Track 7 of Messenger Down’s “What Should Have Been Said.”

Composed by Garrett Foster and Connor Vogt, performed by Garrett Foster (Vocals, Guitars, Bass), Connor Vogt (Guitar, Programming), Arun Bose (Drums), and Drew Barsody (Guitar).

Recorded at Trap Door Recordings by Jeff Long and Connor Vogt.
Mixed and Mastered by Jeff Long.

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I can’t get away…

Don’t close your tired eyes on me.
I’ve never been one to trust in fate,
but there’s just something in the way
we danced like fire in the summer rain,
you took my hand, you kept me sane,
we felt the love, we shared the pain.
Now there’s just one thing left to say…

I can’t get away. Girl I’ve been screaming your name,
louder than I’m willing too admit to anyone at all,
but it’s in my veins. You’ve changed the way I rewind,
so I can stop chasing time. You’ve broken down these stone walls,

but they refuse to fall.

Without a moment left to stop,
I’m only breathing so that you might not.

I swore to God that I would never let you leave,
that someday I would find the strength to get down on my broken knee
and tell you every little thing that I’ve been dying to get out.
You’re the one I need around, you’re who I can’t live without.

I can’t get away. Girl I’ve been screaming your name,
louder than I’m willing too admit to anyone at all,
but it’s in my veins. You’ve changed the way I rewind,
so I can stop chasing time. You’ve broken down these stone walls,

For only you, they fall.

You’ve got a funny way of figuring me out.
Without a doubt, you’ve turned my life around.
You’re the hope in my hopeless,
I’m hoping you notice.

It's Not The Time That Matters, It's The Person

Track 6 of Messenger Down’s “What Should Have Been Said.”

Composed by Garrett Foster and Nick Atwell, performed by Garrett Foster (Vocals, Guitars, Bass), Connor Vogt (Guitar, Programming), Arun Bose (Drums), Drew Barsody (Guitar), Dan Small (Trombone, Trumpet), and Zach Foster (Trumpet).

Group vocals by Garrett Foster, Connor Vogt, Arun Bose, Cheyenne Foster, Katie Pannullo, and Jeff Long.

Recorded at Trap Door Recordings by Jeff Long and Connor Vogt.
Mixed and Mastered by Jeff Long.

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It started in a garden, it was spreading like a curse.
Like a virus, oh, her highness even said he was the first,
but the flicker in her hips was like the linger from her lips,
and as it grew it would find you at your worst.

She never had that much to say, but never needed more
than a longing in her eyes behind a tightly locked door,
and as the sky was raining red, you couldn’t say you even cared.
“it was the last he said before he disappeared.”

She sells books of spells, and she’s not one to cry…

Like a snake, it’s gonna get you.
It’s gonna get you good.
And you’re not gonna see it at all,
you won’t even feel it until you’re dead.

Rewind, 2009, before she knew her lines.
How did that sweet girl turn out to be
a heartless snake living in your sheets.

Now she sells herself to take all that is yours,
and she’s been waiting to unlock your drawers.

Like a snake, it’s gonna get you.
It’s gonna get you good.
And you’re not gonna see it at all,
you won’t even feel it until you’re dead.

After all of your destruction, how can you function at all?
One day I’m gonna watch you fall,
You won’t even feel it until you’re dead.

Like a snake, it’s gonna get you.
It’s gonna get you good.
And you’re not gonna see it at all,
you won’t even feel it until you’re dead.

The Snake In The Sheets

Track 5 of Messenger Down’s “What Should Have Been Said.”

Composed by Garrett Foster, performed by Garrett Foster (Vocals, Guitars, Percussion), Connor Vogt (Guitar, Programming), and Cheyenne Foster (Vocals).

Recorded at Trap Door Recordings by Jeff Long and Connor Vogt.
Mixed and Mastered by Jeff Long.

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I can feel you breathing,
the beating in your chest is what keeps me believing,
that everything is gonna be just fine.
That you and I are gonna be alright.

Those swollen eyes you used to get when you cried,
I tried to avoid them, but now they’re all mine,
and everyone tells me it just takes time,
but these dreams of mine, they just aren’t worth a dime.

With out you, these dreams aren’t worth a dime.

You are my constant, my white picket fence,
you’re the reason for the reasons, you’re the evidence.
I could sing to a crowd of a million or more,
but I’d feel so empty without you to sing for.

Those swollen eyes you used to get when you cried,
I tried to avoid them, but now they’re all mine,
and everyone tells me it just takes time,
but these dreams of mine, they just aren’t worth a dime.

With out you, these dreams aren’t worth a dime.

Let’s trade those swollen eyes for butterflies,
and all the childish lies for you and I.
Let’s take all your sadness and all my pain,
tell it to go to hell and never come again.

Those swollen eyes you used to get when you cried,
I tried to avoid them, but now they’re all mine,
and everyone tells me it just takes time,
but these dreams of mine, they just aren’t worth a dime.

With out you, these dreams aren’t worth a dime.

Swollen Eyes For Butterflies

Track 4 of Messenger Down’s “What Should Have Been Said.”

Composed by Garrett Foster, performed by Garrett Foster (Vocals, Guitars, Bass), Connor Vogt (Guitar, Programming, Vocals), Arun Bose (Drums), Cheyenne Foster (Vocals), and Dakota Bolte (Bass).

Group vocals by Garrett Foster, Connor Vogt, Arun Bose, Cheyenne Foster, Katie Pannullo, and Jeff Long.

Recorded at Trap Door Recordings by Jeff Long and Connor Vogt.
Mixed and Mastered by Jeff Long.

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Leave it to the broken dreamers to go and ruin your luck.
‘Cause you’ve got spunk kid, but it isn’t enough.
A broken heart or two goes so well
with a first class, one way ticked to hell,
and you’ll take that plane or the train or the bus,
and you’ll get there, but on the way you’re causing a fuss.

You’re the Mona to my Lisa,
you’re the bite to my tongue.
You’re the dilation to my eyes,
you’re every wrong to my right.
I know we’re young, but our story’s just begun.

We crack more like drug lords than vanity mirrors,
put twice the effort into our appearance,
You’re all that calms the storm when I can’t think.
(The smell of your perfume
could keep me in this room, girl.)
A change in you, the change in me,
the changing taste of “family.”
The future spoke with tongue in cheek,
but we still dreamed.
(Every trip through the back door,
when your feet can’t touch the floor;
Mona Lisa, bite your tongue,
we both know where to run.)

Your eyes, they gleam.
I’m tearing at the seams.
What does this mean?
Why doesn’t everybody sing…

You’re the Mona to my Lisa,
you’re the bite to my tongue.
You’re the dilation to my eyes,
you’re every wrong to my right.
I know we’re young, but our story’s just begun.

Your eyes, they gleam.
I’m tearing at the seams.
What does this mean?
Why doesn’t everybody sing…

Mona Lisa, Bite Your Tongue

Track 3 of Messenger Down’s “What Should Have Been Said.”

Composed by Garrett Foster and Connor Vogt, performed by Garrett Foster (Vocals, Guitars, Bass), Connor Vogt (Guitar, Programming), Arun Bose (Drums), and Jeff Long (Bass).

Group vocals by Garrett Foster, Connor Vogt, Arun Bose, Cheyenne Foster, Katie Pannullo, and Jeff Long.

Recorded at Trap Door Recordings by Jeff Long and Connor Vogt.
Mixed and Mastered by Jeff Long.

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And if we burn this bridge our city will fall
and our “someday” will come crashing down,
but there’s an empty bed behind your eyes
that I call mine when his diamonds are not around.

He ran his mouth like he was late for something more important,
and filled all his piggy banks with lies.
She was the hammer and the nail.
Emptied his bank account, and that came at a price.

But she still wanted more…

And if we burn this bridge our city will fall
and our “someday” will come crashing down,
but there’s an empty bed behind your eyes
that I call mine when his diamonds are not around.

I was the underdog, just had the luck for her to know my name.
She had me wrapped around her finger, right below his diamond ring.
We burned the dress that she chased,
but she missed the way he’d taste and that’s just something I can’t replace.

And if we burn this bridge our city will fall
and our “someday” will come crashing down,
but there’s an empty bed behind your eyes
that I call mine when his diamonds are not around.

His diamonds are not around.

You’ve got a secret, I’ve got a muse.
You’re busy biting your tongue, hiding a bruise.
We’ve got the records, and they’ve got the blues,
I’m reading every word that you say like a page on a fuse.
You hold the answer, I am the key.
Tell me baby is your lipstick failing, or is it me?
Did I not play the part? Did I say who you are to a T?
It’s gonna tear me apart before I even see…

… our city fall
and our “someday” come crashing down,
but there’s an empty bed behind your eyes
I still call mine when his diamonds are not around.

His diamonds are not around.

Sometime After Someday

Track 2 of Messenger Down’s “What Should Have Been Said.”

Composed by Garrett Foster, performed by Garrett Foster (Vocals, Guitars, Bass), Connor Vogt (Guitar, Programming), Arun Bose (Drums), and Drew Barsody (Guitar).

Group vocals by Garrett Foster, Connor Vogt, Arun Bose, Cheyenne Foster, Katie Pannullo, and Jeff Long.

Recorded at Trap Door Recordings by Jeff Long and Connor Vogt.
Mixed and Mastered by Jeff Long.

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Your little monster went running right through the forest.
You’re too scared to explore it, but you can’t ignore it.
He’ll consume all your worldly possessions,
become an obsession that you can’t confess.

Dwell on, little monster, you eat me away.
I can’t sleep on a mattress that speaks of your name,
but low and behold, I sleep in defiance.
An alliance that’s not like the rest.

Extravagant letters, half hearted blush,
a moment of silence or a moment too much,
into a corner, sent back to the touch.
it was never enough, it was never enough.

And I’ve waited so long for you to come home.
I’m tired of being excused.
I’ve waited so long to have you alone,
to tell and be told the whole truth.

And this habit that I haven’t held since high school,
I’ve been trying to avoid it’s use
'cause now it's just a constant reminder
of all the time I spent it on you.

And I’ve waited so long for you to come home.
I’m tired of being excused.
I’ve waited so long to have you alone,
to tell and be told the whole truth.

I’m only here to wreck myself for you.

And that crest that I wore on my chest with such pride,
it’s become the most vital thing I choose to hide,
but I need it more as I’m pushing you away.
As I’m begging you to stay, I’m begging you to say…
"I’m begging you to stay. I’m begging you to stay."

And this habit that I haven’t held since high school,
I’ve been trying to avoid it’s use,
'cause now it's just a constant reminder
of all the time I wrecked myself for you.

(I’m only here to wreck myself for you.
I’m only here to wreck myself for you.
I’m only here to be a reminder
of all the times I wrecked myself for you.)

And again, I’m here to wreck myself for you.

A Mess Made Of Temporary In Need Of A Constant (The Whole Truth)

Track 1 of Messenger Down's "What Should Have Been Said."

Composed by Garrett Foster, performed by Garrett Foster (Vocals, Guitars, Bass), Connor Vogt (Guitar, Programming), Arun Bose (Drums), and Dakota Bolte (Bass).

Recorded at Trap Door Recordings by Jeff Long and Connor Vogt.
Mixed and Mastered by Jeff Long.

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So, let’s start this off quiet;
my walls are paper thin.
I’m reaching for the exit,
to leave and leave you breathless.
So come on, call me over.
let me sing along.
Hold me here tonight,
forever. Hold on.

You’re my world, you’re my everything;
a small black box with a diamond ring.
So lock the door, let our bodies sing.
We’ll do anything, anything to live our dream.

I don’t wanna be your way out,
or just another face in the crowd.
I wanna make you scream and shout,
not “see you around,”
get up to get dressed down.
Can’t you feel they way I’m down, down down.
We’ll find common ground without a sound.
Let’s find our ghost town.

You’re my world, you’re my everything;
a small black box with a diamond ring.
So lock the door, let our bodies sing.
We’ll do anything, anything to live our dream.

It’s about the things I didn’t say
and getting lost in the way you move.
I talk it up ‘cause I’ve had enough for the both of us.
It’s what should have been said,
not what you did about it.
I talk it up ‘cause I’ve had enough for the both of us.

You’re my world, you’re my everything;
a small black box with a diamond ring.
So lock the door, let our bodies sing.
We’ll do anything, anything to live our dream.

It’s about the things I didn’t say
and getting lost in the way you move.
I talk it up ‘cause I’ve had enough for the both of us.
It’s what should have been said,
not what you did about it.
I talk it up ‘cause I’ve had enough for the both of us.

Let’s find our ghost town.

Ghost Town

Original songs by Halsey and One Direction.
Arrangement and all instrumentation performed by Garrett Foster. 
Programming by Garrett Foster and Mike Pepe.
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Produced and mixed by Mike Pepe at Sioux Sioux Studio.
Mastered by Jeff Long at Trap Door Recordings.

Hold Me Down // Drag Me Down (Halsey/One Direction Mashup)

"Worst Apocalypse Ever"
Composed and performed by Garrett Foster (Vocals, Guitar, Synth/Keys, Programming, Drums, Percussion).
Additional backing vocals by Cheyenne Foster.

Recorded, produced, and mastered by Jeff Long at Trap Door Recordings.

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Worst Apocalypse Ever

"I'd Hate to Put Words in Your Head, Lend Me Your Ears Instead (Here to Stay)"
Composed and performed by Garrett Foster (Vocals, Guitar, Synth/Keys, Programming, Drums, Percussion).

Group Vocals by Ayisa Adderly, Caige Crapshee, and Matt Fariss of Eyes Eat Suns.

Recorded, produced, and mastered by Jeff Long at Trap Door Recordings.

I'd Hate To Put Words In Your Head, Lend Me Your Ears Instead (Here To Stay)

Cheating Death

If Two Witches Watch Two Watches (Play Pretend)

No Home for Ghosts

Anticipation and the Art of Breathing (feat. Ayisa Adderley)

Dead Weight (All Press is Good Press)

"Where You Been?"
Composed and performed by Garrett Foster (Vocals, Guitar, Synth/Keys, Programming, Percussion).

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Rob Endling at Bloodstone Studios in Greensboro, NC.

Where You Been? - Single

Where You Been?

Composed and performed by Garrett Foster (Vocals, Guitar, Synth/Keys, Programming, Percussion).

Recorded by Curtis Martin at TKO Studios in Greensboro, NC.

Mixed and mastered by Rob Endling at Bloodstone Studios in Greensboro, NC.

Ride - Single

Ride

"Highlight"
Composed and performed by Garrett Foster (Vocals, Guitar, Synth/Keys, Programming, Percussion).
Tambourine by Arun Bose.

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Rob Endling at Bloodstone Studios in Greensboro, NC.

Highlight - Single

Highlight

"Lowkey"
Composed and performed by Garrett Foster (Vocals, Guitar, Synth/Keys, Programming, Percussion).

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Rob Endling at Bloodstone Studios in Greensboro, NC.

Lowkey - Single

Lowkey

Messenger Down is the stage name and musical outlet of Charlotte, NC based alternative pop artist Garrett Foster. Pairing raw instrumentation and soaring melodies with electronic soundscapes and pop sensibility, Foster creates a diverse and eclectic sound that seamlessly dances between synthpop, indie rock, alternative R&B, emo, hip-hop, and funk.

Established in 2012, the singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist has self-released three EP's, a handful of singles along the way, and has spent the last year and a half recording new music. With the newly released singles "Where You Been?" and "Ride," and what one can only assume to be an album on the way for 2018, it would be wise to keep your eyes on Messenger Down.

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