written, recorded and produced by Adam Hachey

lyrics:

i heard a sound out in the snow.. 
i'll stay here inside. 
there's a black car waiting down the road.. 
i'm closing the blinds. 

lights dart back and forth 
under the door. 
it's a long night ahead. 
am i safe in bed? 

i guess i'm afraid of everything. 
at least i have found my muse..

tunnel traffic - long night

written, recorded and produced by Adam Hachey

lyrics:

the pain's only taking me 'cause i want it to. 
i'll masochistically memorialize this 
'cause i'm a sucker for longing moments. 

you let me put the cd on. 
heard you sing along so lively. 
you get so quiet when we reach home. 
i pick up the pieces 
and won't ask why. 

there's a fire in my heart, 
in my heart.

memorial

samples from various Meesh tracks ("Skinny Legs", "21", and "October Home") were used this song

arranged and produced by Adam Hachey

monument

written, recorded and produced by Adam Hachey

lyrics:

hey mitch.
there's your smile.
my pitch...
it's just your style.

it's all right.
we're getting older.
It's your life.
Mull it over.

Think it over.
My heart beat stalls.
Mull it over.
My gut free falls.

hey mitch,
the great foregoer.
it's your itch.
don't give over.

Think it over.
My heart beat stalls.
Mull it over.
My gut free falls.
Think it over as you need.
My heart beat stalls.
Mull it over while your free.
My gut free falls.

i would be foolish if i
didn't recount what was right.
you took me lame.
you shook me awake.
and after all those years i'd hide away.

strumming in basements at night,
unfamiliar faces alight,
left me brave.
you cleared my mistakes.
you placed your gravity inside my brain.
that's how i find myself today,
and how i know that i was changed.

i would be sorry if i
couldn't remember the life
i felt days
learning your ways.
you pressed your harmonies into my veins.
without you, i could not have stayed
the best that i can be today.

mitch

written, recorded and produced by Adam Hachey

a part

written, recorded and produced by Adam Hachey

lyrics:

morning talks in the ski house. 
brittle pancakes on my plate. 
i returned to the car lot, 
mine replaced with an empty space. 

took a walk to the tow yard. 
i drove back through the crowded streets. 
all the girls with their shirts cut, 
all the boys in their sleeveless tees. 

it's hard to blend with a clear head, 
so i waited for mitch to leave. 
two guitars and a trumpet 
singing out beneath the trees. 

mari joined with her boyfriend, 
and some strangers stopped for us. 
so alive in the garden 
while the world was getting buzzed elsewhere.

slope day

titmouse

written, recorded and produced by Adam Hachey

lyrics:

georgia's in the car. 
maxwell's at the park. 
pick up your guitar. 
we're not going very far. 

set up in the yard, 
synchronize our arms, 
give them our regards, 
settle down, and then depart. 

we were the bomb, 
singing friday songs. 
all evening long, 
keeping sweaters on. 

fourteen hand applause. 
four-note afterthought. 
shanna's nodding off. 
trumpet take a pause. 

georgia's in the car. 
maxwell's at the park. 
mitch, go grab your art. 
we're not going very far. 

set the door ajar. 
violin can start. 
harmonize the parts. 
still raising up the bar. 

in from the quad. 
leave the curtains drawn. 
shugo's bell goes off. 
turn the string lights on. 

reverb in the loft. 
singing wednesday songs. 
maximillian nods. 
singing dim-light songs. 
jacky count us off. 
singing, talking, songs.

all day err day

written, recorded and produced by Adam Hachey

lyrics:

i don't know when we split off, 
where you were that day of loss. 
what do you still think of us 
coming back from zambia? 

maxwell, 
i wish i knew you more. 
you always found the chords. 
and when we wanted to record.. 

nothing captures you as well 
as the song you kept to yourself. 
all that feeling underneath. 
how i yearn to hear you speak. 
tell me how you came to be 
and the paths laid at your feet. 
i am open. i am fee. 

maxwell, 
now that i think of it... 
movie poster grid... 
roulette of chores fixed to the fridge. 
you were more than i could hold, 
truth be fragile, truth be told. 
as i spend more time alone, 
there's so much space you could have known 
i'm sure the day is drawing near 
when someone catches me in tears 
while i'm listening through your ears. 

i don't know so cyclically 
where you are, how you might be. 
what do you now think of me, 
someone trapped in history?

maxwell

written, recorded and produced by Adam Hachey

lyrics:

take me out to a porch. 
i could never feel without 
with a whistle on my mouth. 

take me out under stars. 
commons songs are where it's at, 
right before we hit the sack.

take me out

written, recorded and produced by Adam Hachey

lyrics:

do you think that i seem lifelike? 
did you see it when i closed my eyes? 
can i hold you if i feel like ice 
could you say that i'm passed my time. 

does it sound familiar 
as i boil over? 
does this sound familiar? 

so i form the words in my own right. 
i don't enjoy the view from sidelines.

familiar

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