Homegrown

by Well Kept Things

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04:00
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02:56
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04:26

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released June 16, 2015

Produced by Michael Hansen
Engineered and mixed by Jay Zubricky
Mastered by Paul Leavitt
Photography by Brett Ballachino
All songs written by Well Kept Things with Derek Paradowski

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Track Name: Traffic Jam
Sit back and relax, lean forward and be tense
We're almost home and we travel slow
You cannot wait to see your bed
On the contrary, I need you to

See me sad, like you know I am
A constant traffic jam backs up my head
Watch the bird in your eye meet the sky
And then the letter "V"
They're never lonely

Take the bags from your eyes and pack them tight
With repetition like flight attendants demonstrations you won't listen to
All the efforts to save you
I'm getting ready to

Getting ready to save you

See me sad, like I know I am
A constant traffic jam backs up my head
Watch the bird in your eye meet the sky
And then the letter "V"
They're never lonely
Track Name: Younger
Glass eyes, you're a step behind
On an incline in a young life
What I had in mind, you're better off blind
And more affined with your closer ones
Can we reminisce about better days
Where you wouldn't hesitate before you say my name

If I ever had to shake on one thing
It would be that you would provide me
With all the worries that I would need
To take me down slowly
Back when you were younger
And doing cartwheels through a four lane street
Now you're all about the worries, preventing those god damn z's
A master's degree, those god damn z's, those god damn

In the rut with motivation from your draining language
Nervous comprehension needs translation
Oh I need translation

Take me down, take me down slowly

Glass eyes, don't apologize
You'll be just fine, you'll be just fine

If I ever had to shake on one thing
It would be that you would provide me
With all the worries that I would need
To take me down slowly
Back when you were younger
And doing cartwheels through a four lane street
Now you're all about the worries, preventing those god damn z's
And a better me
Track Name: Coasting
Operated, collaborating
Mission statements from our solitary views
Was designed less organized
You contrived a better plan for me

That we can find a better love at sea
You are the main sail, I am the mizzen
Coached by what the surf guarantees

Obligated to allocate when
You were playing games with my head
Negotiated, cooperated
With realization of what we mean to me

And we can find a better love at sea
You are the main sail, I am the mizzen
Coached by what the surf guarantees

You're cutting bow lines, I'm catching trade winds
You hope the sun dies, I'm always tongue tied
You're with the high tides, but we're sinking
You hope the sun dies, you know I would die

You're cutting bow lines, I'm catching trade winds
You hope the sun dies

I have this fear without the sun
That all my words come out as one
Non-descriptive and tied up
But with you I feel I'm under the gun

You're cutting bow lines, I'm catching trade winds

Its time for me to cut off my tongue, I'm under the gun
Track Name: Great White North
If I could start at the cusp
And end at the lead
You're the annual sprouting my affability
I thought I was punk
Until I had to leave
Room 211 stuffed with hesitancy

Hey prolonged design student
I really wish I had a Canadian accent

So you could talk, and I would listen
And I would talk, just so you can
Hear me say something of amenity
I always thought the fight was fiction
Because I was taught "shut up and listen"
You're the finer author anyway

So keep on writing, I'll keep on reading
Keep on hanging on, I'm hanging on

Talk a little more about your Burchfield interpretation
Your storytelling parallactic creation
I'm listening.
I really wish I had a Canadian accent
Track Name: New Jersey
Homegrown, shaking bones
I saw you draw a line through the fog on your window
You say you're always cold, I say you're never alone
I'm with you
Even though, the skies grey tones
Have a few more months left to go

And when you said to me you thought about leaving
This overcoat is suffocating

And I'm frustrated when you say it
Sunday is family football gatherings
How quick to forget the mess you left
I await the day when you tell me what you thought about it
More glory days without temperature change
I await the day when you tell me what you thought about it

Just tell me what you thought about it

And when you said to me you thought about leaving
This overcoat is suffocating
Thick winter blood implies westward thinking
And when you said to me you thought about leaving

I'm with you

Phone calls from home to make sure you get better
Twenty two hundred miles away from bad weather

What if I told you that I thought of leaving too?