City Sky (2014) - Harris Face
Produced and recorded by Noah Silver
Mixed by Mike Okusami
Song, guitar, and vocals by Harris Schwartzreich
Banjo and guitar by Anders Fahey
Vocals by Julia Jay
Strings and percussion by Noah Silver

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City sky, as cluttered as our highways
As our mind, our calendars, our homes
City sky, as bold as every billboard
Live our lives at any speed we want

Are we cruel or kind?
Our lives so intertwined

City sky, ignored for country moonshine
No surprise, with trouble on the ground
City sky, we're all in this together
I choose the people over the treetops anyway

Are we cruel or kind?
Our lives so intertwined
Are we cruel or kind?
Our lives so intertwined

Are we cruel or kind?
Our lives so intertwined
Are we cruel or kind?
Our lives so intertwined

City Sky

Lay Down Your Arms (2014) - Harris Face
Produced and recorded by Noah Silver
Mixed by Mike Okusami
Song, guitar, and vocals by Harris Schwartzreich
Pedal Steel by Jackson Styron
Vocals by Julia Jay
Strings and bells by Noah Silver

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I can't believe, can't believe this is still going on
Our life's a soap opera, should be a sitcom
You can push me away, or lay down your arms
Lay down your arms

This is a phase, tell me this is a phase, tell me this
I struck a match that you have been burning me with
You can push me away, or lay down your arms
Lay down your arms

No I just can't do it all
Still a bit bruised from the fall
No I just can't do it all 
Over

Now you're treating me like I'm radioactive, it stings, yeah it stings
But I'm done explaining myself, done apologizing
You can push me away, or lay down your arms
Lay down your arms

No I just can't do it all
Still a bit bruised from the fall
No I just can't do it all 
Over and over and over and over
And over and over and over and over

And over and over and over and over again
Our life, our lies, our lines repeating
You can push me away, or lay down your arms
Lay down your arms
You can push me away, or lay down your arms
Lay down your arms

Lay Down Your Arms

The Squall

Harder Times

Stop Drop & Roll

Chasing Ghosts

Borrowed Time (with Julia Jay)

Escalator Romance

We are the shoreline
We aren’t ready
We’ll be swept back from the coast

This time is different
This time we all will die
Flooded, drowned, or burnt to toast

My favorite storm is the squall
Now rage and fury are beautiful

This is hopeful paranoia
This is a busted barricade
We hope our tears will form a wave

And it would be a goddamn miracle
If we were trapped inside for days
And we came out the world had changed

I’d be a freak if I tried
And bared my soul to the falling sky

None of this is real
You’ll never get your way
Our wills are no match for the fates

None of this is real
You’ll never get your way
Our wills are no match for the fates

I take my eyes off yours
Outside the window, winks the eye of the storm

None of this is real
You’ll never get your way
Our wills are no match for the fates

None of this is real
You’ll never get your way
Our wills are no match for the fates

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From the upcoming EP 'Hopeful Paranoia' (2013, TBA)
by Harris Face and the Restoration
harrisfacemusic.com