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Hold Me While I Fall Apart

by Whistle Jacket

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1.
She keeps the radio on so she can sleep with rock ‘n’ roll. She left before the dawn when night and day are both alone. CHORUS There are so many things we never see and know, so many thoughts left in tired hearts and holy souls. Acting like you like don’t notice that she is forever gone. Laughing too loud makes it obvious. These days the TV’s always on. And the daily routine doesn’t feel routine these days. Once there was a dream; once there was a way. CHORUS Once there was a dream. Now you want to die. Sometimes a little stream keeps a starving fox alive.
2.
False starts brought us here when the truth moved too slow. Is it against the law to care? I didn’t think so. Tonight they’re arresting kids but I’ve got nowhere to go. Break-ups don’t make us broken. Movement finds another way. Another way is where we’re going. Let’s hope it’s a place we all can stay. They say it’s the end of the world; that was yesterday. CHORUS American, American’t Yes, you can. No you can’t. I am just one man but I am 99%. We shouldn’t have to occupy our own country, but I guess we have to when they don’t see you and me, when they ignore you and me, when they forget you and me. CHORUS
3.
Entitled American self-esteem Harvested like a cash crop Climbing ladders with your schemes Then sawing the rungs off CHORUS Up, up and away. I died in the USA. They’re selling you tomorrow. Yesterday didn’t work. Today is getting late. They’re selling you tomorrow but tomorrow they will say that you have to wait. Insomniacs don’t follow dreams. Comebacks with Washington cash. Gutted out the in-between and abandoned the middle class. CHORUS Feel your failure! Feel your failure! Feel your failure somewhere over… They’re selling you tomorrow. Yesterday didn’t work. Today is getting late. They’re selling you tomorrow but tomorrow they will say that you have to wait. You’ll have to wait. We died in the USA.
4.
Intruder 03:30
Blood on the merry-go-round. Children sing we all fall down. But today there is no sound except echoes of 100 rounds. Probably counting the days until Santa and his sleigh. Gifts never opened, gifts thrown away. This December someone else came. And we know it’s not right and we wonder why. Theories but we can agree that those children shouldn’t have died. The principal tried to stop a quiet town’s gunshots. Parents wait in the parking lot. Some children come out. Some do not. Intruder, intruder, intruder, intruder! Someone please stop that shooter! Intruder, intruder, intruder, intruder! Someone please stop the next shooter! Tiny desks, tiny chairs. Alphabet on the wall. Crayons, puzzles, winter in the air. Some not even four feet tall. Some not even four feet tall.
5.
Tug of War 02:01
The tug of war is tearing hearts and digging graves. The shareholders aren’t sharing. The oil rides the waves. Surf’s up. Touchdown, America. Your safe and sound is murder. Take your time; get the rush. The world’s a drink and you’re a lush. Poverty’s contagious. It’s about more or less. Goodnight maybe, America. Happily ever after?
6.
Bullets 05:35
Politicians like to shake hands but they always let go. Businessman with his five year plan while that boy doesn’t know if he’ll see tomorrow. CHORUS Bullets still kill like they did before. A junkie will still need some more. Behind’s still losing despite a change in score. These streets we can’t ignore. Tall buildings reach to the sky casting shadows on the streets below where it’s yet another drive-by wheels turning, nowhere to go. CHORUS Used up and still using Black and blue, scabs and soars Do you know what you’re losing when you’ve never had it before? Bullets still kill! Bullets still kill! Bullets still kill! Bullets still kill! CHORUS These streets we can’t ignore.
7.
Tonight I need a little something. I’m all alone in the ring and I want the referee to stop the fight. I am no champion. I’m confident I’ll fall again. “Just a little something to make me feel light.” Before I fall I want to fly in this city where gods have died some for saying yes, some for saying no. Then what is the right answer? Hold my hand. We’ll be each other’s cure. Don’t worry; when I start falling, I’ll let go. Don’t worry. I’ll let go. Walk with me. I’ll let go. Promise me you’ll keep walking down the street with your heart open. Sometimes it seems our hearts are orphans and our dreams locked up in coffins. Tonight I need a little something. Tonight I need a little something to forget everything, everything, everything, everything! Tonight I need a little something. “Hey man, how much for a little something?”
8.
Who put the rope around her neck and tied the knot? Silence makes a sound. Who pushed her off? CHORUS There’s so many, many reasons not to love. There’s so many, many reasons not to love but you’ve got to love anyway. Twelve year old sister always looked up to her. Oh, to look up that day and see her sister sway. CHORUS Any way you can, you’ve got to love. Who put the rope around her neck and tied the knot? Silence makes a sound. Who pushed her off? Did they feel sorry before ruled guilty? Did they feel the pain they caused before the day she refused to let them hurt her again? Did they feel sorry before all of this? Did they feel sorry for Phoebe Prince? Did you have to throw that can from a car? Did you have to say good job, ha, ha, ha? Did you have to ask why haven’t we gotten her to kill herself yet? Did you have to keep at it on her memorial page? There’s so many, many reasons to love. There’s so many, many reasons to love. There’s so many, many reasons to love. There’s so many, many people to love.
9.
You’re the kind of person who makes me hope that there’s a heaven. Yes, I know that I would have to get better to get in. Oh, I would try so that I could see you again when we’re dead. For the thought of being without you hurts my body and makes me miss you even knowing you’re with me. And our love will not end! Oh how much I worry that there is no heaven. You’re the type of person who makes me kind of believe.

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released December 10, 2013

Label: pRIMORDIAL sOUNDS

Recorded at the Soul Shop by Elio DeLuca.

Parts of Sleep With Rock ‘n’ Roll and American, American’t were recorded in a house by Mark Fede.

Songs written by Michael Leyden.

Mixed by Elio DeLuca and Michael

Mastered by Jesse Brayman at Soundmirror.

Choir arrangement on Phoebe Prince written by Ben Simon and Mason Gohl.

Arrangement of backwards tracks on Bullets and American, American’t by Jesse Brayman.

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