All music written, produced and mixed by Devin Kain.
Scratches by Dj IdlHndz
Featuring The Bad Tenants

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LINE UP (feat. The Bad Tenants)

Written, Recorded, Mix & Mastered by Devin Kain
Featuring Chris Willis

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LITTLE DUDE  (feat. Chris Willis)

Written by Devin Kain & Leah Ottman
Violin by Joya Bravo
Produced, Mixed & Mastered by Devin Kain


LYRICS:

Wait a minute I'm not ready
I can barely keep my hands steady
I can barely keep my head from getting
too wrapped up in the lies I'm telling
And I'm telling so many lately
I can't even tell when I'm kinda faking
Man I love it when you call me crazy
Kinda feels like you know me, maybe.
Nah but really, I love the connection
Kinda feels like a church confession
Hail Mary's get tossed to the wind
and I hope and pray that someone will catch it
I don't know what I can say
Except that I'm sorry for letting you get close to me in the first place
No, I don't expect you to stay
I'm just a bad person, but I'm learning.

CHORUS:

These days I can barely fit any air inside my rib cage
Laugh at my mistakes.  No need to explain
Maybe I'm just bad.
And I never stop to ask
Is that all ok?
That I never seem to change.

And there's so many things in my life I regret
That I'd rather just soon forget
So I drown in a percoset
Whiskey bottle, just a sip.
But I don't think that it's working yet
Cuz I still feel like a nervous wreck
With the desregard for the self-respect
That I need to find what my purpose is.
Right now I could use a friend
But I'm better at losing them
Take em out like a cigarette
Leave em crushed and bent and soaking wet
For amusement.  I guess I'm abusive
And I should probably change my tune
But I don't wanna face the music.
Cuz I don't know what I could say
Except I'm sorry for letting you get close to me in the first place.
No, I don't expect you to stay
I'm just a bad person, but I'm learning.

CHORUS

BRIDGE:

Don't wanna talk about it
So don't ask about it
Keep it all to myself.
Take it all for granted 
As though it never happened
Maybe I lie to myself.

Recounting what they owe
Even counting what they don't
Like a wolf in sheep's clothes
The only clothes I've ever known
No patience for my own
Pace in which I grow
To get a taste of means 
To let go of my ego.

CHORUS

MAYBE (feat. LOTT)

Written, Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by Devin Kain
Featuring Matt Goodwin

LOVE LETTERS (feat. Matt Goodwin)

Written by Devin Kain and KPD
Scratches by IDL HNDZ 
Produced, Mixed & Mastered by Devin Kain

LYRICS:

CHORUS

Way back when, when I felt my best
Feet in swamp creek, heart in the Northwest
Every single thing we did success
Every single thing we did success

Way back when, when I felt my worst
Toes in the cold snow, yearn for reverse
Bones grow numb till the heart don't hurt
Bones grow numb till the heart don't work

Way back when it was all so good
Doing all bad any way that we could
Every single thing we did we should
Every single thing we did we should

Way back when, I would lace up my boots
Uphill till I die for the fountain of youth
That's what you do till your soul gets bruised
And the old die young on a mountain of truth

KPD VERSE

I grew up in the middle class middle of the tracks
upscale white trash, pleasurable past
wrong turns I often got myself lost 
while i learned lessons in the school of hard knocks
crazy kids smoking cigs riding hot bikes
talking shit and starting rock fights
doing drugs, going nuts, right and wrongs
doing donuts fucking up rich people's lawns
with the world wide open, the wind behind us
growing up fast where our mom's can't find us
nothing new, breaking rules, skipping school
no goddamn liar's gonna tell us what to do
little thieves scott free, B&E stealing 
camcorders, metal detectors and Elton John CD's
nothing to use, did it for the rush
I guess encouraging our worst is what we did best.

CHORUS

DK VERSE

And I grew up naked in a world full of branches
for me to climb on to avoid avalanches.
Mom was a teacher, Dad was a carpenter,
Sister had teeth that were finger-nail sharpeners.
I was alone playing in the snow -
didn't need more than a world of my own and
winter gave way to a spring in my step
I'd stay awake late while other kids slept in.
Summertime came and it never got dark
In the night.  Hear my name - Mom's waiting in the parking lot
Raindrops fell.  Sun shone bright
I remember well the night that my father died.
I was a wretch.  Momma was a rock.
Taught me to fall before I learned to walk.
Time is a test and I'm the clock.
Hands keep spinning though the avalanche stopped.

BRIDGE

Dirt on my face.  Holes in my shoes.
Rips in my jeans.  Nothing to lose.
Stains on my shirt.  Grease in my hair.
Blood in my heart and I never felt better.
x 2

WAY BACK WHEN (feat. KPD)

Written, Produced, Mixed & Mastered by Devin Kain
Vocal Accompaniment: Michael Harris
Trombone & Trumpet: Casey Gainor
Alto & Tenor Sax: Matt Goodwin

LYRICS:
You can find me sitting in the pub like the cast from Cheers
with an unkept beard.
That's right buddy yo I came to get weird.
Hey bartender could you pass me a beer?
Damn right yeah I love me a dive bar.
Forget a club, I don't wanna pay a cover charge.
But I make sure I got my legal tender
cuz Johnny's on that wall with the turned up finger.
Five bucks for a beer and a shot
so I strut on over to that busted up juke box.
They ain't got much but they got some David Bowie
Now the whole damn bar's singing bad karaoke like:
"Oh you pretty things..."
Anybody in here wanna buy me chicken wings?
Er... how bout some onion rings?
Bar food smell got a dude feeling hungry.
But enough about supper.
All I need is barkeep to pour me another.
Back to the club? What you take me for a sucker?
Why would I do that when I could play some Buck Hunter?

CHORUS:

Cuz I got a drink token. 
I want a big ol' pint.
Call the friends with the same motive
and strut down to that local dive.
We came to get stupid
at the spot with the flickering sign.
Belly-up with the tab open
Just getting nice.  (Miller Lite)

Umm... Dear Club:  I don't know what's up
and I don't really care about drinking out of red cups
but umm, buy a shot of rum for fifteen bucks?  
Even the Captain himself be like: "Man that's messed up."
Say what you want but I call that bad business.
I'd rather drink in a club that smelled like fish sticks,
sweat and cigarettes and dirty misfits 
naked in the photo booth like "Can you picture it?"
Want some champagne?  Here's a High Life.
Want a girlfriend?  There's the barfly.
Conversation? Talk to the drunk guy
sitting in the corner looking like Popeye.
I got my quarters on the table for pool
but someone's got that 8 ball up inside the bathroom.
Speak of which, I think you know what comes next:
"Is anybody up for some bathroom sex?"
And the girls in the club wear them short skirts
but me? I like them girls that are real down to earth.
Nah, like literally.  Down to earth.  
Like give it 5 minutes, we'll be rolling in the dirt.
And when the lights come on at the end of the night
and people look around at each other horrified,
I can't help but feel all fuzzy inside like, 
"You goddamn right yeah I love me a dive."

CHORUS (Bud Ice)

BRIDGE

I don't need, no I don't need to shower.
I just need, I just need a 16 ouncer.
Cuz you know it's always happy hour
when I'm up inside this dirty little tavern.

CHORUS. (All night)

Cap'n Morgan outtro

AUDIOGRAPHY

Dive Bar

DIVE BAR

Written and Composed by Theresia Thylin & Devin Kain 
Produced by Ariel Iud & Devin Kain

Vocals: Devin Kain
Vocals: Theresia Thylin
Bandoneon: Ariel Iud
Piano: Emilio Teubal
Double Bass: Pablo Aslan
Cello:  Tim Rusterholtz
Drums: Zac Pless
Guitar: Devin Kain
Backup Vocals: Lianna

Dedicated to all the refugees and immigrants struggling to survive.

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LYRICS

VERSE 1:

Sometimes I picture walking in Times Square
before anything was ever built there.
Before our ancestors came from different continents,
settled on the shore and called themselves "colonists".
And as I walk over the lines in the pavement, 
I like to think of all the lives that made this
concrete arrangement on land that was sacred
and straight-up taken from the American Native.
You see this whole country was built by immigrants -
Just wanted a better life for their family and kids.
Sound familiar?  But now we'd rather limit it
to only the hypocrites that already live in it.
And I'm still trying to figure out whatever happened with
"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses
yearning to breathe free and pursue happiness"
because now it's like "turn around and start packing" cuz:
We draw these lines all over the planet
and you're considered illegal depending on which side you're standing.
And I yearn for the day that all these lines vanish
because I just don't understand them.

CHORUS 1:

Drew a line in the sand.
Thought it through and then you crossed it.
Defy the dark and where the stars that brought you here.
Crossed a line in the sand.
There's no options at the edge.
Faced your fears and risked it all for a place called home.

VERSE 2:

So take a second and look up at the stars
and think about exactly where it is that you are:
Between Venus and Mars - that Goldie Locks zone.
A little speck of dust floating up in the cosmos.
And that pale blue dot got it's color from water.
The same water that ran through all the veins of our forefathers.
And for that matter - anyone that's ever existed, 
but still we build walls and pretend we're so different.
But the thing about the human race is
every single one of us can be traced back to the same place.
We're not that different. We evolved in the same way:
Just another branch of the bipedal great ape.
And we act so fucking arrogant.
Like in another epoch "lines" will still be relevant.
Like we'll still define between citizen and immigrant?
That truth to me is just not self-evident.

BRIDGE:

Did it cross your mind
when you closed the door?
What did you imagine it to be like?
What do you miss?  Miss the most
of all we left behind?  La nostalgia.

CHORUS 2:

Drew a line in the sand.
Thought it through and then you crossed it.
Defy the dark and where the stars that brought you here.
Crossed a line in the sand.
There's no options at the edge.
Faced your fears and risked it all for a place called home --->
You're losing speed.  
What's the crime?
You're growing old
for a brand new start.

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