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garret

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1.
after all 04:33
the music's loud and thumpin' and everybody's jumpin' nothing matters now there's no way you can talk me down... talk me down... you move through the room and through me oh, can't you see that this is magic and you're not so tragic after all... after all... you think you're really something well nobody's nothin call me wrong may i have this dance? you say you love this song the feeling is too strong to run away pretend there are no second chances. not tonight.
2.
how can this be is really happening to me it's like charting unknown worlds or warping reality. never in a million years did i think i'd feel so free. (chorus) can you believe that this is happening to me can you believe what i'm seeing? how can you see that all this is changing me you say it just is well maybe it's changing you, too. never in a million years did i think i'd feel so free. even after all the sweat and tears it's so hard to conceive this... why can't you see this is what i need to be and i won't turn back now just cause that's what you want of me. never in a million years did i think i'd feel so free. even after all the sweat and tears it's so hard to conceive this... (chorus)
3.
dial tones 03:07
all i hear is a dial tone til the nice lady answers your phone to leave a number, please press five. to leave a message please hold the line. i hang up with a sigh of desperation then express my irritation i breath deep then i count to ten pick up the phone and call you back again. i gave up on Bell's invention now i'm reassessing this situation i see you've changed your email too. oh, what's a lonely heart to do. i tried the postal service without luck i decided that i'm finally stuck all that's left is to move my feet to your doorstep right across the street. i look through my window to make sure you aren't at home. your car's in the driveway and it seems like you're alone. my limbs all turn to jelly and i call you one more time, and i'm hoping and i'm fearing that you'll pick up the line. (chorus) but all i hear is a dial tone on the phone and i'm wondering why i'm alone it's a friday night and i'm at home by the phone, listening to dial tones. maybe it was something i said it's more likely this is all in my head my cell rings as i reach your door i'd answer it but i can't take this anymore. (chorus)
4.
not my fault 05:20
it's not my fault that you're life sucks tied so tightly to the ground. trying hard to reach for help but no one ever sticks around. it's not my fault your hands can't keep a grip on those rungs you've been clinging to but when you slip you won't fall far it's not my fault, that i won't let you. but when we cling together tight repeating everything's alright it's hard for me to think it could be true. though i should've been long gone how do you leave someone when everything that they have left is you? it's not my fault that you're messed up deluding yourself into an early grave. and the help you never asked for never came. it's not my fault that you can't be saved.
5.
take off your clothes you're standing too close. i smell your lavender, i smell your peppermint gum. you see me standing here too close to let you run. i see you're putting on airs you shouldn't wear. i see your fashion sense, i see you letting me watch. you know this air's too dense for us to stick around. we should go outside, inhale that warm night air run my hands through your hair. we're standing much too close. take off your clothes, take off your pretension, let your hair fall around release your apprehensions. we should go inside, out of this warm night air. i'll wait for you there.
6.
suzanna see 03:31
it started snowing, you found yourself alone. i'd never let you go before i'd go there. so lick your lips and turn around like watching all your smokes extinguish on the ground. oh, suzanna see, this means nothing to me what i've tried to hard to figure out. purple evening. now you're driving home. a sentimental billboard mists your eye. dry your tears and look around like watching life's last hope fall without a sound. oh, suzanna see, this means nothing to me what i've tried so hard to figure out. oh, suzanna see that we do as we please and i've decided i'm getting out. do it, do it, whatever it was that made me weak; that made me fall in love. oh, suzanna see, this means nothing to me what i've tried so hard to figure out. oh, suzanna see that we do as we please and i've decided i'm getting out.
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one way war 03:32
you can fire away and bring your posse to town. you can talk it up while you're tearing me down. you can forge on with your crusade all for naught. you won't incite me to battle what i've already fought. cause the war you're waging's only raging one way. i've got nothing left to fight for cause there's nothing left to say. you can thunder your drums until the break of day. but it's a one way war and that's how it's gonna stay. you can hurl your stones and reload the sling. you can speak your piece cause no one's listening. you can call to duty your entire reserves. but it doesn't really matter when there's no purpose it serves. cause the war you're waging's only raging one way. i've got nothing left to fight for cause there's nothing left to say. you can thunder your drums until the break of day. but it's a one way war and that's how it's gonna ....stay. i'm not saying this out of arrogance. believe it or not, we were friends once. i don't want to go down this path anymore. it doesn't make sense when nothing's different than before. you can call a hasty retreat, you can tell your friends that i've been beat. you can ask me if i have given up. all i'll say is this has got to stop. cause the war you're waging's only raging one way. i've got nothing left to fight for cause there's nothing left to say. you can thunder your drums until the break of day. but it's a one way war and that's how it's gonna ....stay.
8.
he knows what needs to be said but it's all stuck in his head he'd yell it border to border but she only wants to take his order oh, she don't know what she does to him. oh, she's just waiting for that second wind. but when she comes back and he gives her the tip he says,"you deserve the whole thing". and he thinks...ain't that clever, now? late at night he's on his wife but thinking 'bout that waitress. he rolls and sighs, she rolls her eyes, they lie stone still on the mattress. he's in for lunch next tuesday but he's in a state of dismay his latest love has left disgraced. but this new girl's got a real cute face. oh, she don't know what she does to him. oh, she's just waiting for that second wind. but when she comes back and he gives her the tip he says,"you deserve the whole thing". and he thinks...ain't that clever, now?
9.
peeling back the sleeping bag to wake up with this sun yesterday's hangover slowly dying. pull out of the rest stop, start a 7 hour drive. i never really thought to wonder why. it's the rolling hills outside of phoenix. it's the healthy girls of santa fe. it's the crashing waves upon the coastline. that's the life for me. it's the only way. a cancelled show in bozeman, a snowstorm in wyomin', denver wouldn't happen or so it would seem. although i've often heard it, i've never understood it, how it is that this is living the dream. i travel light but my heart is heavy, i travel far but my mind's at home. though my body may be weary this is how i live, that's what makes me go. now the wind and snow make me think of home. i heard today that it was warm and sunny. but all that's waiting there is debt and dirty air at least i'll always have the memory... of the rolling hills outside of phoenix. of the healthy girls of santa fe. of the crashing waves upon the coastline. that's the life for me. that's the only way.
10.
mean town 03:34
this place beats you to the ground and kicks you when you're down. this place don't mess around cause this is a mean town. some folks say you'll never win and that you'll just get sucked in again and if you haven't got a friend then this is a mean town. though you try and you try, and you try, but you don't know why you bother anyhow when you can't turn this place around. this town is mean and there's nothing that i've seen to change your mind, or is it a matter of time? ...until you're just like them; two faced, forked tongue with venom? too cool for everyone? yeah, that makes a mean town. you don't have to live that way. pay no mind to what they say. it'll come back to them some day cause this is a mean town. you can't let them keep you down. make them understand that you won't play their games. you don't have to live that way. pay no mind to what they say. it'll come back to them some day cause this is a mean town. this town is mean and there's nothing that i've seen to change your mind, or is it a matter of time?

about

march of 2005 i moved all of 3 blocks north/west across woodward ave. to willis. i rented a bedroom and garret of my new room mates' ghetto castle/work in progress. he had an extensive music collection and we worked together frequently at "the deli". he had a few dogs and a few cats but at least he was cool with me setting up drums in my new studio space.

the garret studio was approached by a sharp set of stairs with no guard railing. considering all of the drunken sessions i did up there it's a miracle i didn't fall and break my neck by the dim light of a computer monitor...or that no one else did. anyway, it was a creative time fueled by extreme relationships, depression and chemical excess. not to romanticize that sort of thing; i mention that more to give context to the material.

technically, i felt a bit more comfortable with the limited tools i was using to capture my songs. i was recording an album for one of my bands, friends of dennis wilson, on 4 track and computer, released as 'chrome universe'. plus, demoing with i,crime was giving me further recording practice and honing my abilities to collaborate and contribute to a session.

i could do what i wanted, basically. with that came the need for the editorial ear. it meant listening to friends whose opinions i respected when they said, "eh...lose some of the guitars, they're clogging things up." then learning how to do that myself. although, i guess each stage is a learning process.

-c

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released September 26, 2007

charlie - songs, sounds, crappy artwork.

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