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Oh Amy, I’m surrendering at last
I’m giving up on the dreams that kept me tied down in the past
I’m going out where the river meets the sea
Can an anchor like love pull me deep?
Oh Lately, I’ve been tame beneath your hand
I’ve been changing into something I can barely understand
I was wild and hungry, and scared of the passing time
Consumed by implications all the bullshit explanations why
I can’t see it, but I feel it in my bones
Something simple, something soft and warm, and slow
No one told me it would feel like coming home
But I could stay here
Oh Baby, where I struggled now I rest
With the sun behind my eyelids, dancing slowly across your bed
And I turned and saw you shining by my side
like the light at the end of the road to the bye and bye…
I’m saying – I want to be your only friend
This world keeps getting uglier but I want to hold you till the end
Could I love you now could I swear that I always will?
Could you believe in what I’m saying – In spite of all I’ve done, I swear it…
I can’t see it, but I feel it in my bones
Something simple, something soft and warm, and slow
No one told me it would feel like coming home
But I could stay here
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It’s the end of the season
And I’m dreaming of April
In a porcelain dream
The rain coming down again
And my lover is calling
I can’t answer the call
The empty apartment
The powdered amphetamine stashed in the wall
You know I’ve been hiding
Being judge being jury
being in the wrong
I married a painter
We were forces of nature
We were bright years in love
But I felt myself changing
Callous and sharpened
Increasingly numb
Then I met April
I got trapped in the memory
Of a future I lost
So I let her down
And she keeps reaching out
Knowing all I need is a little help
I wish I were sleeping
But I’m feeling the warning
It’s a cellophane dawn
April’s performing
Spinning old records
While I lean on the wall
But she doesn’t want me
And If I can’t have April, don’t think I can watch
Tracing cracks in the ceiling
Man I wish I could slip out into some other song
Yeah, I’ve been out drinking
I just talk past my friends
Trying to talk to myself
I wish I could see you
Just for a moment thought the fever had passed
My lover is calling
But my porcelain dream
I can never take back
So I let her down
And she keeps reaching out
Knowing all I need is a little help
Just a little help
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released July 27, 2018
Daniel Sheron – Vocals, Guitars, Synths, Piano
Luke Beckel – Guitars, Vocals
Seth Mower – Drums
Ben Mower – Bass
Featuring
Philippe Bronchtein – Wurlitzer, Farfisa
Emmanuel Henreid - Vocals
Moorea Masa - Vocals
Produced by Balto & Jeff Stuart Saltzman
Engineered & Mixed by Jeff Stuart Saltzman
Mastered by Dave McNair
Recorded October 2017 at Dead Aunt Thelma's in Portland, OR
Additional recording December 2017 at Jeff's in Portland.
Cover Photo by Seth Ian Mower
Cover Illustration by Tiffany Patterson
Arranged by Balto
Vocal Arrangement on Pt. 2 by Emmanuel Henreid
Songs by Daniel Sheron (SESAC)
All Songs © On the Rails Music (SESAC)
©℗ 2018 Total Reality Meltdown
www.baltoamerica.com
www.totalrealitymeltdown.com
Made in the USA