Dedicated to Zak Ruth; I love you, and may you rest in peace

Executive Produced by Ben Coffinberger, Alex Ioannidis, and Michael Kovarik
Recorded at Smelly Chair and Spark The Fire Studios
Written and Performed by Pinewood Derby
Mixed and Mastered by Agent Method Productions

Special thanks to Darrick Atwater, Frank Chase, Mackenzie Davis, Andrew Forestell, and David Stinnett

Ben Coffinberger: Drums, Guitar, and Bass
Alex Ioannidis: Bass, Guitar, and Synths
Michael Kovarik: Vocals and Guitar

Lyrics:

Time’s ticking by, I’m living in seclusion
Thinking things would change was just another delusion
I was watching gravity take its toll
Little did I know it would also steal your soul
You say let’s try again but this isn’t the first time
You’ve always got a habit of saying shit at the worst time
If I wanted to follow you off of that cliff
I would have realized it the first time we, the first time we met
 
They say the third time’s a charm
Well maybe I read you wrong, whoa
 
Now that it’s over I know I don’t know her
(Do you feel when you bite your tongue?)
Or owe her a damn thing, so much for hoping
(I’ve been fighting this feeling what seems like so long)
So much for hoping
(It feels like too long)
 
Moving right along and I’m done with your emotion
We’re drifting into nowhere like the tides of the ocean
I was watching gravity take its toll
Little did I know it would also steal your soul
It’s like your looking through the bars but this isn’t your first crime
So take a taste of your words, you’ve always got the worst lines
If I wanted to follow you off of that cliff
I would have realized it the first time we, the first time we kissed
 
They say the third time’s a charm
Well maybe I read you wrong, whoa
 
Now that it’s over I know I don’t know her
(Do you feel when you bite your tongue?)
Or owe her a damn thing, so much for hoping
(I’ve been fighting this feeling what seems like so long)
So much for hoping
(It feels like too long)
 
Now that it’s over I know I don’t know her
(Do you feel when you bite your tongue?)
Or owe her a damn thing, so much for hoping
(I’ve been fighting this feeling what seems like so long)
(It feels like too long)
So much for hoping
(It feels like too long)
So much for hoping

Gravity

Dedicated to Zak Ruth; I love you, and may you rest in peace

Executive Produced by Ben Coffinberger, Alex Ioannidis, and Michael Kovarik
Recorded at Smelly Chair and Spark The Fire Studios
Written and Performed by Pinewood Derby
Mixed and Mastered by Agent Method Productions

Special thanks to Darrick Atwater, Frank Chase, Mackenzie Davis, Andrew Forestell, and David Stinnett

Ben Coffinberger: Drums, Guitar, and Bass
Alex Ioannidis: Bass, Guitar, and Synths
Michael Kovarik: Vocals and Guitar

Lyrics:

Her conversation seemed scripted like a movie scene
She’s a punk-rock princess among all the drama queens
She’s got St. Mary around her neck and a flower in her hair
(Gave you all I had but you asked for more, now I’m the last one walking out that door)
She smelled like London but had style from Bel-Air
(Gave you all I had but you asked for more, now I’m the last one walking out that door)
 
Heart rates, exceeding legal limits
Leave your accent at home
Feelings spent the weekend, I provide the reason
But I can’t seem to stop letting them set the tone
Letting them set the tone
 
Broke with expensive tastes and she’ll throw you to the lions
Attached at the waist to the girl that cuts like diamonds
She’s the nail in my coffin but I’m a little jaded
(Gave you all I had but you asked for more, now I’m the last one walking out that door)
Overlooked and often underestimated
(Gave you all I had but you asked for more, now I’m the last one walking out that door)
 
Heart rates, exceeding legal limits
Leave your accent at home
Feelings spent the weekend, I provide the reason
But I can’t seem to stop letting them set the tone
 
Don’t let her tell you that she rises with the sun
She’s not the only, she’s not the only one
 
Heart rates, exceeding legal limits
Leave your accent at home
Feelings spent the weekend, I provide the reason
But I can’t seem to stop letting them set the tone

10 Girls In Georgetown

Dedicated to Zak Ruth; I love you, and may you rest in peace

Executive Produced by Ben Coffinberger, Alex Ioannidis, and Michael Kovarik
Recorded at Smelly Chair and Spark The Fire Studios
Written and Performed by Pinewood Derby
Mixed and Mastered by Agent Method Productions

Special thanks to Darrick Atwater, Frank Chase, Mackenzie Davis, Andrew Forestell, and David Stinnett

Ben Coffinberger: Drums, Guitar, and Bass
Alex Ioannidis: Bass, Guitar, and Synths
Michael Kovarik: Vocals and Guitar

Lyrics:

Green light
Playing hard to get, you’ve got that look in your eye
Street signs, they blur by
Leaving me to take all the wrong turns
 
And boys will be boys, you can’t take us lightly
Girls will be girls, you gotta treat ‘em nicely
But I’m raising my voice for the enemy
Never caught feelings until she got the best of me
 
How long will this go on?
I’m taking notes and counting names, playing games
Another double standard to hang your hat on
You stop fronting and I’ll start talking
Don’t start something unless you plan to follow through
Well you got what you wanted, didn’t you?
 
Well I tried
But sometimes the ends we seek, they don’t justify the fight
Tongue tied, we both lied
But seamlessly you take all the honors
 
And boys will be boys, we drink on the nightly
Girls will be girls, they love who you might be
But I’m raising my voice for this synergy
Never saw it coming but this is what was meant to be
 
How long will this go on?
I’m taking notes and counting names, playing games
Another double standard to hang your hat on
You stop fronting and I’ll start talking
Don’t start something unless you plan to follow through
Well you got what you wanted, didn’t you?
 
You know, every single time this shit happens I try to look at what went wrong and what I could have done differently but finally I realized it’s not me who needs to change, it’s you
 
How long will this go on?
I’m taking notes and counting names, playing games
Another double standard to hang your hat on
You stop fronting and I’ll start talking
Don’t start something unless you plan to follow through
Well you got what you wanted, didn’t you?

You Got What You Wanted, Didn't You?

Dedicated to Zak Ruth; I love you, and may you rest in peace

Executive Produced by Ben Coffinberger, Alex Ioannidis, and Michael Kovarik
Recorded at Smelly Chair and Spark The Fire Studios
Written and Performed by Pinewood Derby
Mixed and Mastered by Agent Method Productions

Special thanks to Darrick Atwater, Frank Chase, Mackenzie Davis, Andrew Forestell, and David Stinnett

Ben Coffinberger: Drums, Guitar, and Bass
Alex Ioannidis: Bass, Guitar, and Synths
Michael Kovarik: Vocals and Guitar

Lyrics:

I got all these little voices whispering to me as if they knew me
When life is filled with all these choices I stay on the fence but in my defense
Every time I think I got it, the courses that I planned and plotted
Up and change trajectories, and I'm left guessing what's best for me
 
(Burning out just like a cigarette)
Played by the standard but life played back
(God only knows why I’m not done yet)
Now I’m plagued by the answers that I can’t track
 
They never teach you the most important lessons
Cleverly rule by hiding the directions
 
Get up to this sound
Be strong, be loud
Figure it out
So long self-doubt
I won’t play into minding
I’d rather speak my mind yea
I don’t say the right things all the time
Johnny Cash, I’ll be brash, walk the line
 
(Turning down all of the safe bets)
Trade all the glamour for guts and glory
(Searching out this thing called happiness)
Why pay for the grander view when you can’t see
 
They never teach you the most important lessons
Cleverly rule by hiding the directions
 
Get up to this sound
Be strong, be loud
Figure it out
So long self-doubt
I won’t play into minding
I’d rather speak my mind yea
I don’t say the right things all the time
Johnny Cash, I’ll be brash, walk the line
 
It’s a long fall down from the high horse that they sit on
I’m gonna say this right if I do one thing before I’m gone
You can silence the message but the spirit will continue to live on
Like the cycle of sunlight, you can’t stop the rise at dawn
 
Get up to this sound
Be strong, be loud
Figure it out
So long self-doubt
I won’t play into minding
I’d rather speak my mind yea
I don’t say the right things all the time
Johnny Cash, I’ll be brash, walk the line

Arrow Of Light

- Written and performed by Pinewood Derby -
- Mixed and Mastered by Agent Method Productions -
- Artwork by David Stinnett - 

Bite Marks & Breakups

Finger On The Trigger (So Clichè)

Wake Up

Ben Coffinberger: Drums, Guitar, and Bass
Alex Ioannidis: Bass, Guitar, and Synths
Michael Kovarik: Vocals and Guitar

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