1st single off of the upcoming 8-track album, Crossing Atlantic.
Download available here: https://maxbernsteinmusic.bandcamp.com/track/zygomaticus-single

All songs, written, arranged, and produced by Max Bernstein.

Bill Abt - Trombones
Max Bernstein - Drums, Guitars, Keyboards, Vocals, Various other Sounds
Andrew Borkowski - Cellos
Jorge Costa - Electric Bass
A.J. Neubert - Bassoons
Aaron Smith - Trumpets
John Aaron Troy - Baritone Sax, Tenor Sax, Flutes

Mixing Engineer & Digital Editing - Jorge Costa
Mastering Engineer - Dave Kutch at the Mastering Palace

Special thanks to Gary Bernstein at Tribal Studios, Clarence, NY, and Jorge Costa for your generous support and guidance.

Lyrics:
Waiting for the clouds to move.
I guess I'm gonna to be abused.
Waiting for the clouds to move.
Yes I think I'm going to be abused.

Ohh and you do it to yourself.
Ohh and you do it to yourself.
Ohh when you do it to yourself.
Ohh when you do it to yourself.

I can't give anything more than I have.
I can't give anything more than I have.
I can't give anything more than I have.

And I feel the muscles in my face for the first time.

I can't remember...
The last time...
I felt safe.
And I can't remember...
The last time...
That I felt safe.

And oh I do it to myself.
Ohh and I do it to myself.
Ohh and you do it to yourself.
Ohh and you do it to yourself. 
Ohh when I do it to myself. 
Ohh and I do it to myself.
Ohh when I do it to myself.
Ohh when I do it to myself.
Ohh when I do it to myself.
Ohh and I do it to myself.

Crossing Atlantic

Zygomaticus

ZYGOMATICUS

2nd single off of the upcoming 8-track album, Crossing Atlantic.

All songs, written, arranged, and produced by Max Bernstein.

Max Bernstein - Acoustic & Electric Drums, Guitars, Keyboards, Vocals, Various other sounds
Andrew Borkowski - Cellos
Jorge Costa - Electric Bass
John Aaron Troy - Baritone Sax, Tenor Sax, Flutes

Mixing Engineer & Additional Production - Jorge Costa
Mastering Engineer - Mark Fuller Mastering

Special thanks to Gary Bernstein at Tribal Studios, Clarence, NY, and Jorge Costa for your generous support and guidance.

Lyrics:
Will you be a friend today?
Shadow-soaked and wide awake.
Sitting beside all of my mistakes.

Where is the ground?
Where is the ground?
Where is the ground?

Because yesterday wasn't so... grand!
It's a beautiful free fall. 
You can't always believe all of this.

Hey, you're going to rob yourself again.
Hey, You're going to rob yourself again.

Will you be a friend today? 
The stranger speaks to consecrate. 
Casting lines into the wake.

Where is the ground?
Where is the ground?
Where is the ground?

Because yesterday wasn't so...grand!

It's a beautiful free fall. 
You can't always believe all of this.

How can it be... that we see ourselves...for the first time?
Transformations in the stranger for the first time.
How can it be... that we be ourselves... for the first time?
Affirmations rearrange her for the first time.

Free Fall

FREE FALL

Mirrors 
3rd single off of the upcoming 8-track album, Crossing Atlantic.
All songs, written, arranged, and produced by Max Zara Bernstein.

Performance Credits
Max Zara Bernstein - Acoustic & Electric Drums, Guitars, Synths/Keyboards, Vocals, Various other sounds 
Andrew Borkowski - Cello Jorge Costa - Background vocals 
Ann Ellsworth - French Horn
AJ Neubert - Bassoon
Julian Nguyen - Viola
Nikhita Sheller - Tenor Sax
John Aaron Troy - Baritone Sax, Tenor Sax, Flutes

Production Credits
Mixing, additional production, and recording - Jorge Costa at Gato Volador Studios, Mesa Arizona

Mastering Engineer - Mark Fuller Mastering, Sebastopol, CA

Portions of this track were recorded at Tribal Studios, Clarence, NY.

Special thanks to Gary Bernstein at Tribal Studios, and Jorge Costa of Gato Volador Studios for your generous support and guidance.

Lyrics:
Your wrist hangs over the kitchen sink.
It's too loud. It's too loud.
I can't hear a single thing you're saying.
It's too loud. It's too loud.

Why are knives rusting on the lawn?
Is this just what it feels like when ships sink at dawn?

Now your wounds are set a flame...
I'll show you mine. I'll show you mine.
A terrorist wants to crash the plane.
Hide the wine. Hide the wine. 

Why are knives rusting on the lawn?
Is this just what it feels like when ships sink at dawn?

What is this before my eyes?
What is this before my eyes?
What is this before my eyes?
What is this before my eyes?

We are mirrors.
We are mirrors.
We are mirrors.

Max

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