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All songs written by David Bowick
Recorded*, Produced and Mixed by David Bowick
Mastering by Hans Dekline at Sound Bites Dog
Lead vocals, guitar, mandolin, violin, banjo, dobro – David Bowick
Guitars, background vocals – Nate Hertweck, Jeff Cleveland
Dobro, Lap Steel – Matt Bradford
Drums on 3,4,7,9 – Alan Combies
Drums on 1,2,6,10 – Christopher Allis
Piano/Organ – Marshall Thompson
Bass on 3,4,7,9 – Douglas Freyre
Bass on 1,2,6,10 – David Bowick
*Drums on tracks 3,4,7,9 recorded by Jim Doyle at Doyle Sound Studio

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Holding The Sun

Woke up this morning and I didn’t know my name
I looked hard in the mirror but didn’t recognize my face
My clothes didn’t seem to fit
My job they say I quit
Is there anybody out there that can tell me who I am?

I heard the screeching sirens of an ambulance howl by
A hundred people falling asleep as they’re flying through the sky
Families heading to church
Like pigeons from their perch
Is there anybody out there that can tell me who I am?

I’m moving in a straight line but can’t see where I’ve been
I shaved my face this morning, but there’s stubble on my chin
I think I’ve met the Lord himself but I still won’t say “Amen”
I don’t know if I’ve done it before, but I’ll do it all again

Everyone around me is slowly moving on
But fast enough to make me feel like they’re already gone
Love and life and loneliness
All part of being blessed
Is there anybody out there that can tell me who I am?

I’m moving in a straight line but can’t say where I’ve been
I shaved my face this morning, but there’s stubble on my chin
I know I’ve got a story but couldn’t write it down in pen
I don’t know if I’ve done it before, but I’d do it all again

Trade toys for houses, a big one would be nice
If I’ll ever have one’s in the rolling of the dice
Some land to freely roam  
Have some kids and call it home
Is there anybody out there that can tell me who I am?

I’m moving in a straight line but can’t see where I’ve been
I shaved my face this morning, but there’s stubble on my chin
I think I’ve found success but I couldn’t tell you when
I don’t know if I’ve done it before, but I’d do it all again
I don’t know if I’ve done it before, but I’m ready to begin

Do It All Again

Uptown all the lucky gettin’ down
I found all the streets they drive around
Try to stay away with a setting sun
But they come back ‘round when they’re out of fun

‘Cross town the lights are blinding in the night
Outside all they see at night is light
How I’d love to see beyond my heart
‘Cause between these walls all I can see is dark

Try to save my soul turn it into gold
But the preacher man says I don’t have a chance in hell
Try to save my soul turn it into gold
But there’s gotta be something in me that they don’t know

Next door lives a man with no regrets
He’s lied and tipped the scales without a sweat
but he sold his soul so long ago
Lives his life like a knife is on his throat

Try to save my soul turn it into gold
But the preacher man says I don’t have a chance in hell
Try to save my soul turn it into gold
But there’s gotta be something in me that they don’t know

Save My Soul

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Colder In Columbus

Nostalgia comes around when 
The next fears are bounding through your door
(to beg for more)
Tiptoe around yourself like 
Bits of broken glass on the floor 
(What’d ya do that for?)

Don’t ever say it’s enough 
Until you’re holding the sun

Love finds a way to me then Always a way to leave me be 
(So don’t ever leave)
Well guarded hearts and minds 
Tend to end up wanting to be free 
(don’t you agree)

Don’t ever say it’s enough 
Until you’re holding the sun

Can’t stop when times are tough
“Ok” won’t be enough
If in dreams you can fly
Don’t take less than the sky
	
Don’t ever say it’s enough 
Until you’re holding the sun

Lost yourself along the way just to find yourself at the end of the day
Cleaning up the mess you left to fate.

Everything so momentary until you’re in the cemetery
Wishing that you’d thrown that last hail mary.

When you stop looking for a sign
You never know what you’re gonna find

You’ll find who you are on Lincoln Blvd.
Though the light is far from a Sunset full of stars
In a dusty corner of lonely little bar
Right there on Lincoln Blvd.

Soldier grab up your canteen and march along the war machine
There’s no room for any in between

California’s dry with drought, my jury’s always hanging out
I am plagued with no small amount of doubt

When you stop looking for a sign
You never know what you’re gonna find

You’ll find who you are on Lincoln Blvd.
Though the light is far from a Sunset full of stars
In a dusty corner of lonely little bar
Right there on Lincoln Blvd.

Sometimes I don’t want to go
But deep down I always know 
It’s a home, when home’s not home
Sometimes it keeps you going strong
Sometimes you wonder what the hell went wrong
But there’s a magic in the tragic last song

You’ll find who you are on Lincoln Blvd.
Though the light is far from a Sunset full of stars
In a dusty corner of lonely little bar
Right there on Lincoln Blvd.

Lincoln Blvd.

Denver based Music Producer and solo artist.