Erik Dean — organ, shaker, composer, mixer
Stephen Kilroy — lead vocal, acoustic guitar, piano, composer
Tony Acampora — bass, backing vocal

Recorded at White Star Sound, Louisa Virginia
John Trainum — Engineer

Lyrics:
Somebody told me when I was young
If you’re ever lonely follow the sun
But the days race into the night and I’m nowhere near
The consciousness & the light to get me outta here

In California where I was born
Back in The Garden apartment home  
The sun was golden, but it’s going cold
The gates are wide open 
But the Apple is poisoned
And so, you don’t want to know

But I can, never buy
A return ticket to paradise

If someone tells you, “hold it inside”
Don’t let em make you, ashamed to cry 
Let a river run to the shore, and I’ll meet you there
Don’t tell nobody tell you, it’s not polite to care

So all  the world is a stage, somebody said
But  everyone is a star in their own head    
If you can’t remember your lines, better improvise
Step into the wings and start yankin the strings          
Til the scene we created has fallen away and it’s time
To put down our sides and pick up a sign

Summer nights, when the dark heat rises     
Fireflies, make your own light
Make your own light, make your own light

Sing hallelujah, for everyone
For all believers, and those to come
Sing hallelujah, in every tongue
The greatest harmony we, ever sung
Sing hallelujah, for old and young
For every one of your hearts, could be a sun
Sing hallelujah, evangelize
For all of the love, We need only uncover
By lifting each other, Our wings all aflutter
You won’t see the wind with your eyes
So have faith my little fireflies

Fireflies

Good Shadows /// White Light

Erik Dean — drum/synth programming, composer, mixer
Stephen Kilroy — vocals, composer
Rishi Chakrabarty — electric guitar

Vocals Recorded at White Star Sound, Louisa Virginia

Lyrics:
Black light, packed tight, can’t be good for my heart
You lead, I’d be, happy following you into the dark
Cab ride, bad vibe, back to Malibu Drive
White hot, blacktop, backdrop bring me alive

I wish we could go back to New York
Back to before we ever knew who we were
I wish I could go back to that night
Capture the light before I ran into her
I wish that we could do it again now that we been
Able to run through the moves
Cuz if I got only left feet eventually
I will come back ‘round to you

You’re so, ugly, when you know that you’re not
But you’re so, lovely, when you know you been caught

I can’t, stay in lookin the way I do
I got, dynamite in my high heel boots
Out there, on the dance floor I see the truth
Tonight, I might just fall in love with you

Tonight, I wanna get
Too high, I wanna get
Too high, with you, my love
Tonight, I wanna get
Too high, I wanna take
You flying to the sun

White Light

Good Shadows /// Pink Moon

Nick Drake — songwriter
Erik Dean — drums, guitar, vocals, mixer
Stephen Kilroy — backup vocals
Tony Acampora — bass
Jay Smith — guitar

Video conceived and edited by Jesse Robinson
Source film "His Motorbike, Her Island" (1986)

Pink Moon

Good Shadows /// Bottom Shelf

Stephen Kilroy — composer, vocals, acoustic and electric guitar, percussion
Tony Acampora — acoustic guitar
Arash Ardalan — drums
Allan Chappelear — electric guitar, synth, percussion
Erik Dean — bass, wurlitzer piano, percussion, mixer

Lyrics:
I gotta get with the program before I start livin' 
I never made the bed and now I'm gonna have to sit in it 
Man, that'd make an epitaph.

I'm gonna drive up the parkway and pretend I got money 
When you ain't born rich, boy, you better be funny
At least I could always make you laugh.

So when you finally find yourself, come find me 
And if there comes a day when I forget your face remind me

If you're up for a drink, boy, you better start runnin'
If you're on your own, you know she's gonna come gunnin' 
for you; She would kill you if she could.

You either stare into space, or the bottom of a bottle 
Either stomp on the brakes, boy, or else it's full throttle 
You may wanna check under the hood.

But I've been told I can't control myself 
And I don't know why I always go for that bottom shelf

My hands were tied but not no more
I'm free to hold you close

Don't let me keep you and you'll never stop movin' 
I never wanna represent the things you'd be losin' 
If you didn't do just what you feel


I may not be a yacht, but I could be a safe harbor 
Could be somewhere to stop if you ever find you wanna 
Come home, I can keep an even keel

You're afraid to sit still I'm afraid to move 
But if I'm being honest then I confess I'm in love with you

Everybody knows it, but you

Bottom Shelf

RIDE OR DIE

Welcome to Good Shadows, a mysterious sonic world of enigmatic soundscapes and disparate melodies pulled deep from the dark musical abyss.

White Light

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