performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

paul ambro: guitar

michael ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards | voice

composition/production:

jason harvey: composition | mixing | recording

michael ambro: composition

paul ambro: composition

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

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

paul ambro: guitar

michael ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

paul ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition | mixing | recording

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

all sounds by various artists

extra composition/production:

dennis harvey: mastering | mixing | production | recording

None of them knew him by name
Until they drove him away
His innocence made them furious
When he broke the mold it made them curious
His unapologetic love is what they found so dangerous
Now that their dreams are all the same
They cannot stop remembering
The moments each of them started believing
The powers that kept them from healing
With no one standing in the way
They’re crumbling under the strain

His exodus impulsive was holy
The one thing that could not be taken
The volume of opinions was always growing
He couldn’t help making the connection
A lifetime condition to atone for
The future that he was missing
They were always pressured to control him
When they were the ones that needed the convincing

However low whatever they would throw made no difference
Because the only thing gone noticed was the power in his resistance
Where his eyes found the skies his feet found the ground
And a powerful will to keep him there
He’s no glutton for punishment but he’s learned well enough
To know that he will always care

He was well aware they had him outnumbered
Leaving all the experts to expertly wonder
Why the fire in their hearts did not give them what they were after
There was not an ounce of love in their hearts whatsoever

But he still cherishes their memory and he still remembers everything

The crusadists scouting and shouting and spitting in his face
They were all that he listened to but not the way they wanted him to
Broadcast on every medium the message was getting through
They were all that he listened to but not the way they wanted him to

His labor of love is driving him all the way back to
A place of vindication that will not come today
Too late too soon or by the way of highly persuasive
Talent agents polling data or a re-education

It was journey to the next stage or never know each other
He was well aware they had him far outnumbered
He was never out there to steal their precious thunder
He was never one of them in the eyes of his beholders

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

david beck: drums

mohadev bhattacharyya: guitar

jon beal: keyboards | voice

composition/production:

jon beal: composition | recording

jason harvey: composition | mixing | production | recording

mohadev bhattacharyya: composition | recording

david beck: composition

extra composition/production:

dennis harvey: mastering | mixing

performance:

michael ambro: keyboards

dennis harvey: guitar

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

jason harvey: mixing | recording

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

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

paul ambro: guitar

michael ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards

composition/production:

paul ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition

michael ambro: composition

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

straight down to hell
is where i go
now that you've taken all of my thoughts
and scattered them about
i've told you over and over and over and over and over
to stay the hell out of there
and now i've got to put the smack down

i wish you would stop coming in here and tossing that smile in my face
i was just kidding just then you know better than that

all my singing
with the door open
has driven you
to distraction

it's embarrassing
to think of what you think of me
standing there
in complete fabulousness
talk to me
please
i'm easy

i wanted you
you wanted me too
that way it worked out
for both of us
without missing a beat
i kissed you over and over and over and over again
and now we have to decide
how to decorate the kitchen

this is a perfect example of singing without any point
all of these words have been yours
i'm possessed
they've been nothing of mine

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

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

performance:

matthew mccrary: guitar | voice

dennis harvey: drums

composition/production:

dennis harvey: mastering | mixing | production | recording

This track is a live performance or was recorded in one take.

performance:

dennis harvey: voice

composition/production:

dennis harvey: mastering | mixing | production | recording

composition/production:

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