Lipstick on the counter, a full glass of wine from last afternoon
It’s half past the hour. I don’t hear the shower
The stars are raining, falling like light through closed eyes
But shadows in the corner just can’t be denied 

Blind, going in blind, your kind of religion leaves stigmata signs
Time keeps going by, the harder I run, the more I fall behind
Drowning in a dream, no one’s waking me
Tangled in the weave of your mind

It smells like obsession. The vanity stained with your cheap perfume
Sunrise in reflection, my only concession
The stars are raining, falling like light through closed eyes
But shadows in the corners just can’t be denied 

Blind, going in blind, your kind of religion leaves stigmata signs
Time keeps going by, the harder I run, the more I fall  behind
Drowning in a dream, no one’s waking me
Tangled in the weave of your mind

Alex Summerlin – lead vocal
Chad Terrell – electric guitars, backing vocals, bass 
Rick Scott – piano, backing vocal, synth, and programming (drums, banjo, dobro, acoustic guitar, and strings)
Engineer – Chad Terrell
Production – Rick Scott, Chad Terrell, Alex Summerlin, WaterWoods Studio, Maumelle, AR
Photograph – Rick Scott

Blind

Empty is the bedpost where you hang your coat
Stuck to the side table, you left a note
Sayin' it's over, you no longer can cope
With the selfish behavior, and that's all you wrote

But I'd crawl out of my skin if it meant I could be with you
Don't care if I'm left wandering through all I know is true
'Cause you're all I wanted, all I asked for, all that I could see
So tonight, just don't leave me, 'cause you'll leave me in two
All I could need is you, all I need is you

So, let this linger. Won't you stay?
Keep it out in the open to give you some space
I'm sick of this outcome, too tired to change
It's happy ever after for one more day

'Cause I'd crawl out of my skin if only to be with you
Don't care if I'm left wandering through all I think is true
'Cause you're all I wanted, all I asked for, all that I could be
So tonight, just don't leave me, 'cause you'll leave me in two
All I could need is you, all I need is you 

If you do go, you should know I'd do anything to keep you close
So just tell me, who I've gotta be, 'cause I'd change everything

Yeah, I'd crawl out of my skin if it meant I could just have you
Don't know if I'm left wandering through every different truth
And you're all I wanted, all I asked for, all that I could see
So tonight, you can't leave me, 'cause you'll leave me in two
All I could need is you, all I need is you

Alex Summerlin – vocals, electric guitars
Chad Terrell – bass, electric guitar
Rick Scott – synth, organ, programming  (drums, bridge guitars)
Engineer – Chad Terrell
Production – Rick Scott, Chad Terrell, Alex Summerlin, WaterWoods Studio, Maumelle, AR
Photograph – Rick Scott

What’s it like knowing you’ve lost all that time, so behind?
Patience in facing all those obligations, creations
Do us a favor, believe the rumors, there’s some truth in all the bad

I’m sure they’ve got nothing on me, but they’ve probably thought up something good
And you know, you know, you know they could

Crazy, whatever options growing hazy, it slays me
You’re too kind, someone like you is hard to find, don’t you mind?
We’ve got a problem that I’m not solving, just try to let it go

I’m sure they’ve got nothing on me, but they’ve probably thought up something good
And you know, you know, you know they would

I’m sure they’ve got nothing on me, but I know they’ve thought up something good
And if you could just see what I see, you know, you know, you know they should
You know they should

Alex Summerlin – lead vocal
Fil Griggs – backing vocals
Chad Terrell – electric guitars, bass
Rick Scott – piano, programming (drums, acoustic and tremolo guitar)
Engineer – Chad Terrell
Production – Rick Scott, Chad Terrell, Alex Summerlin, WaterWoods Studio, Maumelle, AR
Photography - Rick Scott

Nowhere to Go

Believe The Rumors

Everybody's so dramatic. Chasing something, so emphatic
Overwhelming, megalomatic; Needs attention, too reactive
Keep your head down, shoot the lights out

Are we trapped within this shared invention? They're monetizing our attention
Is now the time to panic? Am I allowed to panic now?

Hold your breath, 'cause you can't catch it. A scent so thick that you could grab it
Crowded in, too isolated; Common sense is antiquated
Take the time now. Snuff the stench out

Are we trapped within this shared invention? They're monetizing our attention
Is now the time to panic? 'Cause I'm starting to panic now

Got the amps set to eleven. A little quiet's close to heaven
They don't even hide the poison. We've already let the noise in
Let them all shout. Tune the noise out

Are we trapped within this shared invention? They're monetizing our attention
Is now the time to panic? 'Cause I'm starting to panic now

Alex Summerlin – vocals
Chad Terrell – electric guitars, bass
Rick Scott – organ, programming (drums, piano, and synth)
Engineer – Chad Terrell
Production – Rick Scott, Chad Terrell, Alex Summerlin, WaterWoods Studio, Maumelle, AR
Photograph – Rick Scott

channelstatic

Scatter my ashes on the mountainside when the time comes to make that ride
Til' then, we'll careen on down the road
Don't go quiet into that good night. Stumble through your own wrong and right
The path evolves 'cause straighter flies the crow

If this were a tune, would you turn it down? Take it off the air?
While hate is loud, truth makes a quiet sound
They're saying this, but what did you hear? Is it drowning out sounds of fear 
or smothering what's around?
                                                                                                          
Self-isolating hasn't been my answer. Wake up every day. Hope you don't get cancer
Depressing as hell, and feeling pretty bored
There's few that it sharpens. Most are dulled by the grind. So gather what's good and leave the rest behind
Strike a new path to find what's better than before 

If this were a tune, would you turn it down, take it off the air?
While hate is loud, truth makes a quiet sound
They're saying this, but what did you hear? Is it drowning out sounds of fear 
or leading to higher ground?

There are whispers around. We're under their skin. If we play the game, we'll only lose again
The well's run dry. It's time to start moving

Alex Summerlin – vocals
Chad Terrell – bass, electric guitar
Rick Scott – piano, mellotron, programming (drums, banjo, mandolin, guitars, strings and special effects)
Engineer – Chad Terrell
Production – Rick Scott, Chad Terrell, Alex Summerlin, WaterWoods Studio, Maumelle, AR
Photograph – Rick Scott

Whispers Around

I don’t care about what’s left to figure out
There’s no more blues to play cause  I’m singing aloud
You won’t miss this; we never had a choice
You know what this is; make some noise

Hey, yeah, we’re gonna be okay
Hey, yeah, we’re gonna be okay
It gets better every day. We're gonna be okay

Don’t, don’t, don’t you say no
There’s nothing in the way, but you don’t have to go
You won’t miss this; they never had a choice
We know what this is; make some noise

Hey, yeah, we’re gonna be okay
Hey, yeah, we’re gonna be okay
It’s getting better every day. We’re gonna be okay

Hey, yeah, we’re gonna be okay
These things are gonna go our way
It’s getting better every day. We’re gonna be okay

Alex Summerlin – vocals
Chad Terrell – electric guitars, bass
Rick Scott – electric piano, organ, drum and string programming
Engineer – Chad Terrell
Production – Rick Scott, Chad Terrell, Alex Summerlin, WaterWoods Studio, Maumelle, AR
Photography - Kim Terrell

Gonna Be Okay

I think we’re going down. We should’ve guessed it
It might be too late to pull this out
Alarms are getting loud, and smoke fills the cabin
But there's no hate, just a bit of doubt

Please move towards your most convenient Emergency Exit
Tray tables up; there’s no baggage needed; the seat belt sign is off

I’m sure there’s something more than staying strapped in
It’s time to find a new pursuit
I hope that you’re on board, and I see us as friends
New frames of mind and parachutes

Please move towards your most convenient Emergency Exit
Tray tables up; there’s no baggage needed; the seat belt sign is off

Just try to picture it now. Look out at all the clouds, all of the clouds
There’s so much left to explore. So many left to fall for, for us to fall for

Please move towards your most convenient Emergency Exit
Tray tables up; there’s no baggage needed; the seat belt sign is off 
Please move towards your most convenient Emergency Exit
Tray tables up, there’s no baggage needed, all that’s left is the jump

Alex Summerlin – vocals
Chad Terrell – electric guitars, bass
Rick Scott – electric piano, synth, drum and guitar programming
Engineer – Chad Terrell
Production – Rick Scott, Chad Terrell, Alex Summerlin, WaterWoods Studio, Maumelle, AR
Photography - Kim Terrell

The Jump

Slot machines, hear them ring. Busted out and drinking
Someone sings, half-listening to a barfly slurring wisdom
All bets are in – too late to get in?

Round and round, chips are down
Just one more shot. This table’s hot
Round and round

Are you ready for the end? Hell, I’d love to spin again
Don’t dwell on the moves you make
There’s so much that you don’t know. Just try to get your story told
No one’s heard mine, but I still played

Cliched tropes, prayers and hopes; round and round the wheel goes
Losers mope, winners gloat; amplified in the neon glow
In games of chance, these bandits dance

Round and round, chips are down
Better cash in; the house always wins
Round and round

I think I’m ready for the end. Maybe we all do spin again
There are moves I wouldn’t change
I’ve learned much, but still don’t know. I was taught to take it slow
Same old game, but ain’t it strange?
Chips are down

Alex Summerlin – vocals, acoustic guitar
Chad Terrell – electric guitar, bass
Rick Scott – pianos and synth; percussion, mandolin, horns, strings, and sax programming
Engineer – Chad Terrell
Production – Rick Scott, Chad Terrell, Alex Summerlin, WaterWoods Studio, Maumelle, AR
Photography - Kim Terrell

Chips Are Down

How could you let him treat you this way? Look what he’s done to your face. Why do you stay?
Just go, cause I know what they all know, though you won’t show, but you and I know

If he really wants to go down this route, then he’ll see what I’m all about, cause I’ll make it out
So go, cause I know what they all know, that he’s just show. Yeah, they all know
You’ve been showing signs; you can’t uncross that line. See beyond these pines; this is the last time

No one looks tall when they’re on the ground. You don’t look too tough now. Stay out of this town, yeah
Just go, cause I know what they all know, that you’re all show, yeah, we all know

Alex Summerlin – vocals
Fil Griggs – backing vocals
Chad Terrell – electric guitars, bass, backing vocals
Rick Scott – pianos and organ; drums. mandolin, banjo, and acoustic guitar programming
Engineer – Chad Terrell
Production – Rick Scott, Chad Terrell, Alex Summerlin, WaterWoods Studio, Maumelle, AR
Photography - Kim Terrell

They All Know

Belly up to the bar top. Get a cheap shot. What a day…
Only this wall full of alcohol can keep my regrets at bay
But here walks in a new one, yet it seems so familiar to me
Now look who saunters over. It’s my favorite memory

I thought I had lost you, but you’d been standing in the wings
I thought I outgrew all the excitement of a fling

My mind’s now a-buzzin' with alcohol and regret
For paths I’ve forsaken, what you’ll never forget
And I’ve been such a pretender, halfway playing a part
Drinking, stuck in a daydream. It was over before it could start

I wish we could go back; stretch a new canvas on the frame
I can’t seem to move past this suit and tie that I became

Come sit down beside me. Let's try to get something on the page
Quiet my critic. It’s only me standing in your way

Alex Summerlin – vocals, acoustic guitar 
Chad Terrell – electric guitars, bass
Rick Scott – pianos and synth; drums, mandolin, and chamber orchestra programming
Engineer – Chad Terrell
Production – Rick Scott, Chad Terrell, Alex Summerlin, WaterWoods Studio, Maumelle, AR
Photography - Kim Terrell

What's in the Way

Alex Summerlin is an eclectic alternative and folk-rock musician who has played music professionally for over a decade around the Little Rock, AR, and Nashville, TN areas. Originally hailing from Bryant, AR, Alex was drawn to music at a young age by the generations of working musicians in his family.  He started playing cover music in local bars and clubs as young as 12 years old, playing music steadily throughout his teens and twenties.

Alex started writing music in college as a passion project to break out of the limitations he felt playing cover songs. There, he met fellow long-time musicians and collaborators Rick Scott and Chad Terrell, and they joined Alex to write and produce songs from their home studio in Maumelle, AR (WaterWoods Studio). 

Since then, Alex, Chad, and Rick have continued writing and producing songs that reflect influences from several genres and three generations of music they wish to share with anyone who will listen. 

Thank you for checking out these songs, and stick around for more coming soon!

What's in the Way

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