All songs written, arranged, and performed by Erica von Trapp
Mixed by Jules de Gasperis
Mastered by Howie Weinberg

*additional credits given at bottom of individual tracks for co-production*
Released April 10, 2018

Back Seat Driver LP

I Hope We Win

Breathe out, I know we do.
I'm waning from me to you.

I've lost my way,
I've lost my way,
I've lost my way, yes it's true.

Dear brother, I hope we win,
It's laid out to fight for kin.

But you've lost your way,
You've lost your way,
I can see you've lost your way,
Yes, it's true.

-ref-
Ooh, why'd you turn the lights down sugar, now?
Ooh, why'd you turn the lights down sugar, now?
You know it's true, we do.
Why'd you turn the lights down sugar, yeah?
It's true,
Why'd you turn the lights out baby, yeah,
Oh no!

Another would say it's off,
I'm crawling inside because I'm soft.

We've lost our way,
We've lost our way,
We've lost our way,
There's no turning back.

-ref-
Ooh, why'd you turn the lights down sugar, now?
Ooh, why'd you turn the lights down sugar, now?
You know we do, it's true,
Why'd you turn the lights down sugar, now?
It's true, why'd you turn the lights out baby, yeah,
Oh no!

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Written, composed, and produced by Jane Machine
Mixed by Jules de Gasperis

I Hope We Win

SWING

Saw it in your eyes when you woke up the other day,
You were sitting in your same place, same time.
You called it as you saw it, there was something wrong with you,
But a lifetime hadn’t started so long ago.

-ref-
Swing, baby swing,
‘Cause you couldn’t get back down from him.
There was something different in the way
it was just so much simpler then.

You called out just to hear you get turned back down again,
You were searching for your own place this time.
You’re younger when you noticed that you couldn’t be like them,
But you washed it all away when you were raising them, so

-ref-
Swing, baby swing,
‘Cause you couldn’t get back down from him.
It was just too long for one stay,
It was just too late for today. 

//

Written, recorded, and produced by Erica von Trapp
Mixed by Jules de Gapseris
Mastered by Justin Colletti at Joe Lambert Mastering

Swing

TRUE BLUE

You, you know you’re so good to me,
But I am floating down,
despite all our chemistry, 
when you are closing down.

Rifle, 
I wanna be your rifle.
I wanna be true blue
for you.
Rifle, 
I wanna be your wife again.
I wanna be true blue, 
for you.

We know we’ve got some distance past,
The silence has floated down,
and eaten all of our mystery.
We’re stuck in underground.

Rifle,
I wanna be your rifle.
I wanna be true blue
for you.
Rifle, 
I wanna be your wife again.
I wanna be true blue,
for you.

You know you’re just so good to me,
You’re just so…

You know you’re so good to me.

True Blue

Bad Habits

I have a hard time,
Watching things fade out,
I'd rather see them burn away.

I thought I would become
a bigger person though
I didn't think I'd leave you today.

A hard shell requires
a kind of soft inside
otherwise everything would break.

Internally petrified
by my own discharge,
and I'm not innocent of late.

So blame me
for your own downpour.
So blame me,
Silence crying closed doors in my folly.

It's getting distant now,
electric lights unfold,
I couldn't stay up past the gate.

It seemed a good dream
that turned neon inside,
and now it's leaking upon the stakes.

You said it would be fine
to let the thoughts unfold,
and honesty was just a fake.

But I am not so sure
about your religious cure,
you weren't waiting at the bait.

So blame me,
for prolonged response.
So blame me,
for yourself justifying bad habits.

Oh you've got bad habits.
And I'm over it.

Written, produced, recorded and arranged by Erica von Trapp
Additional bass production by Jules de Gasperis
Mixed by Jules de Gasperis
Mastered by Howie Weinberg

Bad Habits

One Hand Wheel

Does my silence make you feel numb now?
Is it scaling down the pain you love to take?
Hey, we’re driving for some time, love,
But your hand stays on the wheel, I’m drifting away.

You think we’re scratching on the surface
Of something good enough for you but you couldn’t taste.
Then your idols will make you feel nauseous,
You’d need diamonds on your shoes to walk today.

Nothing’s wrong with me,
What’s the matter with you?
Is life not according to plan?
And I’m flicking distant thoughts,
Running along with you,
What’s the matter with you today?

There are trifles on the water,
And your voice sounds like reverb upon the sand.
I’m getting exhausted from soaking fine lines, now.
Trying to love myself when you are in your head.

Nothing’s wrong with me,
What’s the matter with you?
Is life not according to plan?
And I’m flicking distant thoughts,
Running along with you,
What’s the matter with you today?
x2

Written, produced, recorded and arranged by Erica von Trapp
Additional synth bass production by Jules de Gasperis
Mixed by Jules de Gasperis
Mastered by Howie Weinberg

One Hand Wheel

Overzealous

When you looked into the cross
said you looked into the mirror.
Your face keeps on changing
putting out these words that I couldn’t guess.

When you put it in a safe
is it getting any clearer?
Thin lines dot my fingers,
I’m looking for a place I can get some rest.

I know I said I’d promise
to turn off the lights this time
but my thoughts keep undressing,
seducing me from the inside.

A silence is replaced with series of overzealous dreams,
A silence is replaced with series of overzealous dreams.

There’s demons in the night 
let me keep you on the inside.
I’m caught in your belt as I’m losing
all my lucid control.

A buzzing shatters all the warm that
we’re keeping from the ice box.
Grey faces all around us,
we’re looking for a place we can let go.

I know I said I’d promise
to turn off the lights this time
but my thoughts keep undressing,
seducing me from the inside.

A silence is replaced with series of overzealous dreams,
A silence is replaced with series of overzealous dreams, 
A silence is replaced with series of overzealous dreams.

Written, produced, recorded and arranged by Erica von Trapp
Mixed by Jules de Gasperis
Mastered by Howie Weinberg