autumn 2018

Lyrics:

Silver was the color you preferred,
That hasn't changed from what I've heard.

I went walking, no one by my side.
The birds were talking, they told me you died.

But I know that it's a lie.
You're living, breathing black and white.
I threw a rope and you replied,
With kerosene lips and a tongue you tied.

I won't let you know.
Sit at the top of the hill till I explode.

On the weekend you would fill with wine.
From the basket you would choose the pine.

Tell me that I wasn't all alone.
Growing like a seed inside your bone.

I feel it breaking through,
A quiet whisper right to you.
A spring release of nothing new.
This breaking story's overdue.


I won't let you know.
Sit at the top of the hill till I explode.

There are more than two things you should know,
But I'll keep it short so you can go.

There are more than two things you should know,
But I'll keep it short so you can go.

I won't let you know.
Sit at the top of the hill till I explode.
I won't let you know.
Sit at the top of the hill till I explode.

Silver was the color you preferred,
That hasn't changed from what I've heard.

Silver

whistlerisaiah.bandcamp.com

there once was a kid 
a rough and tough kid 
he didn't have a name 
or so he said 
put a ribbon on his age 
and gave him fame 

i don't know myself 
well enough 
to tell you who i am 
so you can go 

i don't know myself 
well enough 
to tell you who i am 
so you can go 
tell your friends to run 
from what they know 
cause I'm about to show 
that I'm a new boy 
a new boy 

but i still don't know myself 
i still don't know myself 
i still don't know myself i am worn 
i still don't know myself

Credits:
written by: whistler allen
nathan stocker: guitar, ambience, drums, vox 
whistler allen: vox, piano

(new) boy

All songs written by Caleb Hinz and Mitchell Seymour 
with additional energy composed by JUDAH MCCOY. 

Recorded by Whistler Isaiah Allen 
Produced by Caleb Hinz and Whistler Allen 

Normal Parents Records

Silver

Fields