Roses (THE CHAINSMOKERS Cover)

Written by Andrew Taggart & Elizabeth Mencel
©2015 Courtesy of Disrupter Records/Columbia Records

Produced by the Satsuma Collective

Elif Anda & Aliza - Vocals
Nat Jenkins - Keys, Synth Bass, Bass, Organ, Perc, Vocals
James Copti - Bass, Synth Bass, Piano Sounds, Vocals
David Turk - Violin, Guitar, Vocals
Constantine Loucopoulos & Nick Saia - Alto Sax
Riley Saeger - Tenor Sax

Mixed by David Turk
Mastered by Nat Jenkins

Roses (THE CHAINSMOKERS Cover)

Written by Corey Ross, James Copti, & Nat Jenkins

Produced by Nat Jenkins
Executive Produced by David Turk, Corey Ross, & James Copti

Mixed by David Turk
Mastered by Nat Jenkins

Engineered by David Turk
Additional Engineering by Nat Jenkins

Piano, keyboards, bass, synth bass, electric guitar, drum production, vocal production - Nat Jenkins

Guitar solo - Mike Boyson

Lyrics:
In and out and out she goes
She said she’s lookin’ for a come up
To be the woman that she’s meant to be
She needs a change of scenery

I do miss her, I can’t lie
Why does the city seem empty at night?
Said she left a one bedroom in Bed-Stuy
For a red-eye flight across the sky

Palm trees and vanity
You wanna chase your dreams that’s fine with me
But life’s not rooted in fantasy
And I’m not sure there’s space for me

Hope your happy with the view while you’re dreamin’ of a life in the hills
Plastic dolls, manicured yards, livin’ high in the hills
Art collection, what’s your selection? Livin’ high in the hills
Champagne showers, twerkin’ for a dollar livin’ high in the hills

Yeah she’s dreamin’ of a life in the hills.
Life in the hills, life
Life in the hills, life
Oh she’s dreamin’ of a life in the hills

I’m afraid she’ll lose her way
and someone else will help her find it
Girl, age can make us so naive
When you’ve got nothin’ there’s no losing

Either compromise or risk it all
Or maybe girl it’s just deception
I want you here in my arms
But I know nothin’ lasts forever

Palm trees and vanity
You wanna chase your dreams that’s fine with me
But life’s not rooted in fantasy
And I’m not sure there’s space for me

Hope your happy with the view while you’re dreamin’ of a life in the hills
Plastic dolls, manicured yards, livin’ high in the hills
Art collection, what’s your selection? Livin’ high in the hills
Champagne showers, twerkin’ for a dollar livin’ high in the hills

Yeah she’s dreamin’ of a life in the hills.
Life in the hills, life
Life in the hills, life
Oh she’s dreamin’ of a life in the hills

Hollywood sign in the Hollywood hills
Where’s the fun in a temporary fill?
When you can gain the world and lose your soul
Is it worth the risk to lose control
For a life in the hills?
Gettin’ high on the superficial thought of the hills

Hope your happy with the view while you’re dreamin’ of a life in the hills
Plastic dolls, manicured yards, livin’ high in the hills
Art collection, what’s your selection? Livin’ high in the hills
Champagne showers, twerkin’ for a dollar livin’ high in the hills

Yeah she’s dreamin’ of a life in the hills.
Life in the hills, life
Life in the hills, life
Oh she’s dreamin’ of a life in the hills

Life in the Hills (feat. Mike Boyson) - Single

Life in the Hills (feat. Mike Boyson)

Corey Ross - Life In The Hills (feat. Mike Boyson)

Written by Corey Ross, Nat Jenkins

Produced by Nat Jenkins
Executive Produced by David Turk and Corey Ross

Mixed by David Turk
Mastered by Nat Jenkins

Engineered by David Turk
Additional Engineering by Nat Jenkins

Vocals - Corey Ross
Piano, Fender Rhodes, Wurlitzer, synths, bass, synth bass, acoustic guitar, 12-string acoustic guitar, electric guitar, drums, drum programming, vocal production - Nat Jenkins

Lyrics:
I hate all this sneaking this love in the dark 
Got me looking ‘round corners, fear I’m gon’ get caught 
On the run babe, the scene plays, it rings in my ear 
I feel karma gon’ get us, girl, if we don’t chill 

But it’s too late, I can’t wait to touch on your skin 
Meet me down by the lake house at quarter past ten 
Cut my open, dive deep into your shores 
Give me just a little taste, leave me wanting more 

But it’s a mystery
Why you’re even here with me
If he makes you so happy?
Baby

Rearrange and try to hide
All the ways you feel inside

But don’t we deserve something more than just
Love on the weekend?
But I know it’s temporary 
And I see past all of your secrets 
But I feel my heart is ready

Stronger than pride as I lie by your side 
Tell me straight up you don’t feel how I feel right now 
It may hurt, babe, to tear away the house that we made 
Built of cards on a slope, but we’ll find a way

But it’s a mystery
Why you’re even here with me
If he makes you so happy?
Baby

Rearrange and try to hide
All the ways you feel inside

But don’t we deserve something more than just
Love on the weekend?
But I know it’s temporary 
And I see past all of your secrets 
But I feel my heart is ready
Oh, I’m ready baby

Why disguise and hide behind lies?
Cuz real eyes reveal what’s inside

Why deny what makes you feel alive?
So let go, put your pride aside

Why are you holding back?
Fiction don’t fade the fact
We can’t outrun on the ghost they still haunt us 

Here in this burning room 
I wanna lie with you girl

But don’t we deserve something more than just
Love on the weekend?
But I know it’s temporary 
And I see past all of your secrets 
But I feel my heart is ready

She calls me for
Love on the weekend
Oh, the weekend

She calls me for
Love on the weekend
The weekend
The weekend, baby

Love on the Weekend - Single

Love on the Weekend

Corey Ross - Love On The Weekend

Written by Corey Ross, Nat Jenkins

Produced by Nat Jenkins 
Executive Produced by David Turk and Corey Ross

Mixed by David Turk
 Mastered by Nat Jenkins

Engineered by David Turk 
Additional Engineering by Nat Jenkins

Recorded in bedrooms, basements, and EastSide Sound NYC

Vocals - Corey Ross 
Fender Rhodes, synths, bass, synth bass, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, drums, drum programming, vocal production, string arrangement - Nat Jenkins 
Strings - David Turk

Lyrics: 
Her big brown eyes outshine the sky 
Her tears are why, why doves cry 
But her words hurt just like dynamite
 Like when she said, she said goodbye

She broke my heart and said that it was tragic
 I think I love her now I see in Technicolor 
Speed, speed racer liquor no chaser
 She’s my piece out of the Americana

For you baby I would gladly give my life 
For you baby love is stronger than my pride
For the Americana

I built my castles in your skies 
My hopes and dreams were fortified 
But I never learn till it’s too late
 I should have known when you showed me your face

She broke my heart and said that it was tragic 
I think I love her now I see in Technicolor 
Speed, speed racer liquor no chaser 
She’s my piece out of the Americana

For you baby I would gladly give my life
 For you baby love is stronger than my pride
For the Americana

Forgive her though she knows what do 
Cuz we all fall short and I have too
 But baby what goes up it must come down 
It’s the universal law of man

For you baby I would gladly give my life 
For you baby love is stronger than my pride
For the Americana

Cuz you are my piece
 My sweet piece

Americana - Single

Americana

Corey Ross - Americana

Written by Abigail Christian & Nathaniel Jenkins

Produced by Nat Jenkins
Executive Produced by David Turk and Abby Christian

Mixed by David Turk
Mastered by Nat Jenkins

Engineered by David Turk
Additional engineering by Nat Jenkins

Vocals - Abby
Acoustic guitar, piano, bass, string arrangement, and vocal production - Nat Jenkins
Violin - Hanna Choi
Viola - Joanna Harris
Cello - Lucas Saur

Recorded at Mercy Sound NYC, Big Orange Sheep, bedrooms, and basements

NEON

Nola

Abby Helms - Nola

Written by Abigail Christian & Nathaniel Jenkins

Produced by Nat Jenkins
Executive Produced by David Turk and Abby Christian

Mixed by David Turk
Mastered by Nat Jenkins

Engineered by David Turk
Additional engineering by Nat Jenkins

Vocals - Abby
Drums, programming, bass, electric guitars, piano, keyboards, organ, synthesizers, string arrangement, background vocals, and vocal production - Nat Jenkins

Recorded at Mercy Sound NYC, PLUSHnyc, Atlantic Sound Studios, bedrooms, and basements

Passive Heart

Abby Helms - Passive Heart

Written by Abigail Christian, Nathaniel Jenkins, Corey Ross & David Turk

Produced by Nat Jenkins
Executive Produced by David Turk and Abby Christian

Mixed by David Turk
Mastered by Nat Jenkins

Engineered by David Turk
Additional engineering by Nat Jenkins

Vocals - Abby
Drums, programming, bass, electric guitars, piano, keyboards, synthesizers, and vocal production - Nat Jenkins

Recorded at Mercy Sound NYC, bedrooms, and basements

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Abby Helms - City Night

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