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release february 24, 2016

nicholas g ward sang and played guitar. 
jeff walsh played drums and hung out or whatever. 
and dean t ward played some hot guitar leads. 

recorded on friday december 11th 
@ rubber tracks studio boston 
by dave minehan & matt carlson. 
mastered by ian doerr @ headroom bedroom. 

thanks to evan kenney and jeremy lee given. 

please listen loudly and repeatedly.

the overture

we are loud. we are so impatient, so little punctuation. and we sound like your old man snoring or a bunch of lions roaring.

in ‘02 we used to hang around in each other’s rooms. now we only meet in dark bars. i enjoy the sound of your voice cutting through the noise. i always said i’d be an astronaut, but nasa found out i’ve been smoking pot.

i’m good, how’re you? good. how’re you? good. how’re you?

tonight, our guitarist needs a ride ‘cause the drummer’s got the car keys but we’re here. yeah, me and jeff set up our gear and we drank a couple of beers. then everybody left after the overture, and now i’m singing for the furniture.  

i’m good, how’re you? good.

pamela

you speak loudly. you know everything about me. my favorite city in this country.

and i know you, orange green and blue and maybe the silver, too.

you and i could have the best time in a coal mine or workin on a factory line

‘cause there’s a gold rush that always seems to start with us. yeah, we get ‘em wound up.

i’m home, dear. it used to be music to your ears.

well, my best friend had not been made apparent and they have not appeared yet.

i’m home, dear, and you never even noticed i disappeared and the weather always sucks for half the year but it used to be music to your ears.

to every roommate i ever made angry, you were probably right.

i miss all the fun. i heard everyone got wasted on a tuesday.

we all got dumb. that sounds like something that you would say.

to every roommate i ever made angry by being loud at night…

for bad advice and the pilot light we re-lit but it would not stay.

to every roommate i ever made angry, you were probably right.

i bet you’ve been sleeping much better, and man, i’m still loud at night.

4

that was the loudest song and we played it wrong. it went on and on and on for so god damned long.

i wish all yr friends was playing again ‘cause i could listen you recite the alphabet.

i want an instrument that we did not invent.

in my downtime, i stay up late. sorry if i’m keeping you awake.

every time i talk, it’s like i’m writing with chalk. i’m am scribbling and your looking at the clock.

but sometimes i like pissing people off.

in my downtime, i stay up late and you’ve been half-asleep since half past 8.

i’ve been repeating myself these days. sorry if i’m keeping you awake.

we never slept so soundly

it’s loud here. you come in close to whisper in my ear. first the limbs and then the heart and a headful of hair.

well, i am low light and you’re the sound of saturday night but i’m a lonely rocknroll song and you’re real bright.

and i feel it in my fingertips and my arteries and heart is pounding.

i’m sold for your weight in gold. it’s why i’ve been waiting around. we never slept so soundly.

no, we never slept so soundly.

one last chance… the slow song at the end of the dance. a lovely day in late september with ice cold hands.

and we kept time. a couple circles and a couple of straight lines. first the limbs and then the heart and it slowly unwinds.

OPBD

there’s no more good reasons for having the blues. it’s a lifetime of sundays on these afternoons and your old-time religion sounds like a cartoon. your hometown might get you daydreaming about the kudzu that grows by the roads in the south, but burnt hills is barren and we’re digging out.

the great state? well, it sure ain’t california.

old massachusetts has seen worse than me. everyone here cuts down their own christmas tree and everyone here’s looking forward to spring.

the great state? well, it sure ain’t california and the great lakes are basically a bunch of water. this is a great place.

PBDOPBDopbd.