Tyler Nicolo: Mixing/Mastering
Alex Calabrese: Music, Lyrics, Production, Guitar, Vocals, Keys, Bass, Ukulele, Percussion
Cecilia Vacanti: Music, Violin, Vocals
Jacob McCurdy: Music, Production, Vocals, Guitar, Percussion
Michael Sanford Day: Banjo
Connor Storms: Guitar, Vocals 
Adam Monaco: Mandolin

Just for Beasts

Alive

Produced by Joe Dunn
Written by Alex Calabrese

Lyrics:
Bundled up like January weather
But I’m writing it in June
Billy says that I’m still in love with Heather
And I’ve been missing him since
July of ‘98, man if you could where I’ve been lately now
Where I’ve been lately now

Ooo
I’ve been dreaming lately
Ooo
I’ve been dreaming lately

I hope I can something sort of edgy 
Like a biker or a chef
Someone who knows exactly where the line is
And then boldly overstep
With the kind of confidence that I dream of faking someday soon

Ooo
I’ve been dreaming lately
Ooo
I’ve been dreaming lately

Of the hours be traffic like a parking lot
Thought it ought to move in waves
But it appears that it does not

Passing the World’s Fair on the left hand side
I know it’s better late than never, at least we’ll see it in July

Ooo
I’ve been dreaming lately
Ooo
I’ve been dreaming lately

Of the hours be traffic like a parking lot
I thought we’d get to you in time
But it appears that we did not

Passing the World’s Fair on the left hand side
I know it’s better late than never, at least we’ll see it in July

World's Fair

Written by Alex Calabrese
Produced by Joe Dunn
Strings by Cecelia Vacanti

Bird Song

Produced by Joe Dunn
Written by Alex Calabrese

Northeastern

Papers

Damnation

Teeth

Patterns

Produced by Joe Dunn
Written by Alex Calabrese and Anna VanValkenburgh

Coyotes

Deaf (Last Five Years II)

Produced by Joe Dunn
Written by Alex Calabrese and Madeline Finn
Featuring: Madeline Finn

Side Door

Produced by Joe Dunn
Written by Alex Calabrese and Jessye DeSilva
Featuring: Jessye DeSilva

Your Town

1981

Felt the trickle come to waterfall
In a monologue grown 10 feet tall
Lay the pressure drive through the shell
Left me anxious in a seasoned hell
Felt my eyes roll back to the center of my skull
Where my brain called out for a year in full

To thoughts that swell and trickle out
In the form of adjectives and nouns
Fill a lifejacket that’s sure to drown
‘Neath the crushing weight and the constant sound
Felt my eyes roll back to the center of my skull
Where my brain called out for a year in full
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Music/Lyrics/Production: Alex Calabrese
Production/Mix/Master: Sean Bonney-Burrill
Production/Mix: Jacob McCurdy
Production: Zach Khanlian
Music/String Arrangement: Cecelia Vacanti

Vocals/Guitar/Percussion: Alex Calabrese
Violin: Cecelia Vacanti
Bass: Zach Khanlian

Year In Full Pt. II

If I tried hard enough I could be brave
Cross the street with my head up
Think of the time that I could save
Wearing holes into my pockets like a kid
I'm nervous like an engine about to blow its lid

Damn I wonder how I could be so fearless
I wonder how I could be enough

Grafton rabbits don’t give a shit just where you came from
They’ve been woven to the earth so long before you’d come
And they’re not afraid to hold your gaze while you stumble on their turf
And they’ve got a way of looking without questioning your worth

Damn I wonder how I could be so fearless
I wonder how I could be enough

Goddamn I wonder
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Music/Lyrics/Production: Alex Calabrese
Production/Mix/Master: Sean Bonney-Burrill
Production/Mix: Jacob McCurdy
Music/String Arrangement: Cecelia Vacanti

Vocals/Guitar/Percussion: Alex Calabrese
Vocals: Jacob McCurdy
Viola: Cecelia Vacanti
Celeste: Sean Bonney-Burrill

Grafton Rabbits

I still have your picture
So close
I can almost hear you calling me
For shouting too loud

And I’ll see you in the kitchen
Where the windows face the street
And I don’t recall a fire escape
In the New York City heat

And you can smell the good intentions
Of August here in Queens
And I’m taking up the mantle now
Of bursting at the seams

Maybe i’m just dreaming
Maybe it’s the heat
But I’ll tend to it with idle hands
And maybe I’ll repeat

Is this just in my head
Cause I’m stuck on what I’d be
If I never left that kitchen
Would you still be here with me

I still have your picture
So close
I can almost hear you calling me
For crying out too loud
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Music/Lyrics/Production: Alex Calabrese
Music/Lyrics/Production/Mix: Jacob McCurdy
Production/Mix/Master: Sean Bonney-Burrill
Music/String Arrangement: Cecelia Vacanti

Vocals/Guitar/Percussion: Alex Calabrese
Violin: Cecelia Vacanti
Vocals: Jacob McCurdy
Celeste: Sean Bonney-Burrill

Old Jeans

Ready or not, well it’s time to choose
Just a stumbling fool with nothing to loose
Well I’m drunk as hell, and my hands are cold
And I slipped and fell, and I broke the mold

It was by accident that I learned to care
Well I was an accident, nothing too fair
It was by accident that I learned to care
Well I’m just an accident, nothing too fair

My time is up
Just a pile of snow, with the door closed shut
Well I could stumble home, or I could just stay here
But my legs are tired and they’re full of beer

It was by accident that I learned to care
Well I was an accident, nothing too fair
It was by accident that I learned to care
Well I’m just an accident, nothing too fair

Well I called my Mamma on the telephone
Told her I won't make it home
She said "Goddamn boy, how far you've fallen
Don't going 80 feel like 20 when you're destined for the wall?"

Well I'm two left feet, not worth spare change
Well I don't feel worth it at any age

It was by accident that I learned to care
Well I’m just an accident, nothing too fair
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Music/Lyrics/Production: Alex Calabrese
Music/Lyrics/Production/Mix: Jacob McCurdy
Production/Mix/Master: Sean Bonney-Burrill
Music/String Arrangements: Cecelia Vacanti

Vocals/Guitar/Percussion: Alex Calabrese
Violin: Cecelia Vacanti
Slide Guitar: Jacob McCurdy
Horns: Sean Bonney-Burrill

Accident

I guess that I could sleep like this
Under the overpass
Down past the old train tracks
I guess I could sleep like this

Dirty cigarette wrappers and drained shooters
Dished off narrow shoulders, what’s left of old-time rumors
Down in the bog, down past the clovers
I guess that I could sleep like this

Just off the highway, down the slope
Resting beneath and void of hope
I guess I could sleep like this

Must’ve been lucky, found in that field of clovers
Sunk down in the old bog far past the shoulders
All heads-up coins and good fortune aside
I guess that I could sleep like this

Belly to the earth
Where birth and destruction collide
Turned out pockets
Still hands and rolled back eyes
Drowned in the wishing well
To leave it all behind

Dirty cigarette wrappers and drained shooters
Dished off narrow shoulders, what’s left of old-time rumors
Drowned in the bog down past the clovers
I wish that I could sleep like this
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Music/Lyrics/Production: Alex Calabrese
Production/Mix/Master: Sean Bonney-Burrill
Production/Mix: Jacob McCurdy
Music/String Arrangement: Cecelia Vacanti

Vocals/Guitar/Percussion: Alex Calabrese
Violin: Cecelia Vacanti
Celeste: Sean Bonney-Burrill

Heads up Coin

Jesus Christ, I’ve been here too long
Waiting for truth, not waiting on you
I’ve got patience, but my hope has been so goddamn latent
I forgot why I was up here waiting, catching splinters while you chat with Satan

I’ve gotten used to the headaches
Wasting time believing
In blood and demons

Jesus Christ, I’m not much for reading
But I’m searching for proof, that I'm not such a bloody heathen
Your teachers damned me for up and leaving, not taking in the smoke you’re breathing

I’ve gotten used to the headaches
Wasting time believing
In blood and demons
But I'm all caught up
I'm all caught up

I’ve gotten used to the headaches
Wasting time believing
In blood and demons
I've got all the reasons
We're not that holy after all
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Music/Lyrics/Production: Alex Calabrese
Production/Mix/Master: Sean Bonney-Burrill
Production/Mix: Jacob McCurdy
Music/String Arrangement: Cecelia Vacanti

Vocals/Guitar: Alex Calabrese
Violin: Cecelia Vacanti

Headaches

Bent hard from the blunt force trauma of tired words
Long bereft of commas and concussed
As they land in fistfuls to our guts
Knocked the wind right out
Felt my eyes roll back to the center of my skull
Where my brain called out for a year in full

Exhausted from the wrestle and tear
Of the discord and the hammering air
It’s a lesson for the thrash impaired
Swearing elbows and running scared
Felt my eyes roll back to the center of my skull
Where my brain called out for a year in full
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Music/Lyrics/Production: Alex Calabrese
Production/Mix/Master: Sean Bonney-Burrill
Production/Mix: Jacob McCurdy
Production: Zach Khanlian
Music/String Arrangement: Cecelia Vacanti

Vocals/Guitar/Percussion: Alex Calabrese
Violin: Cecelia Vacanti
Bass: Zach Khanlian

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