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Rise Up

Indie rock song for my dad who passed away a few years ago, touching on the topics of forgiveness and reconciliation.

Seventeen

Prayer to the self.wav

I guess it's time to change up this room
After all my love just told me she's leaving soon
Paint the ceiling, patch the wall's and fix the door
Change the curtains, change the rug out on the floor

Sweep up my broken dream and throw them in the trash
Change the colors in the room, don't let anything match
Like before, I'm starting all over again
Holding pieces of my broken heart in my hand

This Room, has seen a lot of love
This Room, was comforting when times were really tough
This Room, was just enough for two
This Room, reminds me, of you

I guess it's time to change up this room
Find another love, man I hope it happens soon
Can't stand the quiet, this air is hard to breath
Gotta get out of here, walk the streets and feel a breeze

The toughest times begin when your alone
They settle in and make your heart their home
A battle fought by many, day to day
It's never easy, it's never quick to go away

This Room, has seen a lot of love
This Room, was comforting when times got really tough
This Room, was just enough for two
This Room, reminds me, of you

This Room, Reminds Me, of You

SONG NOTES
Michael Carlone – vocals, guitar 
Lou Di Falco – keyboards, bass, electronic horns, electronic drums, production, mixing, mastering


This Room

Just a cardboard box, way in the back of an old closet shelf
full of photographs and memories from a long-time ago.
Like being reacquainted with a long-lost friend and catching up all night,
telling stories in black and white.

I knew a girl back then, we would just pretend there was nothing between us.
I don't know if she really knew how crazy I was about her.
She could smile and say so many things, talking only with her eyes.
Like a movie, in black and white.

When lovers fade, memories still remain.
When it's too late, it's not always black and white.

Well I never found the words to say a proper good-bye.
We drifted apart and somehow went our own separate ways.
Buried beneath the years on a folded page was a letter never sent.
it was a love song...in black and white.

Black and White

singin and playin on my acoustic, freestyle off the rip just jammin out about a something something.....

Green Eyes

Andrew L - Songwriting-Music, Guitars, Bass, Keys, Percussion, Mix
Steve G - Songwriting-Lyrics & Melody, Vocals
Daniele S - Songwriting-Drums

Holding Your Ghost

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