Recorded live on April 8, 2014, this performance features the talents of:

Aaron Lebos - Guitar
Nick Hetko - Piano
Ben Tiberio - Bass
Michael Piolet - Drums

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"Got My Shell" - 4/8/14

Track no. 9 on "The Pope From Rome" released Feb. '16 

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(THE WAY YOU LIVE YOUR) LIFE

Written, arranged and performed by Bird Concerns
Recorded and mixed by Theo Karon
Mastered by Carl Saff

When we first awake,
the sun in the morning, warming, lighting your face.
Soft breeze like a breath,
the warmth of your body, near me, floating in space.

Is this really love? Is that why it's tough?
I can't go even a day, even one day, without your touch.

The light from your eyes,
shines on my body, through me, reflects on my soul.
Some parts I don't like,
some parts have such beauty, show me, open my eyes,

Is this really love?
Is that why I fear?
I'd do 'bout anything, anything, to keep you near.

And what if we change?
And what if my heart breaks? I know there's so much at stake.
But what if it's real?
And what if we let go, let love, take us away?

Is this really love? Is that why it's tough?
I can't go even a day, even one day, without your touch.
Is this really love? Is that why I fear?
I'd do 'bout anything, anything, to keep you near.

Is This Really Love?

Think about time with a shapeshifting weed-smoking interdimensional koi fish. 


Alex Basak— Drums, Percussion, Arrangement, Vocals, Production, Writing
Jake Sucher— Guitar 
Bobby Adamson— Guitar
Noah Fishman— Bass
Mixing Engineer — John Davis
Artwork— Max Friedman

isso tight

Jake Sucher— Guitar 
Noah Fishman— Bass, additional keys 
Louie Pagan— Bass 
Dirk Downing— Sax 
Mixing Engineer— John Davis 
Alex Basak— Writer, Drums, Vocals, Percussion, Keys, Arrangement, Production
Max Friedman— Artwork

waves

Who Will

hunker down, put me on ice 
hide from myself, yeah that'd be nice 
dirty hands, facade is light
can't see the stars, but pick out satellites 
pick me up, a fragile fight 
i show you me, but what is mine? 
tongue is black, can't taste the time 
consequential, it's all in my mind

dichotomy looking back at me
like who is he? what is i?
give a fuck, better ya
ain't enough, this aimless fuck
been 2 winters since sober 
these red eyes drive through october 
and systems failed like relationships 
and the reboot attempt was mediocre 
they say talk is cheap, but can't pull my teeth
cuz they're hidden deep, i can't find 'em 
so bury me with my psyche 
saw my eyes bleed, but he's the blind one 
pain still run deep, we been around 
it's uncertain, but we moving now
running running to the exit now
running running to the exit now 

hunker down, put me on ice 
hide from myself, yeah that'd be nice 
dirty hands, facade is light
can't see the stars but pick out satellites 
pick me up, a fragile fight 
i show you me but what is mine 
tongue is black, can't taste the time 
consequential, it's all in my mind

stars in her eyes, that's a reflex 
shadow mind that's just pretext 
all before, i've seen it
i've seen it        
ego death, don't need respect
all i need is some intellect
from interlopers who think they know ya 
got something to say just use your chest
can't find God she's somewhere else 
heart in my throat, mind in my mouth 
pain been given, couple fucks been dealt 
and truth hurts, please let it melt 
over me, burnt skin
so i scorch greens, this earth seed 
tryna find me, but the white noise
put the mind at ease so i go in peace 

in my mind 
in my
in my mind 
in my 
in my mind 
in my 
way too deep 
in my
in my mind 
in my 
way too deep 
in my

waves

BASAK