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Recorded at Red Room Recordings, Collingwood, Ontario.
Produced by: Josh Maitland
Lyrics/Music by: David Stone

Lyrics:

Pictures from when you were six, hand drawn birthday cards hung on the fridge, the look you had when you had when you asked me to explain, when you already knew, but you wanted me to tell you. 

All the hours that it takes, for us to count to ones we throw away, in all our haste, we almost burned tomorrow, in the flames of yesterday. 

You should know, you’ve always owned, the lions’ share of all the thoughts my head could hold. I needed time to grow, settle into my own, so I could be a person you’d be proud to know. 

A few home videos on DVD, a cardboard box of notes you wrote to me, all the ways that you and I were the same, and all the faults in me that you forgave. 

All the hours that it takes, for us to count to ones we throw away, in all our haste, we almost burned tomorrow, in the flames of yesterday. 

You should know, you’ve always owned, the lions’ share of all the thoughts my head could hold. I watched you grow, all on your own, and you’ve become a person that I’m proud to know. 

You should know, you’ve always owned, the lions’ share of all the love my heart could hold. I watched you grow, all on your own, I hope I’m still a person that you’re proud to know.

Alright EP

Hours

On Her Mind

For E. Trent Warriner, my Grandfather.

Sing me to sleep, the crickets and the waves, morning smells like cigarettes and coffee, as you come into frame. Clumsily the wind pulls at your chimes, stumbles by your towels on your line, conversation picks up just outside, I mostly sit and listen 'cause I'm shy. 

Do you recall the wasp that drowned, swimming in your drink? 

Everything seems so small, maybe I just fill more space, I wanna stay with you and watch the water, as it swallows up the rain. Clumsily the wind pulls at your chimes, stumbles by your flowers in a line, conversation picks up just outside, I mostly sit and listen 'cause I'm shy. 

Do you recall the wasp that drowned, swimming in your drink? 

We broke the surface of the lake, and lost the time ‘til evening came again, cool summer air on our sunburnt skin, you’d build a fire the sun turned in. Clumsily the wind lifts our goodbyes, stumbles like a deep-breath and a sigh, conversation picks up back inside, then carried on into the night. 

Do you recall the wasp that drowned, swimming in your drink?

Recorded January 6th, 2019 // David Stone

The Wasp

"Halifax to Maine" | David Stone (2019)

Lyrics:

Keeping you up, until your phone hits you in the face. Chewing on the grudge, like gum that’s lost its taste. Headlights make the shadows ripple on the ceiling like the wake, of some distant destroyer or a heron snatching prey. 

While the workshop hums with a silence I can’t place, as my chest gives way to an all too familiar weight. There’s a charcoal haze like a pastel grey behind an incandescent bulb and a 60 year old shade. 

Call me when you get there safe, I know you try your best, but I worry anyways. Don’t tell me everything’s ok, like I don’t know the look on your face. Just let me know you’re coming home safe. Don’t tell me what you think I want to hear you say. Call me even if it’s late, I don’t mind you keeping me awake. 

Ribcage for a songbird, and butterfly guts lovesick to be seasick with landlocked luck, from Halifax to Maine it’s enough If it’s just us, a honeymoon escape in the grip of winter’s clutch. 

Call me when you get there safe, I know you try your best, but I worry anyways. Don’t tell me everything’s ok, like I don’t know the look on your face. Just let me know you’re coming home safe. Don’t tell me what you think I want to hear you say. Call me even if it’s late, I don’t mind you keeping me awake.

Halifax To Maine

David Stone "The One Who Sticks Around"

Lyrics:

What if I never grow as tall as my old man, what if nothing ever goes off quite the I planned, what if I never learn from my foolish mistakes, will I buckle under pressure, will I know which risks to take.

If I lay it on the table will you fold and walk away, is a chance to beat unlikely odds enough to make you stay, I’ve never been a gambler but I’d take that wager every day, I’ve never been that lucky, but this might just go my way.

She says, when you’ve bound yourself in worries and in doubts, like weights chained to you ankles dragging down, when the distance from the surface grows and you begin to drown, I’ll always be the one who pulls you out, I’ll always been the one who sticks around. 

No one’s empty handed who’s got hand to hold, no good story starts with doing what you’re told, triumph is the sum of many failures, so the story goes, I’ve no appetite to face this life alone. 

She says, when you’ve bound yourself in worries and in doubts, like weights chained to you ankles dragging down, when the distance from the surface grows and you begin to drown, I’ll always be the one who pulls you out, I’ll always been the one who sticks around. 

Before the final bow, before the curtains come down, before the lights all go out, before I lose you in the crowd. Before the final bow, before the curtains come down, before the lights all go out, before I lose you in the crowd, I’ll always be the one who sticks around.

The One Who Sticks Around

Lyrics:

I have this fear, that when you're gone, the parts of me I shared with you will all be lost. I know it makes no sense, but what if in the end, I'm left with a just this song and all the things I wish I'd said.

When the flowers go to seed, when the barren maple sleeps, until the breath early Spring, when all we've sewn finds room to grow again, she'll know your love, and carry your name.

When I'm all alone, with your records on, I can almost hear you telling me you love song. I know it makes no sense, but what if in the end, I'm left with just the chorus, imagining you're with me singing it.

When the flowers go to seed, when the barren maple sleeps, until the breath early Spring, when all we've sewn finds room to grow again, she'll know your love, and carry your name.

Just a single spark, in thesky full of stars, I don't know where this goes, but I know where it starts.

When the flowers go to seed, when the barren maple sleeps, until the breath early Spring, when all we've sewn finds room to grow again, she'll know your love, and carry your name.

Go to Seed

Go To Seed

For my Daughter, Evelyn.

Lyrics:

You were cradled in my hands, head in the crook of my arm, you were falling asleep, to rhythm of my restless heart, and the patter of footsteps, and voices down the hall, I sigh with relief, as your heavy eyelids fall. Leaning back in my chair, with you on my chest, I keep reliving the moment I finally stopped holding my breath. When you first opened your eyes, and cleared your lungs, we realized the rest of our lives had suddenly begun. Evelyn. 

I’ve searched and left no stone unturned, just trying to find the perfect words, but there’s no lullaby or song I’ve heard that even comes in close. I’ve read books that broke my heart, laid my eyes on priceless works of art, no poet or philosopher has ever put in down in prose. What I have come to know. 

If you get my sense of humour, I hope you have her laugh, determination and grace, there’s no substitution for that. One day you’ll run, maybe one day you’ll sing, I know you’ll grow every day, it’s a bittersweet thing. So, I’ll make our time count, while there’s still time to dream, just remember one day to save a dance for me. Evelyn. 

I’ve searched and left no stone unturned, just trying to find the perfect words, but there’s no lullaby or song I’ve heard that even comes in close. I’ve read books that broke my heart, laid my eyes on priceless works of art, no poet or philosopher has ever put in down in prose. What I have come to know.

Evelyn

Canadian singer/songwriter and musician on Georgian Bay, Ontario.

Go To Seed

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