Dedicated to my daughter to be.  I can't wait to meet you.

Written by: Devin Kain & Chris Willis
Produced by: Devin Kain
Mix & Mastered by: Devin Kain

Lyrics:

First thing I remember? Probably when I was two.
Just a little dude watching superman on the tube.
I remember thinking "hey I could probably fly too".
Ego said, "if Clark Kent can, then why not you?"
And I don't even need a blue suit, a cape or a phone booth:
I got imagination, man I made it to preschool.
So I figured the plan would be to find myself a stool,
run out to the living room and jump off the highest point I could climb to.
And that's just what I did, it's true. 
And for a few beautiful moments, I flew.

Next thing I remember: having my little arm in a cast.
Older brother asking to sign it, I said, "Draw the sword from Heman!"
He laughed with the power of Grayskull dripping from the pen in his hand saying, "It's funny how falling feels like flying, until you crash land."
When I was a kid all I ever wanted to be was a grown-up,
but now that I am a man, all I want is another fruit roll-up,
some animal-crackers, a roll of quarters and a box of juice. 
To go back to that arcade, play Donkey Kong and not lose.
I wanna sit down with a bowl of cereal and catch up on cartoons.
See what my dear old friends Tom & Jerry are up to.
Honest to god, I miss that shit like you wouldn't believe.
I should've listened better when my Pop's sat me down and talked to me. He said:

CHORUS:
Little dude take your time,
the best way to make your mother smile.
Little dude mine your manners
cuz we don't wanna have to clean up after.
Time will pass and soon you'll see
that the best things in life are free.
What goes up, must come down.
No matter what, you make me proud.
Wear a smile. Enjoy your life with the ones you love.
Please hear me out. 
It's no question, when you're grown, 
you're gonna wonder where the time has gone...

I used to light black-cats and then laugh when that fire would crack
Now I light cigarettes before I pry open another bottle cap.
I used to be able to relax, count Z's while I take naps, 
but time only works one way, no reversies or take-backs.
Weekends I'd wake up and pour myself some Applejacks 
now I'm waking up like, "Where the fuck is the aspirin at?"
After breakfast I'd go outside with my Pop's and play catch
now I'm just like, "Fuck it, I heard they make an App for that."
And Grandpa sat saying, "The youth is wasted on the young."
And Grandma added, "Be sure as fuck to live it up."
I wanted to talk back but all I did was bite my tongue
cuz that's what you get chewing a whole pack of bubble gum.
So let's play a game. We'll call it "pretends". 
Let's pretend that every single one of us grew up to be best friends.
Let's pretend we fell in love, moved away, built a home
and one day we took a breath and sat down with a kid of our own and said:

CHORUS.

LITTLE DUDE (feat Chris Willis)

Written by: Devin Kain, Matt Goodwin & Casey Gainor (The Bad Tenants)
Scratches by: Idl Hndz (The Bad Tenants)
Produced by: Devin Kain
Mix & Mastered by: Devin Kain

LYRICS:

CHORUS: 
Give em what they want, sit and watch them line up. 
Yeah give em just a little, watch em line up. 
Let the hook drop mining to the core the soul 
make a whole like an old love gone 
If you give em what they want 
sit and watch them line up.

V1: 
On one side you got that main stream pop kid 
who only listens to the Billboard top hits. 
Says "If radio don't rock it, I wouldn't be caught dead with it in my walkmen." 
Other side is that underground critic 
who only likes music if no one's ever heard it. 
They're like, "Yeah that band used to be my favorite. I mean, the early shit until they went and got big." 
Come on man please stop it. 
Can't you see you're both equally fraudulent? 
Who gives a shit who's watching, just be honest 
even if it's cooke-cutter lifeless garbage. 
Did I offend you? I beg your pardon. 
I'm not Top 40 and I'm not Avant Garde 
But I can guarantee that I will rock hard 
with whatever I'm feeling inside of my heart. 
Do what you want, take it or leave it 
Regardless of culture, skin color or credence. 
Think for yourself, make your own mind up. 
Otherwise head to the back and line up.

LINE UP. (feat The Bad Tenants)

MAYBE featuring LOTT
Violin by Joya Bravo

Written by Devin Kain & Leah Ottman
Produced, Mixed & Mastered by Devin Kain

MAYBE featuring LOTT

Love Letters - featuring Matt Goodwin
Violin & Viola: Annie Ford
Guitar & Trumpet Accompaniment: Charles Darius 
Produced, Written, Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Devin Kain.

Love Letters follows the story of Romeo & Juliet through a series of allegorical love letters found tucked into the pages of an old copy of Shakespeare's most famous play.

LYRICS:

Dear Maggie,

I hope this finds you happy. It hasn't been long but I can still hear you laughing. Sounded sweeter than candy when you asked me: "How many times have I been caught party crashing?" 
Was it that obvious? My social awkwardness? Or was it the way that I dressed just like a pauper does? I'll admit I should probably work on my backstory next time I sneak into a Hollywood wrap party.
Said I was a writer - you gave me a smirk. The wink said liar but you said you admired my work. I came from dirt and that's where I'll remain and I'm not like you, I will never be famous.
Oh Maggie how you stole my breath. The way your hair fell down around your neck. The way your confidence held that dress, every shadow in the world must be jealous of your silhouette.
Showed up for the free food and the free booze and I never thought in my wildest dreams I'd get to meet you. I didn't say it at the time, but I love you too.

Sincerely yours,
Amy Lou

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My bounty is as boundless as the sea. 
My love is deep the more I give to thee. 
A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet.

Dear Aleena,

Silk from heaven. Spun a web around my heart since age 11. I don't care if religion says it's forbidden, a life without your love is not worth living.
So ana bahebak my beautiful bride. I'm writing to you just to let you know I'm still alive. Wish I could be there to kiss the tears from your eyes when you cry. I'm so sorry that your father died.
From my hand, there was blood on sand. And I was so afraid when he showed up with that look upon his face - I cast the first stone when I saw that gun raise.
He staggered and fell, but I caught and I held him. Now picture what it looks like when a Jew hugs a Muslim. People gathered around like there was hope in Jerusalem, but soon what lay before them was another dead husband.
My dear Aleena I took flight from the law but I swear I'll make it right insha'Allah. And until we get to hear that song from the Nightingale -

Shalom aleikhem,
Gabriel

CHORUS

Dear Melody,

I loved you steadily like the rhythm of my heart played heavily. Yeah I could hear it in my ears when we first met, dancing around the room real slow to a minuet.
You had that affect on everyone who'd listen: young, old, gentlemen, women. But the way that you infected my existence got people looking at me like "What the fuck is wrong with him?"
You helped put me back together when my mind broke and all I had to do was listen to you hit those high notes. Pulse would quicken as your voice would crescendo. Please just listen, this is not innuendo.
I fell in love and you did too. Oh Melody we were so in tune but now you're leaving me way too soon and I don't think that I can go on without you.
But I ain't afraid of what'll happen when that music stops because we've had a great time according to my clock. Besides I hear they're playing our song in heaven. So save a dance for me.

Sincerely,
Devin

CHORUS

Love Letters - feat. Matt Goodwin

Written, Produced, Mixed & Mastered by Devin Kain
Vocal Accompaniment: Michael Harris
Trombone & Trumpet: Casey Gainor
Alto & Tenor Sax: Matt Goodwin

LYRICS:
You can find me sitting in the pub like the cast from Cheers
with an unkept beard.
That's right buddy yo I came to get weird.
Hey bartender could you pass me a beer?
Damn right yeah I love me a dive bar.
Forget a club, I don't wanna pay a cover charge.
But I make sure I got my legal tender
cuz Johnny's on that wall with the turned up finger.
Five bucks for a beer and a shot
so I strut on over to that busted up juke box.
They ain't got much but they got some David Bowie
Now the whole damn club's singing bad karaoke like:
"Oh you pretty thangs..."
Anybody in here wanna buy me chicken wings?
Er... how bout some onion rings?
Bar food smell got a dude feeling hungry.
But enough about supper.
All I need is barkeep to pour me another.
Back to the club? What you take me for a sucker?
Why would I do that when I could play some Buck Hunter?

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Cuz I got a drink token. 
I want a big ol' pint.
Call the friends with the same motive
and strut down to that local dive.
We came to get stupid
at the spot with the flickering sign.
Belly-up with the tab open
Just getting nice. (Miller Lite)

Umm... Dear Club: I don't know what's up
and I don't really care about drinking out of red cups
but umm, buy a shot of rum for fifteen bucks? 
Even the Captain himself be like: "Man that's messed up."
Say what you want but I call that bad business.
I'd rather drink in a club that smelled like fish sticks,
sweat and cigarettes and dirty misfits 
naked in the photo booth like "Can you picture it?"
Want some champagne? Here's a High Life.
Want a girlfriend? There's the barfly.
Conversation? Talk to the drunk guy
sitting in the corner looking like Popeye.
I got my quarters on the table for pool
but someone's got that 8 ball up inside the bathroom.
Speak of which, I think you know what comes next:
"Is anybody up for some bathroom sex?"
And the girls in the club wear them short skirts
but me? I like them girls that are real down to earth.
Nah, like literally. Down to earth. 
Like give it 5 minutes, we'll be rolling in the dirt.
And when the lights come on at the end of the night
and people look around at each other horrified,
I can't help but feel all fuzzy inside like, 
"You goddamn right yeah I love me a dive."

CHORUS (Bud Ice)

BRIDGE

I don't need, no I don't need to shower.
I just need, I just need a 16 ouncer.
Cuz you know it's always happy hour
when I'm up inside this dirty little tavern.

CHORUS. (All night)

Cap'n Morgan outtro

GIMME BEER

Written by Devin Kain and KPD
Scratches by IDL HNDZ 
Produced, Mixed & Mastered by Devin Kain

LYRICS:

CHORUS

Way back when, when I felt my best
Feet in swamp creek, heart in the Northwest
Every single thing we did success
Every single thing we did success

Way back when, when I felt my worst
Toes in the cold snow, yearn for reverse
Bones grow numb till the heart don't hurt
Bones grow numb till the heart don't work

Way back when it was all so good
Doing all bad any way that we could
Every single thing we did we should
Every single thing we did we should

Way back when, I would lace up my boots
Uphill till I die for the fountain of youth
That's what you do till your soul gets bruised
And the old die young on a mountain of truth

KPD VERSE

I grew up in the middle class middle of the tracks
upscale white trash, pleasurable past
wrong turns I often got myself lost 
while i learned lessons in the school of hard knocks
crazy kids smoking cigs riding hot bikes
talking shit and starting rock fights
doing drugs, going nuts, right and wrongs
doing donuts fucking up rich people's lawns
with the world wide open, the wind behind us
growing up fast where our mom's can't find us
nothing new, breaking rules, skipping school
no goddamn liar's gonna tell us what to do
little thieves scott free, B&E stealing 
camcorders, metal detectors and Elton John CD's
nothing to use, did it for the rush
I guess encouraging our worst is what we did best.

CHORUS

DK VERSE

And I grew up naked in a world full of branches
for me to climb on to avoid avalanches.
Mom was a teacher, Dad was a carpenter,
Sister had teeth that were finger-nail sharpeners.
I was alone playing in the snow -
didn't need more than a world of my own and
winter gave way to a spring in my step
I'd stay awake late while other kids slept in.
Summertime came and it never got dark
In the night. Hear my name - Mom's waiting in the parking lot
Raindrops fell. Sun shone bright
I remember well the night that my father died.
I was a wretch. Momma was a rock.
Taught me to fall before I learned to walk.
Time is a test and I'm the clock.
Hands keep spinning though the avalanche stopped.

BRIDGE

Dirt on my face. Holes in my shoes.
Rips in my jeans. Nothing to lose.
Stains on my shirt. Grease in my hair.
Blood in my heart and I never felt better.
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