Charlie - electric bass 
Jack - electric guitar 
Patrick - drums 
Winston - vocals, synths 

Mixed, engineered, and mastered by Tim Race

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Molly

Big Scheme

Monkey Bone

Parade

Too Many

Home on High

Diamonds

Hard Times in the City

A Sign

From the upcoming album 'A Life of Crime'
Due out via Whatever's Clever Records 11/1/2019
Preorder (LPs and digital) here: https://whateversclever.bandcamp.com/album/a-life-of-crime

Winston Cook-Wilson - keyboards, vocals
Ian Wayne - keyboards
Charlie Kaplan - bass
Pat Kelly - drums
with:
Alec Spiegelman - bass clarinet, saxophone, flute
Cole Kamen-Green - trumpet

Mixed and mastered by Christopher Andrew McDonald
Engineered by Jeremy McDonald and Christopher Andrew McDonald

Lyrics:
The system is breaking down
Wanted to sell those final shares 
But the devil's got 'em now
I called when I was halfway out of town
And I did the calculations, no one wins this one

I thought that this old house would fix itself
But it just sank a foot in the ground
And the bills went the other way
Hard times in the city, babe

It's harder than you think
Trying to parlay every deal
Be every missing link
Peter to pay Paul - that old routine
I had no reservations, just a nuisance to the world

I thought this noble work would save this town
But it just sends a chill through me now
Us frauds have hell to pay
Hard times in the city, babe

Too long, too long, too long
Baby I’m loaded - afraid as sin
Too long, too long, too long
To have this debate again
I mean it like a heart attack, baby

I thought that this old house would wear us out
But somehow we’re sticking around
Lost in this dark parade
Hard times in the city, babe

From the upcoming album 'A Life of Crime'
Due out via Whatever's Clever Records 11/1/2019
Preorder (LPs and digital) here: whateversclever.bandcamp.com/album/a-life-of-crime

Winston Cook-Wilson - keyboards, vocals
Ian Wayne - keyboards
Charlie Kaplan - bass
Pat Kelly - drums
with:
Alec Spiegelman - bass clarinet, saxophone, flute
Cole Kamen-Green - trumpet

Mixed and mastered by Christopher Andrew McDonald
Engineered by Jeremy McDonald and Christopher Andrew McDonald

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Broker me a deal
Cut me off a piece
I’ll move in shadows for you
If you let me

You could bury me a saint
Bury me a thief
But I’ll move a mountain for your love
If you’d let me

Everybody tries sometimes
But fools, friends and lovers they can’t read the lines
The blind following each other
To a drum beating out of time across the street
It could be something if you want it to be

Sometimes it burns right through you
But I move in shadows for your love
Like the truth didn’t hurt enough
Then I gotta try and fool you
I move in shadows for our love

Hold me a little closer
I topple in the breeze
But I’d move those clouds across the sun
If you’d let me see

Send in every form they sent
Swallow every fee
But I’d take a morning for the paper
If you’d let me be

Everybody tries sometimes
But we found some comfort in these leaner times
We loved them like a brother
To a drum beating out of time across the street
It could be something if you want it to be

CHORUS 

Send me on some path, honey I need it, you know
And some hard-earned cash or the reason that you had to go
You never noticed me but I told you before 
It’s clear like a drum or a knock at your door

CHORUS

I Move in Shadows

From the upcoming album 'A Life of Crime'
Due out via Whatever's Clever Records 11/1/2019
Preorder (LPs and digital) here: whateversclever.bandcamp.com/album/a-life-of-crime

Winston Cook-Wilson - keyboards, vocals
Ian Wayne - keyboards, backing vocals
Charlie Kaplan - bass
Pat Kelly - drums

Mixed and mastered by Christopher Andrew McDonald
Engineered by Jeremy McDonald and Christopher Andrew McDonald

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Look at me, I’m laughing
Squinting in the morning light
Stuck in someone’s else story
A phantom from a lonely night

Connor was tending bar and
My heart was running tape
But somewhere behind my mind
I’d made my getaway

They said it’d be a whiteout
That we wouldn’t see the ground for days
They sent all of the kids home
Locked ‘em in their rooms to play

But it was just a false flag
A phony piece of bait
A cheap thrill to fall asleep to
When I get in late

You wanna keep me guessing?
It ain’t that hard to tell
It feels fine not to know
When you’ll come back here and want me
Well, it took time but
It feels fine not to get it 
If feels fine not to know
When you’ll come back here and want me
Or say you won’t 
In the pale moonlight

It’s as far as I can throw you
Still it feels like trust this time
Once you reach the summit 
It’s easy to forget the climb

Remember how we got here?
Well, that’s an old debate
If you want me to buy that story
Set a better rate

Well, you can probably tell me
These aren’t affairs of state
But it feels fine not to know
When you’ll come back here and want me
Well, it took time 
But it feels fine not to get it 
If feels fine not to know
When you’ll come back here and want me
Or say you won’t 
In the pale moonlight

Our fathers play the jesters
Our mothers scrape their violins
We’re signing every paper
Strangers to the state we’re in

Saw us in a picture
From some weekend getaway
That day it came so easy
It could never stay

It seemed a strange vessel
A Ponzi scheme for two
It feels fine not to know
When you’ll come back here and want me
Well, it took time 
But it feels fine not to get it 
If feels fine not to know
When you’ll come back here and want me
Or say you won’t 
In the pale moonlight

Winston / Charlie / Ian / Pat

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