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Not Love

Slowdance

Proud to share with you the musical fruits of this labor of love, “Hit, Run.” It’s about doing all the hard shit—like making decisions and standing by your work—yourself, alone. Check out the lyric video and sing along with yr friends. Just like karaoke.

Lyric Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eheF1DbkgZc
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Hit, Run

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Happy Halloween!! I was working on another tune for my new EP (details coming soon!) when I plugged in a Roland Tr-8 drum machine and found this beat programmed, just super slow. I sped it up and recorded it, then left it untouched on my desktop for a while. I knew that as soon I opened myself up to it, the song would just walk right out of me fully formed. 

I remember just yelling along to the beat in my empty kitchen with the verse lyrics, and then rushing down to the basement to my looping pedal to work out the way the chord changes and bass line could layer on top of one another throughout the song and be static while still creating tension. I got some friends, Brian and Max from my favorite band, Carroll, together to produce and record it, and we went to the woods to finish it up. Adding layers to the initial drum loop really unlocked something vicious at the bridge, and when we arrived at recording guitar for it, I remember look at Max—a fantastic, sensitive and subtle guitar player—and telling him, “Play this part as though you have never played a guitar before, but you’re going to try and SHRED.” I think it worked. I hope you like it. 
- Justine

Photocomfort's new single "Rose Colored Glasses" out now
Download or stream it 🎃 http://smarturl.it/RoseColoredGlasses

YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=467Bj3F2V9Q
Spotify: http://smarturl.it/RCG_Spotify
iTunes: http://smarturl.it/RCG_iTunes
Amazon: http://smarturl.it/RCG_Amazon

Written by Justine Bowe.
Produced and recorded by Max Kulicke, Brian Hurlow and Justine Bowe. 
Keys, vocals and percussion: Justine Bowe. Guitar: Max Kulicke. Bass: Brian Hurlow. 
Mixed by Benny Grotto at Mad Oak Studios. 
Mastered by Ryan Schwabe.

Rose Colored Glasses

Photocomfort's new single off her upcoming Understudy EP (Date TBD)

Lyrics:
I’ve grown unaccustomed to my own life
It’s like stumbling through somebody else’s house in the night
Well I’ve tried everything on, but it’s all the wrong size
Just like fumbling with the keys of a car you don’t drive

So I decide to take the long way home
drive the hurt from my heart on the road 
comb my hair in mirror to feel composed
I’ll get there when I get there

I’ve grown unaccomplished in my own right
It’s like sleeping next to someone else’s spouse in the night
Well I’ve followed the maps and I’ve read all the signs
But it’s like going for a drive with no headlights
You’re as good as blind if you can’t see the lines

In the movie of my life, this part was more exciting
but in real life...
in the movie of my life
I swear I’m more exciting, but in real life
It just goes on and on…

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Long Way Home

Don’t go putting legs on everything 
that goes bump in the night
These woods are thick
and they don’t take kind to axes and saws, 
and things that bite

But sometimes 90 feels just just like 65
You better slow down real quick my friend 
before you go losing your mind

I feel the shape of your fear
over static on the phone
it feels like the shape of a broken heart
But we can’t let such fear
grip you, grab the wheel 
and go driving off in the dark
Could it be a gift that we see fire burning in
the same place all the rest just see sparks?

But sometimes 90 feels just just like 65
and you wouldn’t know the difference if it weren’t for the digits on the dial
Sometimes 90 feels just just like 65
but don’t worry about me, my friend
you know I’m along for the ride

~*~*~*~
By Justine Bowe

Legs (Lydia Knocks on the Door)

I remember the sound of my heels on the pavement
I was a real go-getter in my day
Well you can’t run away from the party, I’d say
It will it catch up, it’ll put you in your place

I do the daytime gig for the money
I do the nighttime gig to feel fine
But when you wait so long at the red
Well you’re bound to miss the green light

But if you’re gonna go there 
We might as well get there on time
If you’re gonna go there
We might as well get there on time

My money’s on the horse that don’t leave the gate
Since the future looks just like today
And if you come out changed, that’s the risk that you take
Since anyway, your deposit’s been paid

I’ll do the song and dance since you’re asking
But the real goes out to my friends
Cause my throat is sore
And my shoes are too worn
And it’s the only left in my head

And if you’re gonna go there 
We might as well get there on time
If you’re gonna go there
We might as well get there on time

I’m not asking your permission to make you mine

~*~*~*~
By Justine Bowe
Mix by Jonathan Low

On Time

Go on and take the trash out
Go on and calm your little spirit now
It’s 12 steps and the little things that keep up clean
A little clean and a little empty 

Baby, you’re a delicate machine
and i don’t know how to fix such a thing
but somewhere in this phone book maybe there’s somebody
someone who can handle such a machine

Or maybe you’re no delicate machine
Maybe I just need you to need fixing
Somewhere in this phonebook, you’ll find my listing
In search of a delicate machine
In search of a delicate machine

~*~*~*~
Music, lyrics, arrangement, production, vocals and keys by Justine Bowe
Mix by Jonathan Low
Additional engineering by Sam Vanderhoop Lee
Flute by Rachel Sumner
Upright bass by Jeni Magana

Delicate Machine

I would like to buy you a billboard in the sky
So that everyone learns your name

I just want for you to fly
And I want for everyone, everyone to love your face

But if we put you on this pedestal,
Who’s gonna shield you from the rain?
You were always too tall for my door frame
Just don’t let ‘em take more than you can give away, hey

I just want to shine for you
When there is no light

But you know me—I am like the sun
But all I see is moonlight, moonlight in your eyes

But if we put you on these chemicals
Who’s gonna take, gonna take you then?
And give you that good good kinda medicine
You know I would if I were a different man

~*~*~*~
Music, lyrics, arrangement, production, vocals and keys by Justine Bowe
Mix and guitars by Sam Vanderhoop Lee
Bass by Wayne Whittaker
Backing vocals by David DiAngelis

Billboard

You stopped your car at the red light, 
I step out into the headlights
I dance a dance in the road shine
You hold your tongue cause you don’t mind

I let it loose; you let it ride
You got screws loose behind your eyes
Some things will just not stay in place
But my OCD is raging…

I let it ride, You gotta let it ride
And if it hurts you cry, And if it hurts you cry

You’re blowing up, you bottle rocket, 
Taking off, but no one’s watching
Crash the party on a mission: Making fans up in the kitchen
Why don’t you scream if it hurts? Why don’t you fix what won’t work?
But you’re no cry baby cry baby cry baby cry

cry baby cry baby cry baby cry
You want a little more of what you want
A little more of what you want
A little more of what you want 

Let it ride, You gotta let it ride
And if it hurts you cry, And if it hurts you cry
Let it ride, You gotta let it ride
And if it hurts you cry, And if it hurts you cry

~*~*~*~
Music, lyrics, arrangement, production, vocals and keys by Justine Bowe
Additional production by Max Kulicke and Brian Hurlow
Mix by Sam Vanderhoop Lee
Drums and additional engineering by Con Davison
Bass by Wayne Whittaker
Guitars by Max Kulicke

Let It Ride

I see you smile 
across the room at the party
You must be joking 
since you’re talking with your hands

And it’s been a long one 
and I know that you’re tired
Buy you cannot leave a party
unless the house is on fire

If it doesn’t heal you, does it hurt? 
Being the life of the room 
when the room starts to burn

Sometimes I worry that you’ll break 
Your own back
Lifting another man’s burden
When you have yours to pack

So save some for me
Across the room at the party
Cause if it’s me driving, 
This is the party I’ll crash

If it doesn’t heal you, does it hurt? 
Being the life of the room 
when the room starts to burn

~*~*~*~
Music, lyrics, arrangement, production, vocals and keys by Justine Bowe
Mix and guitars by Sam Vanderhoop Lee
Bass by Wayne Whittaker
Drums and additional engineering by Con Davison
Backing Vocals by Anjimile Chithambo and Sam Moss

Party

Pink concrete and a marching band
All my friends walking hand in hand
Oh, I guess you’re leaving
But I see the path circle back again

So close to the sun...so close to the sun


The man who painted on the TV
Said there’s an artist inside of me
Said even I can paint the almighty
And from that mountain I could finally be

So close to the sun...so close to the sun

I turn you up on my stereo
Cause when it’s your voice, it’s always too low
It’s 5 pm and you’re not coming home
I let your love pour out the window

So close to the sun...so close to the sun


~*~*~*~
Music, lyrics, arrangement, production, vocals and keys by Justine Bowe
Featuring Cliff Notez
Bass by Wayne Whittaker
Mix by Sam Vanderhoop Lee

Close To The Sun (feat. Cliff Notez)

Art, why don’t you get up, off the couch?
The TV’s so loud
Get yourself out, out of the house
And out on the town
‘Cause there’s more, more to be found
But your blinds are halfway down

You can trim the roses and prune the hedges
You might rake the lawn
Drag the bags out to the curb, one at a time
A thousand times
And if that’s your idea of a good time, who am I? 
Who am I to say?

I might pay you rent, but you don’t own me
You might think that I am young but you don’t know me 
Yeah you own the house, but I still live here, and I love here too


I might pay you rent, but you don’t own me
You might think that I am young but you don’t know me 
Yeah you own the house, but I still live here, and I love you too, I do

La, la da dee dah…

But who am I to say?

~*~*~*~
Music, lyrics, arrangement, production, vocals and keys by Justine Bowe
Mix and guitars by Sam Vanderhoop Lee
Bass by Wayne Whittaker
Backing vocals by David DiAngelis

Landlord

Roll away from me now
Roll away and close your eyes
There will be a time to talk
But it will not be tonight

I used to want to take your pain from you
Now I wonder what that’d do
Cause at the end of the day, 
I can’t carry that for you

So go on and do your own thing, baby, 
I want you to

Roll you roll you roll, 
And you roll you roll 
And you roll you roll 	
Right out of my life, right out of my life

Ain’t you exhausted of it?
Being this kind, collected man?
Waste your whole day dressing up
Just to blend in

I would cut the man who cut you cut you
If he even tried to touch you
I’ll take him on

But I can’t right your wrongs, 
I’m not your lover, not your dog, 
You can’t just send me into the fight; 
I’m not that strong

I used to want to take your pain from you
Now I wonder what that’d do
Cause at the end of the day, I can't — I can't carry you

~*~*~*~
Music, lyrics, arrangement, production, vocals and keys by Justine Bowe
Mix, additional production, guitar by Sam Vanderhoop Lee
Bass by Wayne Whittaker
Violin by Sam Moss

Roll

Hollywood never gave a damn
So you took it down to Nashville	
But nashville only shook her head
Should your dream turn its back on you, what then?

I can see that you’re special, baby
I believe that you’re gonna be a star

God, I love my telephone
Oh, I love to hear it ring
I guess New York may never call
But I love you voice through that machine

I can see that you’re special, baby
I believe that you’re gonna be a star
I can feel your potential, baby
Gonna be a big star in my heart, is that enough?

You can get anywhere if you got time, come on
Walk with me to China, walk with me to China
While we’re waiting for your record to gold
You could walk with me to China, all the way to China
All it takes to fade into the next life
Is a little time, a little time

I could see you were special, baby
I believed you were gonna be a star
I could feel your potential, baby
Always a big star in my heart, is that enough?


~*~*~*~
Music, lyrics, arrangement, production, vocals and keys by Justine Bowe
Additional production by Max Kulicke and Brian Hurlow
Mix by Sam Vanderhoop Lee
Drums and additional engineering by Con Davison
Bass by Wayne Whittaker
Guitars by Max Kulicke

Big Star

New Single • Rose Colored Glasses • Out Now
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