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released 06 August 2010
Recorded by Craig Shay in June 2010 before our “L.I.fe Support” Tour with No Rights Reserved. Mixed by Mark Masterson.

Album art by Danielle Palumbo.

Mike Vizzi - Guitar, Vocals
Craig Shay - Bass, Vocals
CJ Dunaieff - Drums
Ben Hennessy - Alto Sax
Samson Flancbaum - Trombone
Chris Quintero - Trumpet
Allie Duggan - Alto Sax
Lisa Grimaldi - Baritone Sax

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Track Name: Intentions
I felt so out of place. Arguments made without a case. Two hours passed, got in three words. I guess I try but I never learn. Have my intentions changed? I can’t explain. Different people in the same scene. I didn’t realize what it would mean, no. To view the world without your frames means what you view is out of context. Impress your bias to what you see with cracked eyes and blurry imagery. An awkward smile, another glance. You never really had your chance. Slow it down, let’s take it slow. I’m not so used to letting go. “In the long run we’re all dead.” Strong-willed words that a man once said. More risk means more reward, more risk I can’t afford. When moral hazard leads to crisis, we’re all just victims of our vices.
Track Name: Screaming Hearts & Sinking Ships
When he told me that she was gone it didn’t come as much of a surprise because I’ve heard it said that you die the way you live and she always lived like she was looking to die. I’ve got to say that this digital grave yard’s just too much for me, and even though we barely knew each other, seeing her name pop up, it hits me every time. Just a name and a face and a story for my friends, that’s all she ever was to me before the end, and I’ve tried to live without regrets but it’s too late to take that back. When she told me that you were gone I couldn’t take it standing up. I wondered what the others had to say and when I read her words it hit me all at once. I’ve got to say, we’ve spent the last week daydreaming in hell, and I’ve ran through every late night conversation in my head, the times that you stood tall, the times I fell. Everybody’s testified to how you helped us grow, and in twenty years you did much more than anyone I know. We’ll do the things you would have done. We’ll carry you on. We’ve got so many questions and the answers can’t be right, but if we hold on to the ones we love we’re gonna make it through the night, and the water’s moving faster, ships are sinking out of sight. Our hearts are screaming our lungs are bleeding, Long Island’s not gonna bring us down tonight. This city’s not gonna bring us down tonight. No side of this pond’s gonna bring us down tonight. The whole fucking world can’t bring us down tonight.
Track Name: Taste The Fame
Look at her now, doing mighty fine, in her mighty world, in her mighty time. No big boss, no real job, no big responsibility, no real stability. Life’s just a party. Her life’s a sin. She’ll just keep running to her tonic and gin. She’s got her style and she’s got her plan. She’ll just keep hiding behind some man. She impresses with dresses, and that’s how she expresses her flawless style and her flawless smile. Hide her from the world until she’s down on the floor, and close all the doors. No need to grow up or to face the world. She wants to remain some stupid girl. With a wasted life and wasted dreams, she’ll refuse to mature no matter how good it seems.
Track Name: Back Home
Life, it comes so quickly now and every moment’s fleeting. And no matter what you don’t fuck up, we all must take a beating. And if I lost every girl to this summer it’d be worth it all if I could just keep you. It’s a sad day on Long Island when our eyes meet and we both know that we’re through. You know I’ll always be your friend no matter how deep into the party, or how many cigarettes you smoke. We can always buy another pack, ‘cause people like you are so hard to find back home. I’d rather buy another pack, then sit here and smoke it all alone. And I’ll walk back alone in my thoughts on a cold and peaceful night, and I’ll wonder why though I won’t say much as I try to pass the time. It’s an odd point in your life when you realize that you have been right all along. When you know what it is that you want, when you know that it’s gone.
Track Name: 22 Hours
Twenty-two hours down I-95, all this distance just to know we’re alive. A week on a beach without any waves. We’ll just make our own for all that we gave. Well there’s something wrong here, but I can’t quite figure out what it is. I enjoy the day but I stay up all night. What happens when the writing on the wall doesn’t match the writing on my arms? Should I be afraid? Should I be alarmed? ‘Cause maybe we’re all just lost, and the more lost we are, the better we relate. While we search for what we are, search for what we fake. How long before the notes all run together and the songs become anthems that parody themselves? I scream about the people who I want to be. I live much differently in my ideals than in my actions. At the end of the day, all I can do is profit off the errors of others.
Track Name: Showtime
The children in the street are out, they’re making noise again, and now their making false assumptions that you aren’t one of them. Finding new highways leading to the same sick spot…I’m hoping that I’m wrong, but I’m probably not, and you’re carrying a slogan in the hole in your chest, we all forget forgiveness but we love to forget. I wish I didn’t have to rain on this parade, but it’s just too much. Show me you’re not full of shit, prove I’m just a paranoid, and when tomorrow comes, won’t we be the lucky ones? You tell me “there’s a light ahead,” I say, “we’re better dead than lead,” but it won’t matter in the end. We used to laugh about it, now you’re buying all the hype. A blank horizon…I guess I never took you for the type. This new dawn’s just a façade and we don’t have what it takes to swerve off of the ice when I hit the brakes. I woke up Wednesday morning and I saw that nothing changed. I opened up a new book but I read the same old page, and you’re the one that always said that picking sides was wrong…maybe I’m just jaded but I think it won’t be long until we see the sullen faces wondering where their savior went, when the promises are broken and the money’s all been spent, and I hope that you’ll remember all the things you used to say, and you won’t be broken-hearted on that day.