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by Old Gray

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released 06 May 2011

Recorded on April 27th and April 29th by our good friend Zak Ickes.

On these recordings, Old Gray is:

Cameron Boucher - Guitar, vocals
Raphael Bastek - Guitar, vocals
Zane McDaniel - Bass, vocals
Charlie Singer - Drums, vocals
Joe McAndrew - Guest vocals on "Headaches"

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Track Name: Wayward Kids
My dear I do fear that nothing will ever be the same and all these broken homes and broken bones will share the blame. All of my friends have their futures planned; I’m not a part of any of them. I wish the clouds would move away but my best friend moved instead.
Track Name: Vulcan Death Grip
You said that everything would be okay and that we could settle down in a house by the river. Well, look at us now. I don’t know where I am and I don’t know where I will go. Maybe someday you will love me but I don’t think that I can wait.
Track Name: Ryan Mitchell Made Me Do It
We live in a dream and, when our lives are over, we’ll finally wake up and realize the world is asleep. We’ll empty our lungs and strum out our heartstrings; we’ll simply wake up and realize the beauty in life. One day we’ll scream and get rid of our demons- we’ll empty our souls, take the world off our backs. And as for me, well, I’ve been through some bad times, but I’ve kept my head up and imagined a place with just you and me. Some day the world will stop and so will our hearts. I love you so.
Track Name: Headaches (feat. Joe McAndrew)
I’m tired of giving you examples of times where I have said things I’d later regret. This is the last time I’ll admit to having periods of self doubt, feeling sorry for myself. I’ve spent the last four years making new best friends who, after a few more months, I won’t ever see again. I’m so damn sorry that I fucked up. And despite all my best efforts to analyze the minds of great writers by studying the words they once wrote, I’m no closer to cracking Joyce than I am myself. Is it always like this, or is it in my head? I’m sorry for everything.