My Saints Day

first track and model in DAW
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Remix of our track "Some Kind Of Return".
The original can be listened to here:
https://soundcloud.com/cat-came-back/some-kind-of-return

Oh, to find the answer to it 
Some way to make the pieces fit 
Clear space and freedom 
Clear space, enough to think 
Why does the girl not take control 
Is there any answer to it 
Why does the girl not take control 
Is there any answer 

I had a feeling that you’d been lost 
You took some time to return 
And in the place that you’d been gone 
Was there any answer there 

You took it to the mountains 
Took it to the ocean 
And you flung it on the breeze 
Why does the girl not take control 
She found the one 
That she’d looked long for 
Made the pieces fit 
Gave the answer yes 
She’d never even dared to dream he could exist 
And when she found herself at his door 
She gave away the rest.

Some Kind Of Return (Clear Space Mix)

Subsequence

Living For Love Dying Without

Dark Black Coal

Canals Of My Mind

Out The Mud

Uncanny

Oh, hey... oh, hey now...

My daddy's daddy wore the same worn boots
Walked the same hard ground, pulled the same dead roots
And I'm walking in their footsteps, can't outrun the sun
I'm a son of a son of a son! 

Oh, hey, oh, hey now

My grandfather's anger lives inside my chest
His father's restless sorrow won't let me rest
We're passing down the burden like a loaded gun
I'm a son of a son of a son

Oh, hey, we all are!

We're stuck in a bloodline reprisal
We all strike the match and call it our survival
Breaking curses with our own hands' arrival
Burn the inheritance, rewrite the Bible!

I found my father's letters in a rusted tin
Read his father's words about the shape he's in
Same pain, different age, under the same burnin' sun
We're all sons of a son of a son

Oh, hey, oh, hey now

We're drinking from the well that made our fathers sick
Loving with the fists they used to throw and kick
But somewhere in this bloodline, something's got to give
We can't just die the way our grandfathers lived

Oh, hey, we've got to live!

We're stuck in a bloodline reprisal
We all light a fire, make it archetypal
For the ghosts and their damn denial
Wash me in the truth till I feel the tidal!

My brother's got the same broken promises I keep
My cousin's got the rage that won't let him sleep
We're scattered cross the country but we're cut from the same cloth
Tryin' to wash out the stain our grandfathers never got off

I met a man who said, "Boy, you look just like your kin"
I said, "I know, sir, that's the fight I'm in"
But I'm learning I can love where they could only run
I'm a son of a son of a son

We're stuck in a bloodline reprisal
Someone tell the old men it's about survival
For the sake of our sons and our sons' rivals
We're breaking the cycle, call it generational revival!

We're stuck in a bloodline reprisal
Someone sing it loud, make it our arrival
For the hurt and the long denial
Lay me down in a field of hope and let the healing go viral

Gather close now, feel the weight
We're the ones who change the fate
I'm a son of a son of a son
I'm a son of a son of a son
I'm a son of a son of a son

Son Of A Son

I always like when Tom dials in his "mean" tone, so I created this attitude-packed jam track for us to rip over. I kick it off, Tom joins in around the 1 minute mark, I briefly take over the reins at about the 2 minute mark, and Tom snatches them back at around the 2:30 mark. If you haven't already hear all of Tom's stuff (find that hard to believe, but hey...)it's all right here... https://soundcloud.com/user-342548892

Mean(Collab with Tom Adams)

Make It Make Sense!
You get what you put in…
https://soundcloud.com/louosiavo
https://soundcloud.com/lou-osiavo
https://soundcloud.com/lou-osiavo-15

Subsequence

Lou Osiavo