’ve ever done has left me feeling guilty. I’d drag my bones into the sun to keep you from burning.
Track Name: Show Me Something New
(I can see you) I'm hoping for you to
(See what I do) Turn me off and cut me loose
(Let you consume) All my inspired strokes
(Bitter and blue) On a painting I'll never show

You're words are hard to hear, but your movements make it clear
You aren't always sincere and I don't believe you, I don't want to
When you strip down to loneliness, you make it glamorous
You make a fashion out of habit
Floating, cool, through your narrative

There’s no one left to show me something new
My soul, to leave it
Left in orbit

I’m sorry I keep turning into someone else
I’m sorry

I can see you
See what I do
Let you consume
Bitter and blue

You're words are hard to hear, but your movements make it clear
You aren't always sincere and I don't believe you, I don't want to
When you strip down to loneliness, you make it glamorous
You make a fashion out of habit
Floating, cool, through your narrative

I’m sorry I keep turning into someone else
I’m sorry
Track Name: Dean Park
I want to feel innocent.
Burn my feet on the cement.
You said, “Don’t forget your roots. Don’t forget what builds you up.”

I remember how you laughed, the way you carried yourself.
I remember everything that you said hoping someday I’d be just like you.
I hope it haunts you, I hope it eats you alive.
I hope you’re never satisfied.
I hope you think of me when you start to realize your wrong.

I’ve learned to accept the guilt and regret gnawing away at my bones.
Pull me apart until I can’t escape the feeling of being alone.