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Created over the last ten years or so, the 12 songs on "close" represent observations of things that have happened within ordinary daily life during that time as well as larger events on the world stage. They are concerned with where we are as a civilization as well as where we might be headed. For on that road, we end as stone or light.
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Sincere thanks to the fans for listening and supporting our music and coming to our shows. Special thanks to the band wives their never ending patience and support. Enjoy listening to the album, we enjoyed making it!!

Music by Hip Bobsha.
Hip Bobsha is:

Brian Recupero: Lyrics, Music, Vocals, Guitar, Keys
Colin Reilly: Drums, Percussion
Seth Acton: Bass
Jason Sorensen: Vocals, Guitar, Keys

Produced by Brian Recupero and Jason Sorensen
Recorded and Mixed by Jason Sorensen
Mastered by John Mailloux at Bongo Beach Productions - Westport MA
Album Artwork and Design by Matthew Giacchi

Connect with Hip Bobsha:
TikTok: tiktok.com/@hipbobsha
Instagram: instagram.com/hipbobsha/
Facebook: facebook.com/hipbobsha/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/3nQvxsgT8u2PUXigklOjH3
Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/artist/hip-bobsha/1488688704
YouTube: youtube.com/channel/UC4Adn-I1a4ado0hEQ6h8mww
Twitch: twitch.tv/HipBobsha

Close

Engineered & Produced by Lee McMahon (audio engineer - The National / Pale Waves)
Mixed by Ryan Davison

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I'm in, when you're out
You're twist, and I'm shout
You're bark, and you're bite
Well I'm kiss, and I'm fight

You're rough, and I'm rougher
You're tough, well I'm tougher
But she'll make me suffer
Under the cover

Come and take a ride with me
Across the country lines
To the other side

I'm falling through your liquorice dreams
Your dark history
No, I've no place to hide

No place to hide

I'm rum, you're coke
I'm stick, you're poke
That one master stroke
Oh she's the fire to my smoke

Come and take a ride with me
Across the country lines
To the other side

I'm falling through your liquorice dreams
Your dark history
No, I've no place to hide

No place to hide

...

I'm always too high

No Place To Hide

Had some life changes recently as well as some post-rain walks, this song is the result of that.


Lyrics:

Petrichor,
Yer bellows bring it in with every draw outside your doors
Ghost of yesterday's storm,
Whose lullaby cooled your engines and crowing rev'd 'em up

Petrichor,
Smell its song hung in the air like a trail from your smokestack
Little leftover cloud,
Spirit of the feather-rain that conjured blossoms along your tracks

Petrichor,
Rising like a zombie up from wet grass 'n wet pavement
Gathering like a crowd
Of your old friends, when you pipe "It's been so nice to see you all!
Good bye!"

Petrichor

Space Pop
-Dgar

So I’m driving in my rover.
Yeah!

Robots have taken over. 
The Sun’s gone supernova. 
I’ve run out of cola. 
I’m driving in my rover. 
Yeah.

I pull into a rest stop. 
I ask the guy for soda pop
They glurged at me and pointed up. 
To the distant mountain top. 
Yeah.  Yeah.

I buy a Dizzy 8-0 Ray. 
Load my rover in the bay. 
In the twinkle of the day. 
We’re looking A-O-K. 
Yeah. Oh yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

I fly up through the mist. 
The engines growl and hiss. 
To my lips I hold my fist. 
For luck I blow a kiss. 

The clouds begin to peel. 
The scene is revealed. 
My rover makes a squeal. 
It’s excited for a meal. 
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

I switch to landing sequence. 
It parks in perfect silence. 
Rover climbed up the side fence. 
While I checked my finance. 
Yeah. 

I slide through to the shop. 
Buy some pink space soda pop. 
Pay my creds to the cashier bot. 
Tip my can and drink the lot. 
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Oh yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

Robots have taken over. 
The Sun’s gone supernova. 
I’ve run out of cola. 
I’m driving in my rover. 
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Oh yeah.

Yeah. Yeah. Oh yeah. Yeah.

Written by Jon O'Hare, @Reid-Michael-Hall.
Composed by Jon O’Hare. 
Performed by @Kaaren-Elizabeth-Smith, Jon O'Hare, @Reid-Michael-Hall.

Space Pop

Space Pop (feat. Kaaren Elizabeth Smith)

I Loved You With All I Had

Wail Sounds

I wrote this song a while back, and now it's the right time for it to surface! 

We need more Jesus! 
We need Him to shine His light into this dark world. 
Come to Jesus and live!!!

Thank you to Yanin Diaz @ydiaz for this amazing image!

Love and Lightning 

Grant Me

SFTB - Track 06

Where I Belong - With Dirk Ködderitzsch

Shoot Down

Shoot Down (feat. Fiji & Jamey Ferguson)

Stream/Download: hipbobsha.com/music

Lyrics:

Let the wind roll by
When the mourning's over
Let the land run dry
Till the wreckage under

How the morning breaks
For the dying soldier
After our mistake
Set the ruining order, once again

How the present makes
Time into endless wonder
And the moment takes
Its divided holder

And the promise states
When the waiting's over
All our lonely days
Come back to be discovered, once again

Out of the Western sky
Out on that misty morning
I'll let the rest abide
Out on that windy morning I'll reside

Let the wind roll by
When the mourning's over
Let the land run dry
Till the wreckage under

How the morning breaks
For the dying soldier
After our mistake
Set the ruling order, once again

Out of the Western sky
Out on that misty morning
I'll let the rest abide
Out on that windy morning I'll reside

Out on that windy morning I'll reside
Out on that windy morning I'll reside

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from Close

Lyrics by Brian Recupero
Music by Hip Bobsha
Produced by Brian Recupero and Jason Sorensen
Recorded and Mixed by Jason Sorensen
Mastered by John Mailloux at Bongo Beach Productions - Westport MA
Album Artwork and Design by Matthew Giacchi

Connect with Hip Bobsha:
TikTok: tiktok.com/@hipbobsha
Instagram: instagram.com/hipbobsha/
Facebook: facebook.com/hipbobsha/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/3nQvxsgT8u2PUXigklOjH3
Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/artist/hip-bobsha/1488688704
YouTube: youtube.com/channel/UC4Adn-I1a4ado0hEQ6h8mww
Twitch: twitch.tv/HipBobsha

Western Skies

Stream/Download: hipbobsha.com/music

Lyrics:

We stand at the edge of the road
Hold hands and wait for the show
Suzanne is already wasted again
Blue jeans and hot-headed teens
Come with their loaded machines
Dance hard and post till the memories end

I stand alone and watch that fire
Go rattle off in rounds
Don't believe in words
They're laying on the ground
Lost within the herd

Don't ask. You've already seen
Your past is all on the TV screen
Suzanne is suddenly wasting away
New pages, load while you go
Maintain the thought that you already know
Insane is often a meme with a name

I stand alone and watch that fire
Go rattle off in rounds
Don't believe in words
They're laying on the ground
Lost within the herd

Go rattle off your rounds
Don't believe in words
They're laying on the ground
Lost within the herd

Lost within the herd
Lost within the herd

We stand at the edge of the road
Hold hands and wait for the show
Suzanne is already wasted again

credits
from Close

Lyrics by Brian Recupero
Music by Hip Bobsha
Produced by Brian Recupero and Jason Sorensen
Recorded and Mixed by Jason Sorensen
Mastered by John Mailloux at Bongo Beach Productions - Westport MA
Album Artwork and Design by Matthew Giacchi

Connect with Hip Bobsha:
TikTok: tiktok.com/@hipbobsha
Instagram: instagram.com/hipbobsha/
Facebook: facebook.com/hipbobsha/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/3nQvxsgT8u2PUXigklOjH3
Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/artist/hip-bobsha/1488688704
YouTube: youtube.com/channel/UC4Adn-I1a4ado0hEQ6h8mww
Twitch: twitch.tv/HipBobsha

Suzzane

Suzanne

Stream/Download: hipbobsha.com/music

Lyrics:

The left, the right
Their wounded eyes are calling
The men decide on who's to rise or fall in
To wage a war or capture more of your things
The red, the white, the blue tonight is falling

And I'll be damned if I'm naïve
And I'll be damned if I don't bleed
I'm not an angel or a thief
But I am
A young American beast

The sun will rise
And bluer skies will fall in
We'll then decide on who's to rise upon it
To wage a war or capture more of your things
The red, the white, the blue tonight is calling

And I'll be damned if I'm naïve
And I'll be damned if I don't bleed
I'm not an angel or a thief
But I am
A young American beast

And I'll be damned if I'm naïve
And I'll be damned if I don't bleed
I'm not an angel or a thief
But I am
A young American beast

Oh I am
A young American beast
Oh I am
A young American beast

credits
from Close

Lyrics by Brian Recupero
Music by Hip Bobsha
Produced by Brian Recupero and Jason Sorensen
Recorded and Mixed by Jason Sorensen
Mastered by John Mailloux at Bongo Beach Productions - Westport MA
Album Artwork and Design by Matthew Giacchi

Connect with Hip Bobsha:
TikTok: tiktok.com/@hipbobsha
Instagram: instagram.com/hipbobsha/
Facebook: facebook.com/hipbobsha/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/3nQvxsgT8u2PUXigklOjH3
Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/artist/hip-bobsha/1488688704
YouTube: youtube.com/channel/UC4Adn-I1a4ado0hEQ6h8mww
Twitch: twitch.tv/HipBobsha

Young American Beast

Stream/Download: hipbobsha.com/music

Lyrics:

I let my hair grow wild
I danced around this burning circle
All the while
Yeah, there's a war outside

I let my face grow long
I danced around this burning cinder
On the lawn
Yet there's a war begun

Said I'm a wanted man
I built a wall of flame
Returning on my way
towards a promised land

Until the break of day
We dance around the same illusions
I don't care if there's a war out there

Because we're all inside
We're in the madness of our mind
Still in the madness of our mind
Oh in the madness of our minds
We spin around in circles, now

I let my face grow long
I danced around this burning circle
On the lawn
Yet there's a war begun

And I'm a wanted man
I built a wall of flame
Returning on my way
towards a promised land

Until the break of day
We dance around the same illusions
I don't care if there's a war out there

Because we're all inside
We're in the madness of our mind
Still in the madness of our mind
Oh in the madness of our minds
We spin around in circles, now

credits
from Close

Lyrics by Brian Recupero
Music by Hip Bobsha
Produced by Brian Recupero and Jason Sorensen
Recorded and Mixed by Jason Sorensen
Mastered by John Mailloux at Bongo Beach Productions - Westport MA
Album Artwork and Design by Matthew Giacchi

Connect with Hip Bobsha:
TikTok: tiktok.com/@hipbobsha
Instagram: instagram.com/hipbobsha/
Facebook: facebook.com/hipbobsha/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/3nQvxsgT8u2PUXigklOjH3
Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/artist/hip-bobsha/1488688704
YouTube: youtube.com/channel/UC4Adn-I1a4ado0hEQ6h8mww
Twitch: twitch.tv/HipBobsha

Trustafari

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Lyrics:

They waited for the war
To see what life was for
Surprise, surprise

They waded off with it
Lit the desert wind
A pyre of fire

An agent of the moon
Kept the world in tune
Arise, arise

The battle's won within
Revolutions end
Defy, to find

This mindless generation
Don't really bother me
Do what you want
Say what you like

This mindless generation
Don't really bother me
Do what you want
Say what you like

The symbol of the wall
Sells a million more
It's a lie, a lie

Their faces on the page
Sentimental rage
Arrive, survive

An agent of the moon
Kept the world in tune
Arise, arise

The battle's won within
Revolutions end
Defy, to find

This mindless generation
Don't really bother me
Do what you want
Say what you like

This mindless generation
Don't really bother me
Do what you want
Say what you like

Don't really bother me
Don't really bother me

This mindless generation
Don't really bother me
Don't really bother me

This mindless generation
Don't really bother me

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from Close

Lyrics by Brian Recupero
Music by Hip Bobsha
Produced by Brian Recupero and Jason Sorensen
Recorded and Mixed by Jason Sorensen
Mastered by John Mailloux at Bongo Beach Productions - Westport MA
Album Artwork and Design by Matthew Giacchi

Connect with Hip Bobsha:
TikTok: tiktok.com/@hipbobsha
Instagram: instagram.com/hipbobsha/
Facebook: facebook.com/hipbobsha/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/3nQvxsgT8u2PUXigklOjH3
Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/artist/hip-bobsha/1488688704
YouTube: youtube.com/channel/UC4Adn-I1a4ado0hEQ6h8mww
Twitch: twitch.tv/HipBobsha

Mindless Generation

Stream/Download: hipbobsha.com/music

Lyrics:

All my life I wanted answers
All my days that I remember
For a weary mind, it's now or never
Conscious and alive, the moments enter

Hear me rhyme
In the wind we roam
Tell the eye
Listen to your heart
And home
On that road we end as stone
Or light

On that very night, I'll know you better
Voices and the light of dying embers
For a weary mind, it's now or never
Conscious and alive, the moments enter

Hear me rhyme
In the wind we roam
Tell the eye
listen to your heart
and home
On that road we end as stone
Or light

On that road we end as stone
Or light

Hear me rhyme
In the wind we roam
Tell the eye
listen to your heart
and home
On that road we end as stone
Or light

On that road we end as stone
Or light

On that road we end as stone
Or light

credits
from Close

Lyrics by Brian Recupero
Music by Hip Bobsha
Produced by Brian Recupero and Jason Sorensen
Recorded and Mixed by Jason Sorensen
Mastered by John Mailloux at Bongo Beach Productions - Westport MA
Album Artwork and Design by Matthew Giacchi

Connect with Hip Bobsha:
TikTok: tiktok.com/@hipbobsha
Instagram: instagram.com/hipbobsha/
Facebook: facebook.com/hipbobsha/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/3nQvxsgT8u2PUXigklOjH3
Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/artist/hip-bobsha/1488688704
YouTube: youtube.com/channel/UC4Adn-I1a4ado0hEQ6h8mww
Twitch: twitch.tv/HipBobsha

Embers

The Wasteland Poets are vamping up to release their first compilation, 33 Possessions. From historical message, “Bread & Circuses” to modern day hardships including: Substance abuse, death, social media, & divorce. Bold statements as to where the American society claims to stand and where the poets see it heading are embodied through their diverse lyrics. From exploring new musical textures alongside producer/sound engineer, Shawn Patrick Thomas Daley (Mohawk Studio). The collaborative works is sure to leave an impression.Feel free to review a sample of our upcoming release, We All Die Young, debuting Damion Scott Ball. - See more at: http://thewastelandpoets.com/#sthash.yr2UTjGD.dpuf

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