Life After Basketball
发行时间:2014-04-15
发行公司:CD Baby
简介: Luke Kirkland plays guitar and keyboards and sings.
James Towlson plays bass and keyboards and harmonizes.
Jason Perry plays lead guitar.
Jeffrey Walsh plays drums.
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recorded and mixed by Luke Kirkland with additional engineering by James Towlson
cover photograph by Michael Wriston
design by Luke Kirkland
mastered by Nick Zampiello and Rob Gonnella at New Alliance East
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LYRICS
Spinning globes and winning lee
Shifting weight and lifting free...
Weighing lines to flat accounts,
Bouncing around and rimming out...
Steering shy of moving parts
Grinding dry and shooting sparks...
Falling cold at filling bins,
Giving up and getting in...
You’ll come around.
All the cogs in this town couldn’t figure it out.
You’ll come around.
All the legs run aground, quickly fizzling out.
I saw the rafters burn aloft,
Raining foam and fitteds,
And the wheels of failing VCRs
Shredding frames and spitting
The melting reels around
In holes in the ground.
You’ll come around.
All the streets on this route wind and wander about.
You’ll come around.
All the kids in the crowd stand and stare at the sounds.
You’ll come around.
Every voice in the round stops to wonder aloud.
“Will you come around?”
Luke Kirkland plays guitar and keyboards and sings.
James Towlson plays bass and keyboards and harmonizes.
Jason Perry plays lead guitar.
Jeffrey Walsh plays drums.
..........................................................................................
recorded and mixed by Luke Kirkland with additional engineering by James Towlson
cover photograph by Michael Wriston
design by Luke Kirkland
mastered by Nick Zampiello and Rob Gonnella at New Alliance East
..........................................................................................
LYRICS
Spinning globes and winning lee
Shifting weight and lifting free...
Weighing lines to flat accounts,
Bouncing around and rimming out...
Steering shy of moving parts
Grinding dry and shooting sparks...
Falling cold at filling bins,
Giving up and getting in...
You’ll come around.
All the cogs in this town couldn’t figure it out.
You’ll come around.
All the legs run aground, quickly fizzling out.
I saw the rafters burn aloft,
Raining foam and fitteds,
And the wheels of failing VCRs
Shredding frames and spitting
The melting reels around
In holes in the ground.
You’ll come around.
All the streets on this route wind and wander about.
You’ll come around.
All the kids in the crowd stand and stare at the sounds.
You’ll come around.
Every voice in the round stops to wonder aloud.
“Will you come around?”