Seasons

by CityCop.

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*SEASONS 12" OUT NOW AT flannelgurl.bigcartel.com/*


Vinyl out NOW via Flannel Gurl Records.
Tape Sold out via L'Amour Records.
CD's Available at citycop.bigcartel.com

All Lyrics written by Eddie Gancos except "Bluebird", written by the great Charles Bukowski. This is just our interpretation of the poem. Some of the lyrics are not exact.

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released 17 December 2011
Produced by Matt Lucy/Studio Twelve
Art by: Justin Nottke/Wild Method Workshop

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tags: punk acoustic cleveland emo experimental indie punk screamo Ashtabula

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May 23rd- Ashtabula, Ohio//Dynamite Palace
May 25th- Howell, Michigan//Bled Fest
May 27th- Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania//Mr. Roboto Project
May 28th- Pearl River, New York//Vezzarezzadance
May 29th- Providence, Rhode Island/As220
May 30th- Boston, Massachusetts -BEING BOOKED-
May 31st- New Haven, Connecticut//The Pantry House
June 1st- Philadelphia, Pennsylvania//Moonbase Nix ... more

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Track Name: Bluebird
* "Bluebird", written by the great Charles Bukowski. This is just our interpretation of the poem. Some of the lyrics are not exact.*

There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out,
but I'm too tough for him.
I say stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you.
There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out,
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke,
and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he's in there.
There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out,
but I'm too tough for him, I say stay down,
do you want to mess me up?
do you want to screw up the works?
do you want to blow my book sales in Europe?
There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out,
but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep.
I say I know you're there, so don't be sad.
and then I put him back
But he's singing a little in there,
I haven't quite let him die.
And we sleep together like that, with our secret pact,
and it's nice enough to make a man weep.
But I don't weep, Do you?
Track Name: Spring
(Yo estoy enfermo de tu mierda)
And I'm the son of a broken man,
but we're all born at one point or another,
And I've lived through droughts.
And we may not be proud, at least we feel something.
And I've gone through some hard times,
and some not so rough at all.
And I was given some advice before,
He'd say, "Never stay the same."
I said, "I'll never change."
They'd say, "Never stay the same."
I said, "I'll never change."
So I walked back to that place I call home.
And I'm Wandering by myself, all alone.
And I'm walking home, and I'm probably walking alone, I'm sorry.
My father cried, he didn't stop living.
and I said, "Get Back."
and I cried, but I wouldn't stop wondering how I felt.
I walked back.
So I went back to this day and age.
How can people even think like this?
And I've barely made it with bread, water and emptiness in my body.
Track Name: Summer
The warmest feeling, the one I've missed oh so much.
Here I sit, face to face, living has become my only crutch.
As the air hits your face, the nights we shared.
Integrating remorse rather here nor there.
Yes, I've seen the light, and honestly it's rather dim.
A group of worried faces, minds filled with blank spaces.
While contributing to white futures, we live the darkest hour.
And the seconds on the clock are ticking, and the higher beings are up high picking,
who's in, and who's out, I've tried my best to be a better man, but I am not a part of this.
The common ground, the common name.
Common thieves filling life with shame.
It's becoming hard to stand for something I'm not quite sure about.
But you've got to realize that I have no fucking doubts.
A bright collision, my own decisions have kept me where I sit today.
A bright collision, my own decisions have kept me where I stand today.
Anxious, Worrying.
Waiting, Worrying.
Anxious, Worrying.
Waiting, Worrying.
I've walked through the deserts only seeking the truth.
I swam through the ocean, yet nothing is new.
My blood is boiling, the skies are blue.
Trying my hardest just to make it through.
You beg, you beg, you beg.
You need to learn respect.
You beg, you beg, you beg.
You need to earn respect.
For somebody with such confidence, you sure do have an unclear head.
Hard labor WE put in.
Track Name: Fall
The rain.
The rain's pouring down on everything I own.
(It's making a mark on the people I've known.)
I've got nobody, no captain to steer me.
(And I'm on the other side, nobody's near me.)
I see my old friends, not a nod or a wave.
(Oh it's been a while since we went away.)
She said, "Tonight I sleep alone like many nights before it. I know it's not the same but my conscience can't ignore it."
I'm wandering around the town I used to know, it's funny how my faith is high when my morals are so low.
I finally found a spirit to bring me back to base, it's not what you expected, not a gender or a race.
(It always runs through my fingers. I can sit around and linger, but what the fuck will that get me?)
I see my mother looking down, she gives me a smile,
She says, Go ahead and live.
I saw this clearly now, that I'm not the one.
I've drawn out all my faults, and I blamed myself.
I took away my time, the anger melts away.
Track Name: Winter
So maybe I will find a broken place to call my throne.
They say home is where the heart is, but mine is made of stone.
And I've walked 50 miles to hear the child's voice.
And at that it's pretty faint, I wasn't given a choice.
Pacing and pondering, no sleep and wandering around,
Oh this isn't what we had in mind.
I guess we'll take it day by day, and I'm not sure exactly if I'll go or if I'll stay.
(A thin wall that's keeping me from all these consistencies I have, It's what we've waited for, for all of our lives. And I'm gonna try to bend or break you, and if a leave a scratch, I'm certain I can charge right through.)
Bring me back to my slumber, my dreams are what cause me to wonder.
Savor all the memories, block out all the enemies.
Wake up in a cold, cold sweat, screaming.
And I guess it's what we call redemption, the sad thoughts in my mind I forgot to mention.
The familiar realm is seeming, to be the escape that I've been needing.
These substances, These crutches.
And I'm still standing on my own two feet,
so many souls I have yet to meet.
I've gone to the greatest lengths to put the past behind me.
To put the past behind me.