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Title track of I am a bird EP released December 13th 2014.

I Am A Bird

2015 Team Love Records. Release date Feb 24, 2015
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The Lowest Pair-Rosie

Wicked Games cover bedroom impromptu style
Lewis Lazar guitar

Wicked Games

Watching my smoke light up sunbeams
Lighten up
Lighten up
How do you expect me to 
Lighten up
Can't give that to you
Lighten up
The weight of all we do won't 
Lighten up
The weight 
Lighten up
We just can't keep living in between
The sun beams
Falling back asleep 
Another dream
What's waiting for me
When I wake 
Crossing the divide 
In my heart
It's not a mistake
When we part 
Bending now to break
A habit of love
A habit of love
A habit of love
Destructive Ritual
Habitual Tongue
Where ya from?
Where ya going?
Where will you go?

It's not a mistake
When we part 
Bending now to break
A habit of love

I block out the shine from sunbeams
If they're lightin' up you, and so I can't see
We just keep on livin' our routines
A habit of fears broke down in the darkness
This dream keeps losing its spark
And I broke down now I couldn't understand
Told me that she's tired of seeing boys now she wants to meet a man
Real men won't play with her heart
Real men wash the plates while she's tryin' to make art
Real men watch her daughter if she goes to see the world
Real men let her liberate herself, don't keep her as a girl
In the summer, lighten up in the fall
Habitual love - we stall
Habitual love - we stay
Habitual love

Watching my smoke light up sunbeams
as I exhale from the memory of you
It's a habit of love

Produced by Wesley Nichols
Mastered by Jon Hildenstein 

Destructive Ritual // Habit of Love (with Wesley Nichols)

I didn’t think this song was going to be on the EP and then it ended up becoming, in many ways, its anchor. I had written it, after seeing “A Streetcar Named Desire” at Saint Ann’s Warehouse, and performed it a few times, but I wasn’t quite sure how I wanted to record it. Then November 8th passed and the line between madness and agony and empathy became more blurry than it had been even during the bloody summer in which it had was created. In those bleak days following the election I went to the studio each day and tried to give the blunt complexity of fear and grief I was experiencing to this song. The recording also contains a lot of tears for Leonard Cohen.


It’s only natural
It’s only natural
One ride away, one ride away from it
Some call it agony, some call it madness
Some call it empathy, some say clairvoyance 
One ride away
In the hot, in the hot
In the hot I got close to God
And if you want to know love
You will seek it
You will find it

I Am A Bird

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