Recorded March 2015 @ GCR Audio -- Buffalo, NY
Produced by Super American & Jay Zubricky
Engineered by Jay Zubricky
Mastered by Jesse Cannon @ Cannon Found Soundation -- New York, NY

I'm just dead weight. A car ride wasn't what you wanted, was it, Hun? I was dead space the day I studied politics but you kept hangin' around. Based on genealogy, I'm starring at a clump of trees but the daughter of a businessman stripped me of my innocence. There's a problem with my body and you're crying on the phone, thinking you would be alone. Islands can be distant but stars favor distance and I want to burn out with you. I'll always remember, for worse or for better, that I'll cut the catch by the two's. You know what'd make me better? Saying, "Hey Becks, nice sweater" and singing Ben E. King for you. Stare into the polaroids I'll never make the background of and realize I'd still die for you. Why won't you call your boy? You've got unfinished business to hold.

Nevermind

Recorded March 2015 @ GCR Audio -- Buffalo, NY
Produced by Super American & Jay Zubricky
Engineered by Jay Zubricky
Mastered by Jesse Cannon @ Cannon Found Soundation -- New York, NY

I keep my eyes closed, dusty, and cold. I've got once last chance to make their heads roll. I'm bright being alone because there's no sense in clinging to a gutter ball. There's less light sneaking through the windows. I want one more to giggle and sway while I'm using a banana as a telephone. I'll just bleed out, ignore the pain. My brain was just not the same. I'm uptight, sneaking through the weekend. And they say green trees never bleed? Plant my garden face. I was locked up, shabby, and low. Hey thanks, Chris, you never let me feel alone. Mapped out, can't speed up so back to the point about a gutter ball. I'm uptight, sneaking through the back pain. Plant my garden face where she stopped giving a shit about the things I did alone, my state of mind, my mental health. Avoid the moment that love was born in and burn me away.

Garden Face

Recorded August-October 2015 @ GCR Audio -- Buffalo, NY
Engineered by Jay Zubricky
Produced by Super American & Jay Zubricky
Mastered by Jesse Cannon @ Cannon Found Soundation -- New York, NY

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LYRICS
I kind of care about you and your love for a headband but you would rather roll out the rest on your own. Remember when you learned how to dance on your own terms? Blonde hair going back and forth to Domino.

My biggest fear isn't knowing what my brain is for.

I don't care about science that hasn't been proven. I kind of think that stars are alright on their own but I don't want to live a life that's attached to a timeline because, man, it takes like years and years to master that shit.

My biggest fear isn't knowing what my brain is for and have to explain it through a metaphor. I'm not what you think, not a sinner with a wink. I'm basically on top of the, basically on top of the world.

Hey, it's okay -- we were meant to burn out anyway, just not through flames that can't be tamed. So why can't I say hi? A student of medicine stubbornly losing out on top of the world.

I've got a little dust left over. I'm sweeping life away the best that I can. I've got a little dust left over. I'm sweeping it away on top of the world.

On Top of the World

Recorded August-October 2015 @ GCR Audio -- Buffalo, NY
Engineered by Jay Zubricky
Produced by Super American & Jay Zubricky
Mastered by Jesse Cannon @ Cannon Found Soundation -- New York, NY

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LYRICS
They say I've got your face. I saw it on a page, it's titled, "Two Get Thirty Years For Robbing Banks in S.C.". But now, why'd you have to run out on your daughter and your son? You left them out like roses for the crows.

This isn't hate, it's just too late. It's a guy robbing everything but a name. Day and night, fight of your life. This is Charles Cheatham being pulled without a say. No sunshine on the inside, just a couple fellas that say that they don't remember him.

MLK Day 2000 -- Dawn is at your deathbed. You're thinking about everything you did, one more time and finally said, "Just pull the shit. You'll get over it".

What she did was right. Jimmy's just a boy, a baker in the making. Its leading me to say...

Charles Cheatham

Recorded August-October 2015 @ GCR Audio -- Buffalo, NY
Engineered by Jay Zubricky
Produced by Super American & Jay Zubricky
Mastered by Jesse Cannon @ Cannon Found Soundation -- New York, NY

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LYRICS
You sat me down to say we're basically the same but you can't be sad when your Dad breeds dogs in the North with your Mom in the summertime -- hey, hey, hey. You couldn't stand the taste of Colorado rain so you said so what and you got New York and you found yourself in a better way.

Maybe I can find disguise in hopes that you may realize that I've been hangin' out, walking a plank. You're stuck in my airway.

I know you've had your run, at least ten miles plus. An olympian with a heart of gold and the hair to match it otherwise. An inner-city touch, a little taste of blood because the one's at heart are the champions -- the one's you don't have to organize.

You're stuck in my airway.

Hey Christine, run like the wind and go shake the leaves. Hey Christine, what you gonna do, what you gonna do?

Airway

Recorded August-October 2015 @ GCR Audio -- Buffalo, NY
Engineered by Jay Zubricky
Produced by Super American & Jay Zubricky
Mastered by Jesse Cannon @ Cannon Found Soundation -- New York, NY

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LYRICS
Well, I must admit. I'm not much of a writer. I'm just stuck on an island picking my nose through the days and the weeks where I ask, "When does love become a hate, why can't I communicate?". Oh my god.

Hey, you're not perfect. You're just learning. Put your head through the wall on your own. I know it's so confusing but you can't ride the bull all alone.

Feels like leather to the touch, tastes like seaweed on the tongue, sounds like traffic in the rain -- need of fresh air. Never really got a shot, never really heard me out. Not a liar when I say, "God, I miss you but your love to hate will catch right up with you".

Your love to hate will catch right up with you. With you, I never learned to hate. Your love to hate will eat you up. Just eat it up, just eat it up.

Super American

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