performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

omran shafique: guitar

jon beal: keyboards | voice

dennis harvey: drums

composition/production:

jon beal: composition

jason harvey: composition

omran shafique: composition

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

michael ambro: guitar

paul ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards | voice

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

paul ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition

dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments

composition/production:

dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

michael ambro: guitar

paul ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

paul ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition

dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording

watch yourself drowning yourself
watch you leave
maybe you'll stop
watch your feet
slipping on the balustrade
as you grin
sliding down the wall you will
sliding down the wall you will

one surprise then the other
takes you away
should you feel a body next to you
don't last long
see me at the wall you will
see me at the wall you will

make you a simple and reticent heart
try on the armor while it falls apart
pick up the pieces and label it art

watch yourself drowning yourself
watch you breathe
maybe you'll stop
watch your hands beating at the waves
you wave back at him
capitan

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | mastering | mixing | production | recording

i wake up at 10:00
and come home tired and hungry
around noon
did you think i wouldn't give a fuck
about the sideways jabs at my career
no i don't think so
i don't think so
don't think so

vine vide vice
look it's a job
and do i need a constant reminder
of how much better you are
no i don't think so
i don't think so
don't think so

i feel sick as a pike
i feel sick as hell
don't touch me there
oh god not again
no i don't need your help
please just pretend i'm not here
go about your business
i feel fine
i feel fine
i feel fine

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | mastering | mixing | production | recording

make you a simple and reticent heart
try on the armor while it falls apart
pick up the pieces and label it art
swimming and drowning and drifting afloat
drop all your baggage and jump in the boat
sail off in search of a new antidote
finally find it the air fills with smoke
turn around crying you gasp and you choke
facing the face of the heart that you broke
wake up one morning a lump in your throat
write down a love song then hate what you wrote
falling apart as you hit every note
decide to shut down your reticent heart
make all the moves to start falling apart
but instead at the last minute choose to restart

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | mastering | mixing | production | recording

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

michael ambro: guitar

paul ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

paul ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition

dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

omran shafique: guitar

jon beal: keyboards | voice

dennis harvey: drums

composition/production:

jon beal: composition | lyrics | mixing | production | recording

jason harvey: composition | mixing | production | recording

omran shafique: composition | mixing | production | recording

dennis harvey: mixing | production | recording

extra composition/production:

harry o'hanian: production

i see you across the bar
sipping ginger and jack
contemplating the bartender
buff butch and black
in a stupor i stumble up
like i'm on crack
and you smile
and i freeze

now i am caught
with my tongue on permanent display
while my head scrambles
for something witty to say
but i can't think of shit

i see you later
two weeks after i drop the ball
we say hi
say goodbye
and look back when we're walking away
in opposite directions
i inquire later how you could possibly
be interested in me

then there's the wedding
the flowers the people the rings
two canaries together
i whine and you sing
this is not going to last

i organize an attack
on my identity
i create holograms of myself
just to see what you'd do
if i ran around naked in a mall
would you think less of me

i see the signs passing by
with swift kicks to my head
i ignore them
we spend all our time in the bed
until even attraction is useless and dead
then we call it a draw

now we don't talk
we don't fuck
we don't carpool to work
you call me unromantic
i call you a jerk
all of this is your fault

you're sending the signal
as you light your cigarette
what i want
what i don't
you suddenly forget
your role here is as a punchline
i'll never get
have a wink and a smile

take photographs while you can
soon the doors will be closed
come again
don't forget to forget me as you go
this was not meant to last

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | mastering | mixing | production | recording

extra performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar