Do I Dare Disturb the Universe
by Old Gray
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Dying Leaves
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City Orchards
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Instrumental
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about
We originally had such high hopes and grandiose plans for this EP- a seamless, six song jam, packed with guest spots from friends on strings, piano and vocals. Due to time constraints and trying to do too many things at once, things just didn't work out. So maybe next time.
But we're still proud of this. While we wrote and recorded the entire Demo in what couldn't have been more than a week, we focused all of our efforts and energy into tuning these songs and making them as solid as we could. Are there things we wish we could change or add? Maybe some riff didn't come out the way we hoped, or some vocals are off-putting, or maybe a drum hit is missing?
In a word- no. It's how we want it. We're happy and we put all we had into it.
You're gonna listen to this and bitch about the rough vocals because you like singing and you like clean guitars and you like the Demo more. And that's okay, at least you listened.
Thank you. We'll be back in a few months.
But we're still proud of this. While we wrote and recorded the entire Demo in what couldn't have been more than a week, we focused all of our efforts and energy into tuning these songs and making them as solid as we could. Are there things we wish we could change or add? Maybe some riff didn't come out the way we hoped, or some vocals are off-putting, or maybe a drum hit is missing?
In a word- no. It's how we want it. We're happy and we put all we had into it.
You're gonna listen to this and bitch about the rough vocals because you like singing and you like clean guitars and you like the Demo more. And that's okay, at least you listened.
Thank you. We'll be back in a few months.
credits
released 02 September 2011
On these recordings, Old Gray is:
Cameron Boucher - Guitar and vocals
Raphael Bastek - Guitar and vocals
Zane McDaniel - Bass
Charlie Singer - Drums and vocals
On "Dying Leaves", Raphael does vocals but does not play guitar.
Recorded again by our great friend Zak Ickes throughout July and August.
Album artwork and design by Raphael Bastek.
We couldn't thank the following people/things enough:
Cormac Doherty for playing bass for us during Central's Class Day, Bradley Schneider for playing bass with us on numerous occasions and for hosting shows in the fantastic and short-lived Brad's Pitt (RIP), Ryan McAvoy for being my best friend and telling me how much he hates my vocals (me too, man, me too), Jake Letizia (and his comrades in Twin Cyclist/Centennial) for being our best friends and super nice to us, our friends in the Midwest for being supportive of us ripping them off and then growing out of it, cigarettes, weed, everyone else Cameron met who is/was in a band and he's now friends with, and everyone who ever came to a show, bought a shirt or just told us we didn't suck too much (you're wrong).
Cheers.
On these recordings, Old Gray is:
Cameron Boucher - Guitar and vocals
Raphael Bastek - Guitar and vocals
Zane McDaniel - Bass
Charlie Singer - Drums and vocals
On "Dying Leaves", Raphael does vocals but does not play guitar.
Recorded again by our great friend Zak Ickes throughout July and August.
Album artwork and design by Raphael Bastek.
We couldn't thank the following people/things enough:
Cormac Doherty for playing bass for us during Central's Class Day, Bradley Schneider for playing bass with us on numerous occasions and for hosting shows in the fantastic and short-lived Brad's Pitt (RIP), Ryan McAvoy for being my best friend and telling me how much he hates my vocals (me too, man, me too), Jake Letizia (and his comrades in Twin Cyclist/Centennial) for being our best friends and super nice to us, our friends in the Midwest for being supportive of us ripping them off and then growing out of it, cigarettes, weed, everyone else Cameron met who is/was in a band and he's now friends with, and everyone who ever came to a show, bought a shirt or just told us we didn't suck too much (you're wrong).
Cheers.
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- Track Name: Her Tongue Was Tattooed On The Back Of Her Teeth
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And every moment I lose without you, fighting interference between my mind and the tip of my tongue, I am lost. Tripping over my words, over insanity, racking my every thought, drowning this conviction behind an apathetic mask. A numberless cigarette lit twixt my fingers, burning like the fire that beauty held in your eyes, piercing me like a conscience, shattering the glass of memory reflecting my imperfections, smoldering bridges sinking behind me in hopes for a second chance. So embrace me, dreams, for you are mine; awake to a whirlwind staying swift through my fingers, my dream of you was all I had. So give me a heart where I can't feel, for all I need in my life is that which eludes me, that which I let get away, remaining a haunting thought of what could have been.
Can you feel my beating heart? Buried beneath the backyard- the place we used to live, where we stood on our own. We were rooted in this home. Where we exhaled our last breath and watched the summer fade to blackness.
We held our hands tight and spoke softly of the distance, as to which our hearts were to lie. And the night kissed us softly on the cheek and we each, the trees bowed before our knees as to exact the point of growing fond of the memories we would never let die.
Can you feel my beating heart? Buried beneath the backyard- the place we used to live, where we stood on our own. We were rooted in this home. Where we exhaled our last breath and watched the summer fade to blackness.
I will let you go if you want me to. - Track Name: Dying Leaves
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Hands held above our heads, held out as far as they can stretch. I'm trying to hold on to clouds that are always outside my reach. I guess you didn't notice- I fade with the setting sun. I'm no more alive than the empty home where I grew up.
I find my life is constantly swirling, cliche as it sounds, like leaves in the wind- twirling in unpredictable patterns until the wind slows down and stops again. But leaves crumble under foot and are commonly left to die in the sun- I find myself begging for drops of rain to grace me but I realize that there are none.
Hands held above our heads, held out as far as they can stretch. I'm trying to hold on to clouds that are always outside my reach. I guess you didn't notice- I fade with the setting sun. I'm no more alive than the empty home where I grew up.
And when we planted that tree in your front yard, I remember thinking, "I wish I was still young." I guess you didn't notice- I fade with the setting sun. - Track Name: City Orchards
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Each night, I decorate the walls of my room with sketches of a city I've never seen. (I've held the same air in my lungs for the past seventeen years- I think it's time for a fresh breath, but only as time will allow. Do you think that you can trick time into thinking that it never passed? Do you really think each new memory can just replace the last?)
I pay attention to the finer details, like the crooked and tired buildings that cast shadows over lonely playgrounds and the dim lamp posts lighting the road like an infinite set of sad eyes. When it's time to sleep, I lay on my back and stare at my makeshift night sky. I always forget the stars. And each morning, when I wake, I always wake up alone. So I erase my walls and start again. Do I dare disturb the universe?
