Written/performed
by Dylan Owen
Music by Dylan Owen & Nico Marchese
Produced by Nico Marchese Bass guitar by Joe Owen
Keep Your Friends Close, 2012
Inspired by continuing the story, through good times and bad.
Dear present time
This is it
To all my soul searchers
And my grave diggers
Bury that shit
For the signatures of the unknown subway writers
And for anybody who’s got good cigarette karma
Pass it on
This one’s for my camp counselors
Who taught me how to properly tell ghost stories
Because I feel like
I’ve been talking about my ghosts a lot lately
And this one’s for my material friends
I hope that I can feel you again
This one’s for anybody
Who woke up without a feeling or a sense of home
And hates being alone
Honestly I know how hard it can be
To find yourself when you’re lost
And I mean that
Seriously
This one’s for my teachers
Who made me write a book report about the story of my life
Because if I hadn’t done that assignment
Then I might not know how to express myself
And at times like these
Expressing myself is all I got
It’s all in my pen
Our bookmarks bend
And I don’t know when
Our story will end
It’s all in my pen
Our bookmarks bend
And so this one is for my friends
Around the same time a fake doctor cured me of my Senioritis
I thought forever would be gone too soon
Until we leaned into a breeze that we agreed
Was a leap into something deeper
Barely breathing on the floor of my room
Get your umbrellas out
Because it’s Breakup Season
And for a bunch of long weekends
It was all that I knew
Familiar ground kicked off of my shoes
Said the mornings are hard
When waking up’s not a cause for alarm
I wrote it off saying
You are my favorite miracle
I’ll hold your head up when these times get terrible
But I know I don’t have to give my prayers to you
Because I know we’ll make it through whatever happens
Head caught up in a loss from a different day
We all have memories we wish we could eliminate
But I’ll be fighting give or take
Flip my life upside down trying to reciprocate
Die for your dreams you won’t even feel it
Yeah and smile for the little things below
Saying climb up those trees until you’re comfortable leaving
And when you leave be sure to let it all go
Saying I don’t know why
Why
Why
This got to my mind
Mind
Mind
Just another goodbye
Bye
Bye
Ends a story we wrote.
Music by Dylan Owen & Nico Marchese
Produced by Nico Marchese Bass guitar by Joe Owen
Keep Your Friends Close, 2012
Inspired by continuing the story, through good times and bad.
Dear present time
This is it
To all my soul searchers
And my grave diggers
Bury that shit
For the signatures of the unknown subway writers
And for anybody who’s got good cigarette karma
Pass it on
This one’s for my camp counselors
Who taught me how to properly tell ghost stories
Because I feel like
I’ve been talking about my ghosts a lot lately
And this one’s for my material friends
I hope that I can feel you again
This one’s for anybody
Who woke up without a feeling or a sense of home
And hates being alone
Honestly I know how hard it can be
To find yourself when you’re lost
And I mean that
Seriously
This one’s for my teachers
Who made me write a book report about the story of my life
Because if I hadn’t done that assignment
Then I might not know how to express myself
And at times like these
Expressing myself is all I got
It’s all in my pen
Our bookmarks bend
And I don’t know when
Our story will end
It’s all in my pen
Our bookmarks bend
And so this one is for my friends
Around the same time a fake doctor cured me of my Senioritis
I thought forever would be gone too soon
Until we leaned into a breeze that we agreed
Was a leap into something deeper
Barely breathing on the floor of my room
Get your umbrellas out
Because it’s Breakup Season
And for a bunch of long weekends
It was all that I knew
Familiar ground kicked off of my shoes
Said the mornings are hard
When waking up’s not a cause for alarm
I wrote it off saying
You are my favorite miracle
I’ll hold your head up when these times get terrible
But I know I don’t have to give my prayers to you
Because I know we’ll make it through whatever happens
Head caught up in a loss from a different day
We all have memories we wish we could eliminate
But I’ll be fighting give or take
Flip my life upside down trying to reciprocate
Die for your dreams you won’t even feel it
Yeah and smile for the little things below
Saying climb up those trees until you’re comfortable leaving
And when you leave be sure to let it all go
Saying I don’t know why
Why
Why
This got to my mind
Mind
Mind
Just another goodbye
Bye
Bye
Ends a story we wrote.
Written/performed by Dylan Owen
Music by Nico Marchese
Produced by Nico Marchese
Guitar by Joe Owen
Keep Your Friends Close, 2012
Inspired by the coldest breakup season of my life
Let us go forward together
Safe in a memory, a highway passing me by
If we ever get off track for a minute then
Promise me you won’t forget how we spent half of our lives
No one’s gonna love you more than I do
Even if it means we’ve gotta go our separate ways after a while
I learned to keep my friends close through hard times
I’ll always back you up like external hard drives
Sipping bottles up on North Church, watching the cars slide
In snowy little Goshen, our lives
Can only be defined and redefined through all these cycles we’re assigned
And our experiences are marks tied to everything we leave behind
I’m looking for a reason I can’t seem to find
I guess that people change, and I guess that even I’ve learned a lesson
To keep your friends close, and keep your better your better friends closer
Yeah, that’s right, believe it
I’ve been trying to say goodbye to this ghost town
‘Cause this is how I cope, these are all the sad thoughts I said that I wish I wrote down
I disappeared the moment that she left, I almost broke down
Invisible, thank god for Ghost, I know I’m not alone
This is my first journal entry in a long time, a real enlightenment
It’s been a year and a half since I didn’t feel like writing
Afraid to document the feelings that evoke
Well if you wanna change my life, I won’t
I keep my friends close
I keep my friends close
And keep my better friends closer
Let us go forward together
Safe in a memory, a highway passing me by
If we ever get off track for a minute then
Promise me you won’t forget how we spent half of our lives
No one’s gonna love you more than I do
Even if it means we’ve gotta go our separate ways after a while
I learned to keep my friends close through hard times
I’ll always back you up like external hard drives
And she was the last remaining fixture of my childhood
Going, going, gone miles away
If I could choose between moving forward or believing in my sandlot blues
I’d pick my head up, and I’d stand on proof
‘Cause I know the neighborhood kids got love like no others
And I know the happiest part of my life was with each other
And I know she left my heart in pieces, and smiles wrinkle,
But I’m here to make the wrinkles smile, a lead on what we suffered
‘Cause I’ve been trying to say goodbye to this ghost town in my heart
I walk alone but never hold my nose down, try hard
The simple things are different when they’re changing
And this town looks so goddamn pretty when it’s raining
Yeah, remember how we found ourselves the next day?
A real enlightenment
Remember how we shared our guts?
We didn’t feel like writing
Now I’m afraid that I’m afraid to let it go
Well if you wanna change my life, I won’t
I keep my friends close
I keep my friends close
And keep my better friends closer
Let us go forward together
Safe in a memory, a highway passing me by
If we ever get off track for a minute then
Promise me you won’t forget how we spent half of our lives
No one’s gonna love you more than I do
Even if it means we’ve gotta go our separate ways after a while
I learned to keep my friends close through hard times
I’ll always back you up like external hard drives
Sipping bottles up on North Church, watching the cars slide
In snowy little Goshen, our lives
Can only be defined and redefined through all these cycles we’re assigned
And our experiences are marks of what we leave behind
I’m looking for a reason I can’t seem to find
I guess that people change, and I guess that even I’ve learned a lesson
To keep your friends close, and keep your better your better friends closer
Yeah, that’s right, believe it
I’ve been trying to say goodbye
Let us go forward together
Safe in a memory, a highway passing me by
If we ever get off track for a minute then
Promise me you won’t forget how we spent half of our lives
No one’s gonna love you more than I do
Even if it means we’ve gotta go our separate ways after a while
I learned to keep my friends close through hard times
I’ll always back you up like external hard drives.
Music by Nico Marchese
Produced by Nico Marchese
Guitar by Joe Owen
Keep Your Friends Close, 2012
Inspired by the coldest breakup season of my life
Let us go forward together
Safe in a memory, a highway passing me by
If we ever get off track for a minute then
Promise me you won’t forget how we spent half of our lives
No one’s gonna love you more than I do
Even if it means we’ve gotta go our separate ways after a while
I learned to keep my friends close through hard times
I’ll always back you up like external hard drives
Sipping bottles up on North Church, watching the cars slide
In snowy little Goshen, our lives
Can only be defined and redefined through all these cycles we’re assigned
And our experiences are marks tied to everything we leave behind
I’m looking for a reason I can’t seem to find
I guess that people change, and I guess that even I’ve learned a lesson
To keep your friends close, and keep your better your better friends closer
Yeah, that’s right, believe it
I’ve been trying to say goodbye to this ghost town
‘Cause this is how I cope, these are all the sad thoughts I said that I wish I wrote down
I disappeared the moment that she left, I almost broke down
Invisible, thank god for Ghost, I know I’m not alone
This is my first journal entry in a long time, a real enlightenment
It’s been a year and a half since I didn’t feel like writing
Afraid to document the feelings that evoke
Well if you wanna change my life, I won’t
I keep my friends close
I keep my friends close
And keep my better friends closer
Let us go forward together
Safe in a memory, a highway passing me by
If we ever get off track for a minute then
Promise me you won’t forget how we spent half of our lives
No one’s gonna love you more than I do
Even if it means we’ve gotta go our separate ways after a while
I learned to keep my friends close through hard times
I’ll always back you up like external hard drives
And she was the last remaining fixture of my childhood
Going, going, gone miles away
If I could choose between moving forward or believing in my sandlot blues
I’d pick my head up, and I’d stand on proof
‘Cause I know the neighborhood kids got love like no others
And I know the happiest part of my life was with each other
And I know she left my heart in pieces, and smiles wrinkle,
But I’m here to make the wrinkles smile, a lead on what we suffered
‘Cause I’ve been trying to say goodbye to this ghost town in my heart
I walk alone but never hold my nose down, try hard
The simple things are different when they’re changing
And this town looks so goddamn pretty when it’s raining
Yeah, remember how we found ourselves the next day?
A real enlightenment
Remember how we shared our guts?
We didn’t feel like writing
Now I’m afraid that I’m afraid to let it go
Well if you wanna change my life, I won’t
I keep my friends close
I keep my friends close
And keep my better friends closer
Let us go forward together
Safe in a memory, a highway passing me by
If we ever get off track for a minute then
Promise me you won’t forget how we spent half of our lives
No one’s gonna love you more than I do
Even if it means we’ve gotta go our separate ways after a while
I learned to keep my friends close through hard times
I’ll always back you up like external hard drives
Sipping bottles up on North Church, watching the cars slide
In snowy little Goshen, our lives
Can only be defined and redefined through all these cycles we’re assigned
And our experiences are marks of what we leave behind
I’m looking for a reason I can’t seem to find
I guess that people change, and I guess that even I’ve learned a lesson
To keep your friends close, and keep your better your better friends closer
Yeah, that’s right, believe it
I’ve been trying to say goodbye
Let us go forward together
Safe in a memory, a highway passing me by
If we ever get off track for a minute then
Promise me you won’t forget how we spent half of our lives
No one’s gonna love you more than I do
Even if it means we’ve gotta go our separate ways after a while
I learned to keep my friends close through hard times
I’ll always back you up like external hard drives.
Written/performed
by Dylan Owen
Music by Nico Marchese
Produced by Nico Marchese
Keep Your Friends Close, 2012
Inspired by my favorite distant Stranger.
When we meet again we will not be strangers
Just old souls trying to find ourselves in the dust
So when we meet again we will not be strangers
In the garden of the angels of above
I will take you home to me.
When we meet again we will not be strangers
Past divided lives of our state lines that got forsaken
Never thought we’d fall asleep without retainers
In the mountains it was raining now we’re nowhere in our love
I wanna lower the above, tear heaven down, and put it in your backyard
Build the two of us a family, safe from all the bad parts,
Try to forget there were dates when we ended affection
Put an O after that X and say I neglected to mention:
You were on my mind of all this time, packed my bags for education
And lost you somewhere in your Next to Normal explanation
Wrote the Book Report, using your paper and pencil
Never thought I’d see New York as far away until I met you
Now I’m overcome by Ralph perfume, airplanes and routes confused
With why we can’t proceed with seeing how this garden’s flowers bloom
It took me eight weeks just to not doubt the news--
I suppose that we just see things from a different altitude.
And in the garden of the gods, if that peony dies,
Then I hope that we can push up daisies side by side
Because I know that things are better when you’re by my side
Yeah I know everything is better when you’re by my side
And like the Columbines, this is where the Wild Things grow wild
You don’t have the guts to let them grow inside ya
One day when I’m a rock star, and you’re a Rockette,
I hope that shiny crown around your neck will not have dropped yet.
So,
When we meet again we will not be strangers
Just old souls trying to find ourselves in the dust
So when we meet again we will not be strangers
In the garden of the angels of above
I will take you home to me.
When we meet again we will not be strangers
Just old souls trying to find ourselves if in love
Then when we meet again we will not be strangers
In the garden of the angels of above
I will take you home to me.
I’m madly in love with you—but six words is not enough
To illustrate the dawn’s beauty when the lawn lit up
Crawl into your fort, shred every map that keeps us separated
Starting with the one from history class from that tape
I carry with me cancer’s connotation, so I’d never say that word
And I know extra vowels on the end of his name won’t make the burn subside
But if you try to abide to what makes it hurt
And just embrace it, then we’ll conquer this
C’mon, we’ll make it work
In the garden of the gods, if that peony dies
Then I hope that we can push up daisies side by side
When you unplugged the technology that rules our lives
You therefore chose to cut off the electricity that fuels our fire
And I know everything is better when you’re by my side
I’m happy king of our once fake empire
I will take you home, I am your designated driver
Singing, “You and I” when six separated states divide us
Hold our breath and close our eyes.
When we meet again we will not be strangers
Just old souls trying to find ourselves in the dust
So when we meet again we will not be strangers
In the garden of the angels of above
I will take you home to me.
Music by Nico Marchese
Produced by Nico Marchese
Keep Your Friends Close, 2012
Inspired by my favorite distant Stranger.
When we meet again we will not be strangers
Just old souls trying to find ourselves in the dust
So when we meet again we will not be strangers
In the garden of the angels of above
I will take you home to me.
When we meet again we will not be strangers
Past divided lives of our state lines that got forsaken
Never thought we’d fall asleep without retainers
In the mountains it was raining now we’re nowhere in our love
I wanna lower the above, tear heaven down, and put it in your backyard
Build the two of us a family, safe from all the bad parts,
Try to forget there were dates when we ended affection
Put an O after that X and say I neglected to mention:
You were on my mind of all this time, packed my bags for education
And lost you somewhere in your Next to Normal explanation
Wrote the Book Report, using your paper and pencil
Never thought I’d see New York as far away until I met you
Now I’m overcome by Ralph perfume, airplanes and routes confused
With why we can’t proceed with seeing how this garden’s flowers bloom
It took me eight weeks just to not doubt the news--
I suppose that we just see things from a different altitude.
And in the garden of the gods, if that peony dies,
Then I hope that we can push up daisies side by side
Because I know that things are better when you’re by my side
Yeah I know everything is better when you’re by my side
And like the Columbines, this is where the Wild Things grow wild
You don’t have the guts to let them grow inside ya
One day when I’m a rock star, and you’re a Rockette,
I hope that shiny crown around your neck will not have dropped yet.
So,
When we meet again we will not be strangers
Just old souls trying to find ourselves in the dust
So when we meet again we will not be strangers
In the garden of the angels of above
I will take you home to me.
When we meet again we will not be strangers
Just old souls trying to find ourselves if in love
Then when we meet again we will not be strangers
In the garden of the angels of above
I will take you home to me.
I’m madly in love with you—but six words is not enough
To illustrate the dawn’s beauty when the lawn lit up
Crawl into your fort, shred every map that keeps us separated
Starting with the one from history class from that tape
I carry with me cancer’s connotation, so I’d never say that word
And I know extra vowels on the end of his name won’t make the burn subside
But if you try to abide to what makes it hurt
And just embrace it, then we’ll conquer this
C’mon, we’ll make it work
In the garden of the gods, if that peony dies
Then I hope that we can push up daisies side by side
When you unplugged the technology that rules our lives
You therefore chose to cut off the electricity that fuels our fire
And I know everything is better when you’re by my side
I’m happy king of our once fake empire
I will take you home, I am your designated driver
Singing, “You and I” when six separated states divide us
Hold our breath and close our eyes.
When we meet again we will not be strangers
Just old souls trying to find ourselves in the dust
So when we meet again we will not be strangers
In the garden of the angels of above
I will take you home to me.
Written/performed by Dylan Owen
Music by Nico Marchese
Produced by Nico Marchese
Bass guitar by Joe Owen
Keep Your Friends Close, 2012
Inspired by a perfect drive home from an unforgettable show, and learning to let go of those things that haunt you, no matter how terrifying that may be.
I got ghosts
Yeah, and
This is not the scenic route
Close your eyes let me show you what I dream about
We fell asleep upon the ride home
To the raindrops and stereo and my phone buzzin’
But I had never heard a sweeter sound
Than all your cluttered thoughts slowly almost leaking out
Like we could do this with our eyes closed
As I listened to you try to hit the high notes
I said “It’s a simple thing that I’m thinking upon
Yes, I’ve been prickled, but I’m soon to be figuring out”
In a different time zone
Watching the fireflies fly
I’m always far away
From where my mind goes by you
Put a mountain in my way and I could climb that
Or put an ocean in my way and I could dive right through it
It’s funny how we stand unchanged in plans unmade
I’ve always been a runaway but can’t complain
Because
Yeah and this is not the scenic route
Just a tragedy away
So put your grievance out
Until we’ve fought off all our goddamn ghosts
I’m sorry that we got that close (That we got that close)
Yeah and this is not the scenic route
Just a tragedy away
So put your grievance out
Until we’ve fought off all our goddamn ghosts
I’m sorry that we got that close (Yeah and I got ghosts)
I got ghosts
I got ghosts
I’m sorry that we got that close
Take my weathered hands and feel me reaching out
As if the heavy of life is gonna even out
She said “I’m sorry, but I’m leaving now”
They said “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but I’m leaving now”
There’s too much shit that we don’t speak about, awkward silence
Oftentimes I’ve been talking to my waterline trying to make my demons drown
If things have changed since that ride home
Then we’re an accident away from being fine,
So
I think it’s funny how we never hit the high road
Somebody get something or run
Like they called the Five-0, die slow, or
Pose up on this sunset town
‘Cause only gravity can hold all of our upsets down
We could climb up to your rooftop
Our young chests pound
About to levitate and everything will come back around
I been
Waiting a lifetime to touch that ground
So if I burned this bridge, would you jump that, now?
Yeah and this is not the scenic route
Just a tragedy away
So put your grievance out
Until we’ve fought off all our goddamn ghosts
I’m sorry that we got that close (That we got that close)
Yeah and this is not the scenic route
Just a tragedy away
So put your grievance out
Until we’ve fought off all our goddamn ghosts
I’m sorry that we got that close (Yeah and I got ghosts)
Yeah and this is not the scenic route
Yeah and this is not the scenic route
So if you’re getting sick of leaving,
Or even repeating weaving a seam to the people who seem to be cold
Yeah I know that you have fevers and sleep with your secrets
Seeking a seal for the ceiling right before it falls on us both
I believe in leaving demons, bereaving a reason
We could only see those deepened seeds and that they needed to grow.
Most emcees these days spit promotional rhymes
Is it wrong that I’m in touch with my emotional side?
As a kid I used to wonder where the ocean would die
And if there’s anybody like me hoping on the other side.
Now I’m just broken enough to evoke emotion in both of us
Open and spoken and totaled in lines
I’m gonna write things off when I go to revise
Nobody’s ghost is colder than mine
Despite the old jokes and life lessons that we’ll hopefully find
Years down the road honestly that’s totally fine
But in your mailbox an envelope will open your eyes
Keep your friends close, I’ll always with mine
Yeah and this is not the scenic route
Just a tragedy away
So put your grievance out
Until we’ve fought off all our goddamn ghosts
I’m sorry that we got that close (That we got that close)
Yeah and this is not the scenic route
Just a tragedy away
So put your grievance out
Until we’ve fought off all our goddamn ghosts
I’m sorry that we got that close
But I will not apologize.
Yeah I will not apologize
I said, “I’m sorry that we got that close”
But this is not the scenic route home.
I got ghosts
I got ghosts
I got ghosts
She said “I’m sorry, but I’m leaving now”
They said “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but I’m leaving now”
Music by Nico Marchese
Produced by Nico Marchese
Bass guitar by Joe Owen
Keep Your Friends Close, 2012
Inspired by a perfect drive home from an unforgettable show, and learning to let go of those things that haunt you, no matter how terrifying that may be.
I got ghosts
Yeah, and
This is not the scenic route
Close your eyes let me show you what I dream about
We fell asleep upon the ride home
To the raindrops and stereo and my phone buzzin’
But I had never heard a sweeter sound
Than all your cluttered thoughts slowly almost leaking out
Like we could do this with our eyes closed
As I listened to you try to hit the high notes
I said “It’s a simple thing that I’m thinking upon
Yes, I’ve been prickled, but I’m soon to be figuring out”
In a different time zone
Watching the fireflies fly
I’m always far away
From where my mind goes by you
Put a mountain in my way and I could climb that
Or put an ocean in my way and I could dive right through it
It’s funny how we stand unchanged in plans unmade
I’ve always been a runaway but can’t complain
Because
Yeah and this is not the scenic route
Just a tragedy away
So put your grievance out
Until we’ve fought off all our goddamn ghosts
I’m sorry that we got that close (That we got that close)
Yeah and this is not the scenic route
Just a tragedy away
So put your grievance out
Until we’ve fought off all our goddamn ghosts
I’m sorry that we got that close (Yeah and I got ghosts)
I got ghosts
I got ghosts
I’m sorry that we got that close
Take my weathered hands and feel me reaching out
As if the heavy of life is gonna even out
She said “I’m sorry, but I’m leaving now”
They said “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but I’m leaving now”
There’s too much shit that we don’t speak about, awkward silence
Oftentimes I’ve been talking to my waterline trying to make my demons drown
If things have changed since that ride home
Then we’re an accident away from being fine,
So
I think it’s funny how we never hit the high road
Somebody get something or run
Like they called the Five-0, die slow, or
Pose up on this sunset town
‘Cause only gravity can hold all of our upsets down
We could climb up to your rooftop
Our young chests pound
About to levitate and everything will come back around
I been
Waiting a lifetime to touch that ground
So if I burned this bridge, would you jump that, now?
Yeah and this is not the scenic route
Just a tragedy away
So put your grievance out
Until we’ve fought off all our goddamn ghosts
I’m sorry that we got that close (That we got that close)
Yeah and this is not the scenic route
Just a tragedy away
So put your grievance out
Until we’ve fought off all our goddamn ghosts
I’m sorry that we got that close (Yeah and I got ghosts)
Yeah and this is not the scenic route
Yeah and this is not the scenic route
So if you’re getting sick of leaving,
Or even repeating weaving a seam to the people who seem to be cold
Yeah I know that you have fevers and sleep with your secrets
Seeking a seal for the ceiling right before it falls on us both
I believe in leaving demons, bereaving a reason
We could only see those deepened seeds and that they needed to grow.
Most emcees these days spit promotional rhymes
Is it wrong that I’m in touch with my emotional side?
As a kid I used to wonder where the ocean would die
And if there’s anybody like me hoping on the other side.
Now I’m just broken enough to evoke emotion in both of us
Open and spoken and totaled in lines
I’m gonna write things off when I go to revise
Nobody’s ghost is colder than mine
Despite the old jokes and life lessons that we’ll hopefully find
Years down the road honestly that’s totally fine
But in your mailbox an envelope will open your eyes
Keep your friends close, I’ll always with mine
Yeah and this is not the scenic route
Just a tragedy away
So put your grievance out
Until we’ve fought off all our goddamn ghosts
I’m sorry that we got that close (That we got that close)
Yeah and this is not the scenic route
Just a tragedy away
So put your grievance out
Until we’ve fought off all our goddamn ghosts
I’m sorry that we got that close
But I will not apologize.
Yeah I will not apologize
I said, “I’m sorry that we got that close”
But this is not the scenic route home.
I got ghosts
I got ghosts
I got ghosts
She said “I’m sorry, but I’m leaving now”
They said “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but I’m leaving now”
Written/performed
by Dylan Owen
Produced by DJ Grumble
Keep Your Friends Close, 2012
Inspired by my travels during various changing phases of my life, and the longing to see good times come back around.
We fell in love on the phone
In the funniest tone
Now it’s a struggle try to trouble you to come back home
I’ve been here for a while look how much of it’s grown
Gotta glorify a story that nobody has told
This is life in real time, in life I’ve realized, that lightning’s gonna strike if you don’t cover your toes
Dignified, victimized, different lives, signifying
They were lying when they told you that nobody’s alone
‘Cause I’m alone in this fort we built
Still holding on to your bones, tell your corpse be still
All the songs I compose with the force we willed
Shows every bridge that we burn, we of course rebuild
Off course, rebuild
Upon that secret hand-holding technique
Mark it on the calendar with a plan you hope for next week
I thought that it was perfect when I said those lines
Adding hours to my life out on west coast time
It’s the comeback, the comeback, the comeback home
I’m saying please wont you come back home
Because I’m sick of throwing rocks at your window writing comeback poems
And saying please wont you come back home
Yeah despite all my travels I have come back home
So despite all your travels won’t you come back home
Won’t you come back just come back just come back just come back home
It’s the comeback
The comeback home
I’ve made a few mistakes but Ill be using them to pave my roads
As if sleeping with a catholic girl could save my soul
As if the weight of all these heavy things could break my bones
I try to shed my old skin and change my clothes
Put up my hood and hold the moment in passing
Me and LuLu from Denver talk music put our Souls into Action
I keep a shiny metal bullet in my pocket that says “DJ Grumble”
We gon’ blow up at any second bro, but we stay humble
And I’m recounting my measure of miles
Dad said to always leave a dear friend with a smile
But as I walk on, my shoes, remind me of me
My soul’s worn down but my tongue still speaks
Check it
Shoutout to Miah from Seattle got a tattoo of my lyrics on her shoulder blades
This one’s a toast to the roads that we’ll always take
And for a stranger to carry my burden on her back is something that time won’t erase
Until our ghosts’ll fade
Just gotta come home just come home just come home someday
It’s the comeback the comeback the comeback home
I’m saying please won’t you come back just come back just come back home
I take a step into the sun from this black room
My name is Dylan and there’s blood on my tracks too
Cover the path I carved if we’re gonna be gone this late
And put my pen in the middle just to compensate
Get it?
I swear to God that this is not my fate
Lost looking for a commonplace
We said goodbye on the phone
In the loveliest tone
Now it’s a struggle try to juggle this puzzle alone
It isn’t light like the candle kind
And when we think about life we don’t plan to die
But when we think about lights we all plan to shine
Keep in mind, we all gon’ grow up like dandelions
Or Amanda Bynes
This is the comeback, the comeback home
I’m saying please won’t you come back home
Because I’m sick of writing all these fucking songs about you
Come back home
I’m sick of looking at our picture
Won’t you come back home?
I’m sick of thinking bout you all the time
Come back home
I’m sick of sleeping alone
Won’t you come back, just come back home?
It’s the comeback, the comeback home,
It’s the comeback, the comeback, the comeback,
The come back home.
And so in the end, we end up right where we started
You gotta keep your friends close ‘cause it’s hard when they’re far away
Produced by DJ Grumble
Keep Your Friends Close, 2012
Inspired by my travels during various changing phases of my life, and the longing to see good times come back around.
We fell in love on the phone
In the funniest tone
Now it’s a struggle try to trouble you to come back home
I’ve been here for a while look how much of it’s grown
Gotta glorify a story that nobody has told
This is life in real time, in life I’ve realized, that lightning’s gonna strike if you don’t cover your toes
Dignified, victimized, different lives, signifying
They were lying when they told you that nobody’s alone
‘Cause I’m alone in this fort we built
Still holding on to your bones, tell your corpse be still
All the songs I compose with the force we willed
Shows every bridge that we burn, we of course rebuild
Off course, rebuild
Upon that secret hand-holding technique
Mark it on the calendar with a plan you hope for next week
I thought that it was perfect when I said those lines
Adding hours to my life out on west coast time
It’s the comeback, the comeback, the comeback home
I’m saying please wont you come back home
Because I’m sick of throwing rocks at your window writing comeback poems
And saying please wont you come back home
Yeah despite all my travels I have come back home
So despite all your travels won’t you come back home
Won’t you come back just come back just come back just come back home
It’s the comeback
The comeback home
I’ve made a few mistakes but Ill be using them to pave my roads
As if sleeping with a catholic girl could save my soul
As if the weight of all these heavy things could break my bones
I try to shed my old skin and change my clothes
Put up my hood and hold the moment in passing
Me and LuLu from Denver talk music put our Souls into Action
I keep a shiny metal bullet in my pocket that says “DJ Grumble”
We gon’ blow up at any second bro, but we stay humble
And I’m recounting my measure of miles
Dad said to always leave a dear friend with a smile
But as I walk on, my shoes, remind me of me
My soul’s worn down but my tongue still speaks
Check it
Shoutout to Miah from Seattle got a tattoo of my lyrics on her shoulder blades
This one’s a toast to the roads that we’ll always take
And for a stranger to carry my burden on her back is something that time won’t erase
Until our ghosts’ll fade
Just gotta come home just come home just come home someday
It’s the comeback the comeback the comeback home
I’m saying please won’t you come back just come back just come back home
I take a step into the sun from this black room
My name is Dylan and there’s blood on my tracks too
Cover the path I carved if we’re gonna be gone this late
And put my pen in the middle just to compensate
Get it?
I swear to God that this is not my fate
Lost looking for a commonplace
We said goodbye on the phone
In the loveliest tone
Now it’s a struggle try to juggle this puzzle alone
It isn’t light like the candle kind
And when we think about life we don’t plan to die
But when we think about lights we all plan to shine
Keep in mind, we all gon’ grow up like dandelions
Or Amanda Bynes
This is the comeback, the comeback home
I’m saying please won’t you come back home
Because I’m sick of writing all these fucking songs about you
Come back home
I’m sick of looking at our picture
Won’t you come back home?
I’m sick of thinking bout you all the time
Come back home
I’m sick of sleeping alone
Won’t you come back, just come back home?
It’s the comeback, the comeback home,
It’s the comeback, the comeback, the comeback,
The come back home.
And so in the end, we end up right where we started
You gotta keep your friends close ‘cause it’s hard when they’re far away
Written/performed
by Dylan Owen
Produced by Kose
Addl. vocals by Ashworth, Grace Kelly, & Doug Schadt
Keep Your Friends Close, 2012
Inspired by the strength of writing.
This paper is my bible, this pen in my hand
I used to pray for my survival now I'm sketching my plans
And if it's safe to say my savior is this notebook, I level my stance
I'm sending twenty six letters with stamps
I understand you've have a better fate, forget it, get it, go and get your center straight
I'm getting straight with my demons, watch me demonstrate
I've never been afraid of having fears
I know this life can put a Slug in you like Atmosphere
But now I'm
Hiking home with a microphone
Trapped as a widower enlight my soul
At night alone
I would like to fight the fight's bite
But it's bitter when I write my poems
Born and raised awake
Poorly fade away
Snore the day away
Sorely lay awake
Nights I know
What a better way to betterment I better get a better fate or write my own
This is the answer key
Don't let it tear apart
Drumbeat up meet up with me
On an upbeat of my failing heart beat
But never let them tell you not to carry on
I've got one question all I need's an answer and I'm gone
This song is my scripture
It flows through my veins
With every single note's fluctuation holding me
My only escape
I'm painting
With my religion prophesized on a tape deck
My explanation for how and why this makes sense
Life goes by fast, break necks
Like we did as children
Change swept
Divorce came
Names kept
Another new neighbor came and went, you can take my clothes
But you will never break my bones
I focus, write it off, of my self perception
Handle a little bit of pain if I can just channel it into my self expression
Hate how we say goodbye, for the first time I had felt depression
I'm gonna spill my heart out
I'll go to hell confessing
Everything
The sidewalk has cracks I learned
That every one will tell a story like a raconteur
So if you chase me, try to capture my passion before it bursts
You can start your own fire, you don't have to burn
Burn this whole place down.
If I can start my own fire
I won't have to burn
Who says I can't take this whole place down?
Produced by Kose
Addl. vocals by Ashworth, Grace Kelly, & Doug Schadt
Keep Your Friends Close, 2012
Inspired by the strength of writing.
This paper is my bible, this pen in my hand
I used to pray for my survival now I'm sketching my plans
And if it's safe to say my savior is this notebook, I level my stance
I'm sending twenty six letters with stamps
I understand you've have a better fate, forget it, get it, go and get your center straight
I'm getting straight with my demons, watch me demonstrate
I've never been afraid of having fears
I know this life can put a Slug in you like Atmosphere
But now I'm
Hiking home with a microphone
Trapped as a widower enlight my soul
At night alone
I would like to fight the fight's bite
But it's bitter when I write my poems
Born and raised awake
Poorly fade away
Snore the day away
Sorely lay awake
Nights I know
What a better way to betterment I better get a better fate or write my own
This is the answer key
Don't let it tear apart
Drumbeat up meet up with me
On an upbeat of my failing heart beat
But never let them tell you not to carry on
I've got one question all I need's an answer and I'm gone
This song is my scripture
It flows through my veins
With every single note's fluctuation holding me
My only escape
I'm painting
With my religion prophesized on a tape deck
My explanation for how and why this makes sense
Life goes by fast, break necks
Like we did as children
Change swept
Divorce came
Names kept
Another new neighbor came and went, you can take my clothes
But you will never break my bones
I focus, write it off, of my self perception
Handle a little bit of pain if I can just channel it into my self expression
Hate how we say goodbye, for the first time I had felt depression
I'm gonna spill my heart out
I'll go to hell confessing
Everything
The sidewalk has cracks I learned
That every one will tell a story like a raconteur
So if you chase me, try to capture my passion before it bursts
You can start your own fire, you don't have to burn
Burn this whole place down.
If I can start my own fire
I won't have to burn
Who says I can't take this whole place down?
Written/performed
by Dylan Owen & Kinetics
Produced by Nico Marchese
Guitar by Joe Owen
Keep Your Friends Close, 2012
Inspired by being in the middle of tension, and holding on to what has already gone away.
[Dylan]:
In the middle with a plan in mind
I’ve got a riddle with a bit of what I stand behind
I’ve gotta hit em with a venom that I can’t define
Handle our silence and pantomime
Because you can’t stop me
Don’t ever believe that you can fight with a weapon of peace
Moving on with a scarred face
Caught between a rock and a hard place,
I’m back for the edit, shot, snap, and get it
Don’t stop, got energy a lot like kinetics’
Friends aren’t friends for the cameraman
If they bend at the end like an ampersand
I’m in the middle with a floating wish I carry
You would think I spoke to visionaries
As a kid I was dope at Pictionary
Everything that I wrote epistolary
Now I sing with the quotes that I bring with my flow
Everything I’m supposed to list is heavy
Spread the word like a pope or missionary
Get it heard, always bones to pick or bury
Little kids think I wrote the dictionary
Anyway to cope, I coast, and I paid my time
Burned my alarm clock days gone by
Tattooed the page an ink stain on mine, so
New face rap game incomer
Gonna wait till it’s right till I bite this sucker
I stayed up all night every night this summer
‘Cause I’ve only got one love like Tim Sommers,
Thank god for my OCD
Double time touch twice with a flow so free
In the middle where our ghosts gon’ be
I’m letting go of what we both don’t need
I wont ever let this drag me down
In the middle with a hope so hollow
Long days on this road don’t follow me
In the middle with a hope so hollow
Cannot break what I say don’t bottle me
Yeah I pack my bags, I pack my bags and I go
[Kinetics]:
Now, why you gotta be so proud?
Why you always wanna keep me down?
Take a bow, let them tears pour
Maybe then you'll think of before
Before you bit that apple
Left with your stomach full
And before we grew so far
And dangerously comfortable
Way before these strangers
And the anger that we're holdin' back
Way before we blocked our numbers
And deleted photographs
There was a time
When I felt like I wasn't up in the middle
Of a wasteland
'Cause you moved on, and I moved on
But we still sing the same old song
I read that music off my phone
But with you I still do not know where I stand
Right in the middle? Right on the border?
I know that I still have a place in your memory
Even if it is just a piece of the corner
Yup yup, yeah, what a tough task
To uh, just laugh at a roughed up past
But I thus must ask, does love last?
Fuck that, fuck fast, puff puff pass
Pass it now
Go ahead, don't be saddened now
Let it go, or you're never gonna know
If it loves you enough to come back around
I'll pack my bags today
Tell my girl that we have to break
If the middle's where I have to stay
Then I guess that's a chance that I have to take
In the middle with a hope so hollow
Long days on this road don’t follow me
In the middle with a hope so hollow
Cannot break what I say don’t bottle me
Yeah I pack my bags, I pack my bags and I go
Produced by Nico Marchese
Guitar by Joe Owen
Keep Your Friends Close, 2012
Inspired by being in the middle of tension, and holding on to what has already gone away.
[Dylan]:
In the middle with a plan in mind
I’ve got a riddle with a bit of what I stand behind
I’ve gotta hit em with a venom that I can’t define
Handle our silence and pantomime
Because you can’t stop me
Don’t ever believe that you can fight with a weapon of peace
Moving on with a scarred face
Caught between a rock and a hard place,
I’m back for the edit, shot, snap, and get it
Don’t stop, got energy a lot like kinetics’
Friends aren’t friends for the cameraman
If they bend at the end like an ampersand
I’m in the middle with a floating wish I carry
You would think I spoke to visionaries
As a kid I was dope at Pictionary
Everything that I wrote epistolary
Now I sing with the quotes that I bring with my flow
Everything I’m supposed to list is heavy
Spread the word like a pope or missionary
Get it heard, always bones to pick or bury
Little kids think I wrote the dictionary
Anyway to cope, I coast, and I paid my time
Burned my alarm clock days gone by
Tattooed the page an ink stain on mine, so
New face rap game incomer
Gonna wait till it’s right till I bite this sucker
I stayed up all night every night this summer
‘Cause I’ve only got one love like Tim Sommers,
Thank god for my OCD
Double time touch twice with a flow so free
In the middle where our ghosts gon’ be
I’m letting go of what we both don’t need
I wont ever let this drag me down
In the middle with a hope so hollow
Long days on this road don’t follow me
In the middle with a hope so hollow
Cannot break what I say don’t bottle me
Yeah I pack my bags, I pack my bags and I go
[Kinetics]:
Now, why you gotta be so proud?
Why you always wanna keep me down?
Take a bow, let them tears pour
Maybe then you'll think of before
Before you bit that apple
Left with your stomach full
And before we grew so far
And dangerously comfortable
Way before these strangers
And the anger that we're holdin' back
Way before we blocked our numbers
And deleted photographs
There was a time
When I felt like I wasn't up in the middle
Of a wasteland
'Cause you moved on, and I moved on
But we still sing the same old song
I read that music off my phone
But with you I still do not know where I stand
Right in the middle? Right on the border?
I know that I still have a place in your memory
Even if it is just a piece of the corner
Yup yup, yeah, what a tough task
To uh, just laugh at a roughed up past
But I thus must ask, does love last?
Fuck that, fuck fast, puff puff pass
Pass it now
Go ahead, don't be saddened now
Let it go, or you're never gonna know
If it loves you enough to come back around
I'll pack my bags today
Tell my girl that we have to break
If the middle's where I have to stay
Then I guess that's a chance that I have to take
In the middle with a hope so hollow
Long days on this road don’t follow me
In the middle with a hope so hollow
Cannot break what I say don’t bottle me
Yeah I pack my bags, I pack my bags and I go
Written/performed
by Dylan Owen Music by Dylan Owen, Devin Arne & Nico Marchese
Produced by Nico Marchese & Devin Arne
Guitar by Joe Owen & Devin Arne
Strings by Gabe Valle, Deirdre DeStefano, Nicole Frederick, & Jessica Spencer
Keep Your Friends Close, 2012
Additional vocals/piano by Aidan Cooper Inspired by the best freshman year of college I could have asked for. Love you guys.
I did a year in the Ivy League
But I don’t know where I’m from, ‘cause every time I’m in love, I decide to leave
There’s a compass that I keep inside of me
And its destination is pointing to a destiny I might not reach
They’ll write a story ‘bout our novelty
Up on the hillside below the horizon where the sun shines free
Yeah I’ve never been a settler but oh my god how I miss my colony
Carry me on
This past year’s a mystery
I’m surprised it didn’t finish me off
‘Cause I learned all about history
And psychology of course
But I could never wait to see the planes fly
With a half-empty glass, I raised mine
A toast to the hope we’d been waiting to find
I would never burn a bridge so gorgeous ain’t go lie
I said I’m too tired of this constantly changing
And I think about my old home, it’s probably raining
Am I freer? Surfacing cleaner than IKEA?
Hence your name, knew you’d understand why I had to fly, Kia
I’ve been around the world and back got no scars
For all the friends I’m not close with, postcards
I don’t think I’m comfortable dormant
Well that’s barely a necessity at one in the morning
I woke up on back to an English girl asking
If she would like my words as much without my New York accent
I don’t know, I get home, for a second then I go
And lock eyes with some strangers I’ll never get to know
Saying
I don’t sleep I don’t sleep I don’t sleep
I don’t sleep I don’t sleep I don’t sleep
I know we’re alone for the minute but no matter how we finish this’ll always be a home for me
In a circle I found it then
That this life is gonna bring us around again
So no matter what you say I won’t be
I won’t leave, I won’t leave, I won’t leave
Carry me on
I pressed eject on my memory card
Took the camera with me, if I ever see dark
I’ll flash right back to you wherever we are
Because our separate sediments settled, veteran hearts
I’ve been to the center of the world
Yeah I’ve been to the center of the world
I’ve been to the center of the world
And it’s just a hard core
Like heavy guitars
I’m saying I don’t wanna know right know
Feeling so locked down
Looking up, tracing heaven in stars
I rode my lane until I broke my pain
We were camping out frozen on the beach, you didn’t know my name
It’d been a while since I shook my fate
He dressed like Kanye but he looked like Drake
I was learning how to balance
Steady on the longboard
Watching my roommate draw Becky from the warm shore
We took the car down to Buttermilk Falls
At midnight, the water wasn’t that cold at all
But I didn’t jump in, you know why?
Because it would have been a while till my soul dried
I don’t sleep I don’t sleep I don’t sleep
I don’t sleep I don’t sleep I don’t sleep
I know we’re alone for the minute but no matter how we finish this’ll always be a home for me
In a circle I found it then
That this life is gonna bring us around again
So no matter what you say I won’t be
I won’t leave, I won’t leave, I won’t leave
Carry me on
They say that Ithaca is Fences now
And ever since they put them up none of us are getting out
They say that Ithaca is Fences now
And ever since they put them up none of us are getting out
They say that Ithaca is Fences now
And ever since they put them up none of us are getting out
Well take it from me, ‘cause I’m on my way,
This’ll always look gorgeous from so far away.
If we fall asleep tonight
Our love will keep us warm
And you know these days will pass us by
Until we all wake up on our own
Produced by Nico Marchese & Devin Arne
Guitar by Joe Owen & Devin Arne
Strings by Gabe Valle, Deirdre DeStefano, Nicole Frederick, & Jessica Spencer
Keep Your Friends Close, 2012
Additional vocals/piano by Aidan Cooper Inspired by the best freshman year of college I could have asked for. Love you guys.
I did a year in the Ivy League
But I don’t know where I’m from, ‘cause every time I’m in love, I decide to leave
There’s a compass that I keep inside of me
And its destination is pointing to a destiny I might not reach
They’ll write a story ‘bout our novelty
Up on the hillside below the horizon where the sun shines free
Yeah I’ve never been a settler but oh my god how I miss my colony
Carry me on
This past year’s a mystery
I’m surprised it didn’t finish me off
‘Cause I learned all about history
And psychology of course
But I could never wait to see the planes fly
With a half-empty glass, I raised mine
A toast to the hope we’d been waiting to find
I would never burn a bridge so gorgeous ain’t go lie
I said I’m too tired of this constantly changing
And I think about my old home, it’s probably raining
Am I freer? Surfacing cleaner than IKEA?
Hence your name, knew you’d understand why I had to fly, Kia
I’ve been around the world and back got no scars
For all the friends I’m not close with, postcards
I don’t think I’m comfortable dormant
Well that’s barely a necessity at one in the morning
I woke up on back to an English girl asking
If she would like my words as much without my New York accent
I don’t know, I get home, for a second then I go
And lock eyes with some strangers I’ll never get to know
Saying
I don’t sleep I don’t sleep I don’t sleep
I don’t sleep I don’t sleep I don’t sleep
I know we’re alone for the minute but no matter how we finish this’ll always be a home for me
In a circle I found it then
That this life is gonna bring us around again
So no matter what you say I won’t be
I won’t leave, I won’t leave, I won’t leave
Carry me on
I pressed eject on my memory card
Took the camera with me, if I ever see dark
I’ll flash right back to you wherever we are
Because our separate sediments settled, veteran hearts
I’ve been to the center of the world
Yeah I’ve been to the center of the world
I’ve been to the center of the world
And it’s just a hard core
Like heavy guitars
I’m saying I don’t wanna know right know
Feeling so locked down
Looking up, tracing heaven in stars
I rode my lane until I broke my pain
We were camping out frozen on the beach, you didn’t know my name
It’d been a while since I shook my fate
He dressed like Kanye but he looked like Drake
I was learning how to balance
Steady on the longboard
Watching my roommate draw Becky from the warm shore
We took the car down to Buttermilk Falls
At midnight, the water wasn’t that cold at all
But I didn’t jump in, you know why?
Because it would have been a while till my soul dried
I don’t sleep I don’t sleep I don’t sleep
I don’t sleep I don’t sleep I don’t sleep
I know we’re alone for the minute but no matter how we finish this’ll always be a home for me
In a circle I found it then
That this life is gonna bring us around again
So no matter what you say I won’t be
I won’t leave, I won’t leave, I won’t leave
Carry me on
They say that Ithaca is Fences now
And ever since they put them up none of us are getting out
They say that Ithaca is Fences now
And ever since they put them up none of us are getting out
They say that Ithaca is Fences now
And ever since they put them up none of us are getting out
Well take it from me, ‘cause I’m on my way,
This’ll always look gorgeous from so far away.
If we fall asleep tonight
Our love will keep us warm
And you know these days will pass us by
Until we all wake up on our own
Written
by Dylan Owen
Performed by Dylan Owen & Regina Zaremba
Music by Dylan Owen Produced by Nico Marchese
Guitar by Devin Arne Strings by Gabe Valle, Deirdre DeStefano, Nicole Frederick, & Jessica Spencer
Keep Your Friends Close, 2012
Inspired by new friends, and the wild hunt for a place called home.
[Dylan & Regina]:
I want you to be my landmark
Go on and guide me home
I’ve been lost long for miles ago
If we get landlocked, then our tired souls
Won’t sail away
Before we’re gone.
[Dylan]:
If we’ve all moved on
By the time summer’s gone
Then I might have to rewrite this story in my palms
The wind was blowing calm then I settled and it shook me, but I paid no mind
Stay awake until the day goes quiet
I spent the rest of the weekend getting high off old photographs
Burning those memories that hold us back
Somewhere in our plotline
We were on a folded path
I had not forgotten
I’m the loneliest kind
And I just don’t know
Why
This cold has gotta go to my mind
The world is so big
But it feels so small
When I try to fit my soul inside
[Dylan & Regina]:
If we’re not dead by the time summer ends
Then I might have to rewrite my story again
I saw it from a window in a city where they race their lives
Wait forever let the days tear by
I’ve got a bad habit of holding onto what has finished
When I came back from college all my friends smoked cigarettes
And I was just to packing my things too soon
Yeah you can’t control the roads you choose
But perhaps we could pretend all our scars are invisible tattoos
And decorate our bodies with the bad things we’ve been through
I knew we could make it on the ride home
From the concert with the lights along the silos
[Dylan]:
Yeah and if we don’t die then it’s probably not our time
So I might have to rewrite this chapter in our lives
It took a lot out of me I hadn’t been home
It’s cliché but the winter of this past year was cold
Yeah I’m only nineteen but my mind is older
And when things got for real my warm heart turned colder
Now the future’s in an emptiness, a place called mine
I can mark but can’t erase those times
Sick of
One too many months spent living in the darkness
One too many friends gone lifted on their starships
All of us dependent on some wish upon a star shit
Just like you I’ve been writing just to lift us through a hardship
[Dylan & Regina]:
It’s something that I’ve got in my bones
I said I’m more than a skeleton I honestly know
That if this life might swallow me whole
Then I’ll be hungry for somebody to believe in me
Is it ironic that the loneliness is eating me?
I don’t think I’ll pay no mind
Keep your warm heart closer than the rays that light your way
Saying
If we’re not dead by the time summer ends
Then I might have to rewrite my story in pen
And I
I just don’t know why
Just don’t know just don’t know just don’t know
Why
This world is so big
But it feels so small
When we go to fit our souls inside
[Dylan & Regina]:
I want you to be my landmark
Go on and guide me home (Guide me home)
I’ve been lost long for miles ago (All on my own)
If we get landlocked then, our tired souls
Won’t sail away
Before we’re gone.
I want you to be my landmark
Go on and guide me home (Guide me home)
I’ve been lost long for miles ago (All on my own)
If we get landlocked then, our tired souls
Won’t sail away
Before we’re gone.
This is the end of the beginning.
Performed by Dylan Owen & Regina Zaremba
Music by Dylan Owen Produced by Nico Marchese
Guitar by Devin Arne Strings by Gabe Valle, Deirdre DeStefano, Nicole Frederick, & Jessica Spencer
Keep Your Friends Close, 2012
Inspired by new friends, and the wild hunt for a place called home.
[Dylan & Regina]:
I want you to be my landmark
Go on and guide me home
I’ve been lost long for miles ago
If we get landlocked, then our tired souls
Won’t sail away
Before we’re gone.
[Dylan]:
If we’ve all moved on
By the time summer’s gone
Then I might have to rewrite this story in my palms
The wind was blowing calm then I settled and it shook me, but I paid no mind
Stay awake until the day goes quiet
I spent the rest of the weekend getting high off old photographs
Burning those memories that hold us back
Somewhere in our plotline
We were on a folded path
I had not forgotten
I’m the loneliest kind
And I just don’t know
Why
This cold has gotta go to my mind
The world is so big
But it feels so small
When I try to fit my soul inside
[Dylan & Regina]:
If we’re not dead by the time summer ends
Then I might have to rewrite my story again
I saw it from a window in a city where they race their lives
Wait forever let the days tear by
I’ve got a bad habit of holding onto what has finished
When I came back from college all my friends smoked cigarettes
And I was just to packing my things too soon
Yeah you can’t control the roads you choose
But perhaps we could pretend all our scars are invisible tattoos
And decorate our bodies with the bad things we’ve been through
I knew we could make it on the ride home
From the concert with the lights along the silos
[Dylan]:
Yeah and if we don’t die then it’s probably not our time
So I might have to rewrite this chapter in our lives
It took a lot out of me I hadn’t been home
It’s cliché but the winter of this past year was cold
Yeah I’m only nineteen but my mind is older
And when things got for real my warm heart turned colder
Now the future’s in an emptiness, a place called mine
I can mark but can’t erase those times
Sick of
One too many months spent living in the darkness
One too many friends gone lifted on their starships
All of us dependent on some wish upon a star shit
Just like you I’ve been writing just to lift us through a hardship
[Dylan & Regina]:
It’s something that I’ve got in my bones
I said I’m more than a skeleton I honestly know
That if this life might swallow me whole
Then I’ll be hungry for somebody to believe in me
Is it ironic that the loneliness is eating me?
I don’t think I’ll pay no mind
Keep your warm heart closer than the rays that light your way
Saying
If we’re not dead by the time summer ends
Then I might have to rewrite my story in pen
And I
I just don’t know why
Just don’t know just don’t know just don’t know
Why
This world is so big
But it feels so small
When we go to fit our souls inside
[Dylan & Regina]:
I want you to be my landmark
Go on and guide me home (Guide me home)
I’ve been lost long for miles ago (All on my own)
If we get landlocked then, our tired souls
Won’t sail away
Before we’re gone.
I want you to be my landmark
Go on and guide me home (Guide me home)
I’ve been lost long for miles ago (All on my own)
If we get landlocked then, our tired souls
Won’t sail away
Before we’re gone.
This is the end of the beginning.
Written/performed
by Dylan Owen & Aidan Cooper
Music by Aidan Cooper & Nico Marchese
Produced by Nico Marchese
Keep Your Friends Close, 2012
Inspired by the loneliest place I’ve ever been.
[Aidan]:
I saw lonely faces
Going to lonelier places
I saw people just walking to their death
And if you came looking for God
Then you’re shit out of luck
But the Devil’s just sitting over there
And he’s got a lifetime of pain
Hell you are one in the same
So go on and march with him tonight
And he’ll say,
“Stay here, soul”
You’ll stay there awhile
He’ll say,
“Stay here, soul”
You’ll stay there awhile
Alone in Mexico
Alone in Mexico
[Dylan]:
The lonelier the highway, the prettier the view
But the sooner I will paint my ocean blue
Yeah it’s funny how we all are constantly in limbo
Win or lose ‘cause if you fall
You’re bound to learn a thing or two
I’ve always been a traveler
A backpack and dusty mirror kind of kid
Shoulder centric hoping heaven takes him type of shit
Broken necked and motel checked-in no perspective type of wishing
Holds his lessons close as measuring this distance
Don’t regret it
I put on for my small town-city
Saying God’s gonna forgive you if you fall down with me
Sort it out
I wish I didn’t miss your calls now literally
Fault found
All out
Falling take these
Walls down with me
Both of us are different now
Heavier than calmer stages
We could dig our graves together
Bury this in conversation
Waste away our days together
Weather this on rocks of patience
Overcome geography in case I get to
See you again
If I don’t see you again
If I don’t see you again
If I don’t see you again
If I don’t see you again I’ll pack my bags
Write a letter to my friends
Pretend I never wrote an album bout you, this is how it ends
So yeah the lonelier the highway, the prettier the view
And the sooner I won’t be alone with you
We used to swing dance in kitchens,
And kiss at red lights
But now there’s no sense in writing
Down the things we used to do
I swear to God I wanna erase what you’ve been through make a point using my pencil put my sneaker through your window
If we cannot see this through
But if I see your pretty face again, I’ll lay you down in rose
I’ll remove your newest tattoos and I’ll take off all your clothes
I am sixty-five, squinting out of wrinkled eyes, I hope
I don’t identify the best of times as dead inside my soul
I’ve always been a traveler, a dusty sneaker kind kid
A battlefield lover and a tourist to your lips
But when something magic we love dies or fuses into mist
You’ll be the cutest number on my bucket list
I hope I see you again
I hope I see you again
Until I see you again.
[Aidan]:
The lonelier the highway, the prettier the view
And the sooner it takes me home to you
And so people will say that you’re not even my own
‘Cause I sat there and burned down your home
I’ve had a lifetime of pain
Hell we are one in the same
So I go and march with you tonight
And I said,
“Stay here, soul”
You’ll stay there a while
I say,
“Stay here, soul”
You’ll stay there a while
Alone in Mexico
Alone in Mexico
Music by Aidan Cooper & Nico Marchese
Produced by Nico Marchese
Keep Your Friends Close, 2012
Inspired by the loneliest place I’ve ever been.
[Aidan]:
I saw lonely faces
Going to lonelier places
I saw people just walking to their death
And if you came looking for God
Then you’re shit out of luck
But the Devil’s just sitting over there
And he’s got a lifetime of pain
Hell you are one in the same
So go on and march with him tonight
And he’ll say,
“Stay here, soul”
You’ll stay there awhile
He’ll say,
“Stay here, soul”
You’ll stay there awhile
Alone in Mexico
Alone in Mexico
[Dylan]:
The lonelier the highway, the prettier the view
But the sooner I will paint my ocean blue
Yeah it’s funny how we all are constantly in limbo
Win or lose ‘cause if you fall
You’re bound to learn a thing or two
I’ve always been a traveler
A backpack and dusty mirror kind of kid
Shoulder centric hoping heaven takes him type of shit
Broken necked and motel checked-in no perspective type of wishing
Holds his lessons close as measuring this distance
Don’t regret it
I put on for my small town-city
Saying God’s gonna forgive you if you fall down with me
Sort it out
I wish I didn’t miss your calls now literally
Fault found
All out
Falling take these
Walls down with me
Both of us are different now
Heavier than calmer stages
We could dig our graves together
Bury this in conversation
Waste away our days together
Weather this on rocks of patience
Overcome geography in case I get to
See you again
If I don’t see you again
If I don’t see you again
If I don’t see you again
If I don’t see you again I’ll pack my bags
Write a letter to my friends
Pretend I never wrote an album bout you, this is how it ends
So yeah the lonelier the highway, the prettier the view
And the sooner I won’t be alone with you
We used to swing dance in kitchens,
And kiss at red lights
But now there’s no sense in writing
Down the things we used to do
I swear to God I wanna erase what you’ve been through make a point using my pencil put my sneaker through your window
If we cannot see this through
But if I see your pretty face again, I’ll lay you down in rose
I’ll remove your newest tattoos and I’ll take off all your clothes
I am sixty-five, squinting out of wrinkled eyes, I hope
I don’t identify the best of times as dead inside my soul
I’ve always been a traveler, a dusty sneaker kind kid
A battlefield lover and a tourist to your lips
But when something magic we love dies or fuses into mist
You’ll be the cutest number on my bucket list
I hope I see you again
I hope I see you again
Until I see you again.
[Aidan]:
The lonelier the highway, the prettier the view
And the sooner it takes me home to you
And so people will say that you’re not even my own
‘Cause I sat there and burned down your home
I’ve had a lifetime of pain
Hell we are one in the same
So I go and march with you tonight
And I said,
“Stay here, soul”
You’ll stay there a while
I say,
“Stay here, soul”
You’ll stay there a while
Alone in Mexico
Alone in Mexico
Written/performed
by Dylan Owen
Produced by DJ Grumble
Keep Your Friends Close, 2012
Inspired by the good times.
Put your hand over your hear like it’s the pledge of allegiance
And if you’ve been here from the start, I can tell when you’re speaking
But if you’re planning to depart
I’ll tell you get up and leave and
We all gon’ die one day
That might be true but I won’t ever believe it
So if you’re stepping to me you gon’ need a medical reason
Are you excessively bleeding or getting anemic?
For a second bulimic?
Microphone checking your fever for deadly diseases
I need a place to bury my grievances
So
I am back, vinyl scratch
Middle name? Guess it is Stephen after the saint
Blessed for a reason
You’ll need the whole metric system just to measure my genius
And even longer just to measure my
It’s DJ grumble on the beat and yo the temperature’s heating whatever the season is
Walk in my shoes and you gon’ step to my demons
Led Zeppelin told me that the steps to heaven have steepened
And so I’m praying to a God that we both separate believe in
That’s right, we put on that soulful music last night
Moving effortlessly in a sea of meshing with me
And so if you’re stressing let expression be especially free
And let that beat rock most definitely
Welcome to the crossroads
And we were there.
Put your hand up to the sky if you’ve forever been reaching
And put your hand over your eyes if things are better when dreaming
My confession is I don’t expect to be any special being
And I am no legend, but please don’t neglect what you’re seeing
I’ve been infected by infections injected by weaponry but I bet if you step to me
I still have better achievements
And if you lose your girl, trust me, bet you’re better than he is
You gotta keep your friends close so you’ll be set for the weekend
Take my sentences and rhetoric read it and then let it get meaning
You raise me up to like, the seventh degree
And so if you get depressed or restless, invested in jealousy,
Upset, or feathered and beaten, bleeding, eventually just recognize
I am just a doorman, working till the door slams
Checking out adorable girls whatever the key is
I don’t claim to have it but I know that we could grab it or get it with ease
Jumping off the edge of my seat and I’m saying
Welcome to the crossroads
And we were there.
Produced by DJ Grumble
Keep Your Friends Close, 2012
Inspired by the good times.
Put your hand over your hear like it’s the pledge of allegiance
And if you’ve been here from the start, I can tell when you’re speaking
But if you’re planning to depart
I’ll tell you get up and leave and
We all gon’ die one day
That might be true but I won’t ever believe it
So if you’re stepping to me you gon’ need a medical reason
Are you excessively bleeding or getting anemic?
For a second bulimic?
Microphone checking your fever for deadly diseases
I need a place to bury my grievances
So
I am back, vinyl scratch
Middle name? Guess it is Stephen after the saint
Blessed for a reason
You’ll need the whole metric system just to measure my genius
And even longer just to measure my
It’s DJ grumble on the beat and yo the temperature’s heating whatever the season is
Walk in my shoes and you gon’ step to my demons
Led Zeppelin told me that the steps to heaven have steepened
And so I’m praying to a God that we both separate believe in
That’s right, we put on that soulful music last night
Moving effortlessly in a sea of meshing with me
And so if you’re stressing let expression be especially free
And let that beat rock most definitely
Welcome to the crossroads
And we were there.
Put your hand up to the sky if you’ve forever been reaching
And put your hand over your eyes if things are better when dreaming
My confession is I don’t expect to be any special being
And I am no legend, but please don’t neglect what you’re seeing
I’ve been infected by infections injected by weaponry but I bet if you step to me
I still have better achievements
And if you lose your girl, trust me, bet you’re better than he is
You gotta keep your friends close so you’ll be set for the weekend
Take my sentences and rhetoric read it and then let it get meaning
You raise me up to like, the seventh degree
And so if you get depressed or restless, invested in jealousy,
Upset, or feathered and beaten, bleeding, eventually just recognize
I am just a doorman, working till the door slams
Checking out adorable girls whatever the key is
I don’t claim to have it but I know that we could grab it or get it with ease
Jumping off the edge of my seat and I’m saying
Welcome to the crossroads
And we were there.
Written/performed by Dylan Owen
Music by Dylan Owen, Nico Marchese
Produced by Nico Marchese, Devin Arne
Senioritis, 2010
Inspired by countless nights on Suicide Hill with my friends, and by the endless feeling of longing for childhood that comes with age.
Intro
You are my favorite miracle
I have seen you in a field of marigolds
But I’m glad I don’t have to give my prayers to you
‘Cause I know we’ll make it through whatever happens
Verse 1
I don’t care how we proceed
I just care that you know me.
I’ve got bags under my eyes
Like I’ve been carrying groceries for a long time
With a strong mind, we were brought up on the wrong side
Of the railroad cross-slide where my Grandma says they all die.
But if you think about it, every soldier fights for compromise.
I can’t predict the future but we all can prophesize
On your bedroom floor where I promised I would never grow up
I think since then I’ve seen we all eventually go
To that white hospital bed, we watched your dad lay
And almost turn into a ghost, Ghost, I know you’ve had a bad day
But that’s okay buddy ‘cause I swear to God I’m by your side.
And I’ll be with you any time you say you’re down to ride.
So, here I am in the midst of feeling tired
Watching fireworks from your garage in old facades that we’ll retire.
I only recently believed that we’ve got tires in our souls
That don’t weary any time we go to drive ‘em.
Chorus
We’re the suicide kids
We only think about ourselves
And keep secrets, like ‘I won’t tell.’
And up on Suicide Hill, where we climbed high as hell
We used to hide out and try to find ourselves.
We are the suicide kids
We only think about ourselves
And keep secrets, like ‘I won’t tell.’
And up on Suicide Hill, when we got high as hell
We used to hide out and try too hard to find ourselves.
Verse 2
And so I started liking English
It managed my expressions
And felt like wet cement;
It could carry my impressions.
What if the butterflies inside our stomachs are still hatching?
Or imagine that we search the dirt pile and find the hatchets that we buried?
In light of all this faith that I still can’t believe
You left it on the trampoline when you were barely teen.
I mean we traveled to September, the summer-killing month
And missed the cigarette kisses and the poems that I wrote that sucked.
But on that white hospital bed you watched your brother cry.
Now I swear I’ll shave my head, grow out my hair some other time.
‘Cause I’ve been fighting things myself, I can be his savior
I cleaned my room and emptied out those medicine containers.
So that I can take this pencil, the one meant for the book report,
Use up all its graphite on emotions I’ve been looking for
Lose myself inside a childhood of looking forward
Well, whatever, life just took its course.
I hope you’re looking for
The suicide kids
We only think about ourselves
And keep secrets, like ‘I won’t tell.’
And up on Suicide Hill, where we climbed high as hell
We used to hide out and try to find ourselves.
We are the suicide kids
We only think about ourselves
And keep secrets, like ‘I won’t tell.’
And up on Suicide Hill, when we got high as hell
We used to hide out and try too hard to find ourselves.
Refrain x 2
You are my favorite miracle
I have seen you in a field of marigolds
But I’m glad I don’t have to give my prayers to you
‘Cause I know we’ll make it through whatever happens
And on that white hospital bed, we’ll watch each other lie
And swear that it’s forever on the tattoos that we cover.
I don’t believe in miracles but I have at other times
And I believe that I can carry all your troubles. I swear
On that white hospital bed, we’ll watch each other lie
And swear that it’s forever on the scars that we cover.
I don’t believe in miracles but I have at other times
And I believe that I can carry all your troubles. I swear
That I’mma take this pencil, the one meant for the book report
Use up all its graphite on emotions I’ve been looking for
Lose myself inside a childhood of looking forward
Well, whatever, life just took its course.
I hope you’re looking for
The suicide kids in every person that you haven’t met
And all the perfect places that we haven’t been to yet
All the cameras and the passed-out floors that I haven’t mentioned yet
You give ‘em hell kid and never let yourself forget.
‘Cause we’ve all got higher hills to climb regardless of our depths
But I would never look to suicide if I had nothing left.
I would simply form a smile thinking back on all my friends
And read The Book Report I wrote so many years ago again.
Music by Dylan Owen, Nico Marchese
Produced by Nico Marchese, Devin Arne
Senioritis, 2010
Inspired by countless nights on Suicide Hill with my friends, and by the endless feeling of longing for childhood that comes with age.
Intro
You are my favorite miracle
I have seen you in a field of marigolds
But I’m glad I don’t have to give my prayers to you
‘Cause I know we’ll make it through whatever happens
Verse 1
I don’t care how we proceed
I just care that you know me.
I’ve got bags under my eyes
Like I’ve been carrying groceries for a long time
With a strong mind, we were brought up on the wrong side
Of the railroad cross-slide where my Grandma says they all die.
But if you think about it, every soldier fights for compromise.
I can’t predict the future but we all can prophesize
On your bedroom floor where I promised I would never grow up
I think since then I’ve seen we all eventually go
To that white hospital bed, we watched your dad lay
And almost turn into a ghost, Ghost, I know you’ve had a bad day
But that’s okay buddy ‘cause I swear to God I’m by your side.
And I’ll be with you any time you say you’re down to ride.
So, here I am in the midst of feeling tired
Watching fireworks from your garage in old facades that we’ll retire.
I only recently believed that we’ve got tires in our souls
That don’t weary any time we go to drive ‘em.
Chorus
We’re the suicide kids
We only think about ourselves
And keep secrets, like ‘I won’t tell.’
And up on Suicide Hill, where we climbed high as hell
We used to hide out and try to find ourselves.
We are the suicide kids
We only think about ourselves
And keep secrets, like ‘I won’t tell.’
And up on Suicide Hill, when we got high as hell
We used to hide out and try too hard to find ourselves.
Verse 2
And so I started liking English
It managed my expressions
And felt like wet cement;
It could carry my impressions.
What if the butterflies inside our stomachs are still hatching?
Or imagine that we search the dirt pile and find the hatchets that we buried?
In light of all this faith that I still can’t believe
You left it on the trampoline when you were barely teen.
I mean we traveled to September, the summer-killing month
And missed the cigarette kisses and the poems that I wrote that sucked.
But on that white hospital bed you watched your brother cry.
Now I swear I’ll shave my head, grow out my hair some other time.
‘Cause I’ve been fighting things myself, I can be his savior
I cleaned my room and emptied out those medicine containers.
So that I can take this pencil, the one meant for the book report,
Use up all its graphite on emotions I’ve been looking for
Lose myself inside a childhood of looking forward
Well, whatever, life just took its course.
I hope you’re looking for
The suicide kids
We only think about ourselves
And keep secrets, like ‘I won’t tell.’
And up on Suicide Hill, where we climbed high as hell
We used to hide out and try to find ourselves.
We are the suicide kids
We only think about ourselves
And keep secrets, like ‘I won’t tell.’
And up on Suicide Hill, when we got high as hell
We used to hide out and try too hard to find ourselves.
Refrain x 2
You are my favorite miracle
I have seen you in a field of marigolds
But I’m glad I don’t have to give my prayers to you
‘Cause I know we’ll make it through whatever happens
And on that white hospital bed, we’ll watch each other lie
And swear that it’s forever on the tattoos that we cover.
I don’t believe in miracles but I have at other times
And I believe that I can carry all your troubles. I swear
On that white hospital bed, we’ll watch each other lie
And swear that it’s forever on the scars that we cover.
I don’t believe in miracles but I have at other times
And I believe that I can carry all your troubles. I swear
That I’mma take this pencil, the one meant for the book report
Use up all its graphite on emotions I’ve been looking for
Lose myself inside a childhood of looking forward
Well, whatever, life just took its course.
I hope you’re looking for
The suicide kids in every person that you haven’t met
And all the perfect places that we haven’t been to yet
All the cameras and the passed-out floors that I haven’t mentioned yet
You give ‘em hell kid and never let yourself forget.
‘Cause we’ve all got higher hills to climb regardless of our depths
But I would never look to suicide if I had nothing left.
I would simply form a smile thinking back on all my friends
And read The Book Report I wrote so many years ago again.
Written/performed
by Dylan Owen & Jesse Denaro
Music by Jesse Denaro
Produced by Nico Marchese
Senioritis, 2010
Inspired by summer campfire parties, flings & relationships, and a few old friends.
Jesse
I’ve got postcards for all the friends I’m not close with
I’ve got broken hearts from the summers where we lost ourselves
I’ve got Band-Aids for all the girls that I’ve broken
But darling we will be alright.
Darling we will be alright.
Dylan
I’m so glad you’re listening, I know we’ve had our differences
But the past diminishes if we can laugh at how it’s finished.
It’s funny now how I can imagine us as little kids.
Innocent, when I still had your magnets on my kitchen fridge
And we were limitless, young with no pain.
I guess the more you walk in ‘em the more your soles change.
Our silhouettes will last until the evening’s slow fade
When this lonely campfire reminds me of old flames.
I was just being honest when I told your best friend
That I wanna explore all the places that I’ve never been
But that broke her little heart. So you and I saw strange winds
You were a stranger, it’s strange to try to be your friend again.
We don’t have a lot to die for. So smile more
And tonight let’s preserve what remains like a dinosaur.
You and I before the black shade of the night sky.
I know it’s only paper but damn I hope you like my postcards.
Jesse
I’ve got postcards for all the friends I’m not close with
I’ve got broken hearts from the summers where we lost ourselves
I’ve got Band-Aids for all the girls that I’ve broken
But darling we will be alright.
Darling we will be alright.
Dylan
You know I’m bad at listening and, shit, we’ve had our differences
But the past diminishes if we can laugh at how it finishes.
It’s funny now how we’ve established grimaces
From when we got mad, killed what we had, and stabbed the witnesses.
Let’s take it back before the days of the confusion
Back before you know who was dating raging lunatics
Back before Nujabes and Proof became elusive
Back before Auto-Tune sucked at making music.
I wasn’t being honest when I told your best friend
That I thought I might have loved her right before we had sex.
So we’ve still got mad shit that we’ve gotta address
But there are bigger issues that we haven’t passed yet.
All those friendships born in summer took their last breaths
And I haven’t seen like any of ‘em in class since.
Our sticky skin and two cups toasting to the night sky.
Your discipline will turn to ashes if you like my postcards.
Jesse
I’ve got postcards for all the friends I’m not close with
I’ve got broken hearts from the summers where we lost ourselves
I’ve got Band-Aids for all the girls that I’ve broken
But darling we will be alright.
Darling we will be alright.
Jesse
Darling,
We will be alright, we will be alright.
Darling,
We will make it out alive.
I said, “Let’s leave our secrets with the night sky”
And,
“Darling, we will be alright.”
Dylan & Jesse
Because I’ve got postcards for all the friends I’m not close with.
Broken hearts from the summers where we lost ourselves.
Band-Aids for all the girls that I’ve broken.
But darling, we gon’ be alright.
Postcards.
Broken hearts.
Band-Aids.
But darling, we gon’ be alright.
Music by Jesse Denaro
Produced by Nico Marchese
Senioritis, 2010
Inspired by summer campfire parties, flings & relationships, and a few old friends.
Jesse
I’ve got postcards for all the friends I’m not close with
I’ve got broken hearts from the summers where we lost ourselves
I’ve got Band-Aids for all the girls that I’ve broken
But darling we will be alright.
Darling we will be alright.
Dylan
I’m so glad you’re listening, I know we’ve had our differences
But the past diminishes if we can laugh at how it’s finished.
It’s funny now how I can imagine us as little kids.
Innocent, when I still had your magnets on my kitchen fridge
And we were limitless, young with no pain.
I guess the more you walk in ‘em the more your soles change.
Our silhouettes will last until the evening’s slow fade
When this lonely campfire reminds me of old flames.
I was just being honest when I told your best friend
That I wanna explore all the places that I’ve never been
But that broke her little heart. So you and I saw strange winds
You were a stranger, it’s strange to try to be your friend again.
We don’t have a lot to die for. So smile more
And tonight let’s preserve what remains like a dinosaur.
You and I before the black shade of the night sky.
I know it’s only paper but damn I hope you like my postcards.
Jesse
I’ve got postcards for all the friends I’m not close with
I’ve got broken hearts from the summers where we lost ourselves
I’ve got Band-Aids for all the girls that I’ve broken
But darling we will be alright.
Darling we will be alright.
Dylan
You know I’m bad at listening and, shit, we’ve had our differences
But the past diminishes if we can laugh at how it finishes.
It’s funny now how we’ve established grimaces
From when we got mad, killed what we had, and stabbed the witnesses.
Let’s take it back before the days of the confusion
Back before you know who was dating raging lunatics
Back before Nujabes and Proof became elusive
Back before Auto-Tune sucked at making music.
I wasn’t being honest when I told your best friend
That I thought I might have loved her right before we had sex.
So we’ve still got mad shit that we’ve gotta address
But there are bigger issues that we haven’t passed yet.
All those friendships born in summer took their last breaths
And I haven’t seen like any of ‘em in class since.
Our sticky skin and two cups toasting to the night sky.
Your discipline will turn to ashes if you like my postcards.
Jesse
I’ve got postcards for all the friends I’m not close with
I’ve got broken hearts from the summers where we lost ourselves
I’ve got Band-Aids for all the girls that I’ve broken
But darling we will be alright.
Darling we will be alright.
Jesse
Darling,
We will be alright, we will be alright.
Darling,
We will make it out alive.
I said, “Let’s leave our secrets with the night sky”
And,
“Darling, we will be alright.”
Dylan & Jesse
Because I’ve got postcards for all the friends I’m not close with.
Broken hearts from the summers where we lost ourselves.
Band-Aids for all the girls that I’ve broken.
But darling, we gon’ be alright.
Postcards.
Broken hearts.
Band-Aids.
But darling, we gon’ be alright.
Written/performed by Dylan Owen
Music by Nico Marchese
Produced by Nico Marchese, Devin Arne
Senioritis, 2010
Wear it proudly, Max. You are the owner of this world.
"As I sit up behind my mom’s house and watch the railroad tracks where I know that people lived and breathed and worked and died
I think… there’s gotta be something more than this.
I wish I could show this song to every stranger that I meet because every stranger is someone new, and they’ve got their own story.
And this is my story.
Check it"
I ripped the calendar down
I started settling.
I made it home to my small-town development
After walking past the picket fence and telling ‘em
That I found some things out on my own.
And I wrote it on a bathroom stall door in Pennsylvania to forget it
Yeah but somehow just writing it down made me remember that
My heart is as big as an elephant knocking at your door
But I don’t knock there anymore, shit.
So that’s irrelevant. I’m constantly in reverse
I’ve been around the block so many times that my feet hurt
The stories underneath our sneakers teach me new words
Like Austin from Newburgh reminding me to “Do Work”
I read it in graffiti on a Newark bridge
That the infinite abyss of Garden State is just a myth
But that don’t make it dumber. I still loved it in the summer.
Yeah I’ve loved the drive-in movies since last summer.
And I don’t need a map to know my way around,
I’ve been traveling too long to lie and say I’ve found nothing.
I’ll take the path that’s still buried in the ground.
I wear my past on my sleeve and my heart like a crown.
Man I don’t need a map to know my way around,
I’ve been traveling too long to lie and say I’ve found nothing.
I’ll take the path that’s still buried in the ground.
I wear my past on my sleeve and my heart like a crown.
I ripped the calendar down
I started settling.
I took a picture of my small town, developed it and
I just admired all the little things’ elegance:
The cracks in their sidewalks and stones.
And I found it on a Rhode Island balcony window where I was venting
All your seventh grade betterment of anti-depressants
Really didn’t make me better at all. So keep your medicines
I’ll keep my DJ, don’t insult my intelligence.
We saw Bob Dylan after months of hard rain
We tried to stay friends saying, “those were our days”
It was 2:07 in the morning, watching cards race
Everybody’s got something that’s hard for them to chase.
Maybe I do think too much of Colorado
Springs from my heart some kind of fate I can’t follow.
Like how the cigars and novels of South Harwich Port passed
But I don’t need y’all to tell me that.
And I don’t need a map to know my way around,
I’ve been traveling too long to lie and say I’ve found nothing.
I’ll take the path that’s still buried in the ground.
I wear my past on my sleeve and my heart like a crown.
Man I don’t need a map to know my way around,
I’ve been traveling too long to lie and say I’ve found nothing.
I’ll take the path that’s still buried in the ground.
I wear my past on my sleeve and my heart like a crown
So check it.
Music by Nico Marchese
Produced by Nico Marchese, Devin Arne
Senioritis, 2010
Wear it proudly, Max. You are the owner of this world.
"As I sit up behind my mom’s house and watch the railroad tracks where I know that people lived and breathed and worked and died
I think… there’s gotta be something more than this.
I wish I could show this song to every stranger that I meet because every stranger is someone new, and they’ve got their own story.
And this is my story.
Check it"
I ripped the calendar down
I started settling.
I made it home to my small-town development
After walking past the picket fence and telling ‘em
That I found some things out on my own.
And I wrote it on a bathroom stall door in Pennsylvania to forget it
Yeah but somehow just writing it down made me remember that
My heart is as big as an elephant knocking at your door
But I don’t knock there anymore, shit.
So that’s irrelevant. I’m constantly in reverse
I’ve been around the block so many times that my feet hurt
The stories underneath our sneakers teach me new words
Like Austin from Newburgh reminding me to “Do Work”
I read it in graffiti on a Newark bridge
That the infinite abyss of Garden State is just a myth
But that don’t make it dumber. I still loved it in the summer.
Yeah I’ve loved the drive-in movies since last summer.
And I don’t need a map to know my way around,
I’ve been traveling too long to lie and say I’ve found nothing.
I’ll take the path that’s still buried in the ground.
I wear my past on my sleeve and my heart like a crown.
Man I don’t need a map to know my way around,
I’ve been traveling too long to lie and say I’ve found nothing.
I’ll take the path that’s still buried in the ground.
I wear my past on my sleeve and my heart like a crown.
I ripped the calendar down
I started settling.
I took a picture of my small town, developed it and
I just admired all the little things’ elegance:
The cracks in their sidewalks and stones.
And I found it on a Rhode Island balcony window where I was venting
All your seventh grade betterment of anti-depressants
Really didn’t make me better at all. So keep your medicines
I’ll keep my DJ, don’t insult my intelligence.
We saw Bob Dylan after months of hard rain
We tried to stay friends saying, “those were our days”
It was 2:07 in the morning, watching cards race
Everybody’s got something that’s hard for them to chase.
Maybe I do think too much of Colorado
Springs from my heart some kind of fate I can’t follow.
Like how the cigars and novels of South Harwich Port passed
But I don’t need y’all to tell me that.
And I don’t need a map to know my way around,
I’ve been traveling too long to lie and say I’ve found nothing.
I’ll take the path that’s still buried in the ground.
I wear my past on my sleeve and my heart like a crown.
Man I don’t need a map to know my way around,
I’ve been traveling too long to lie and say I’ve found nothing.
I’ll take the path that’s still buried in the ground.
I wear my past on my sleeve and my heart like a crown
So check it.
Written/performed by Dylan Owen
Music by Nico Marchese
Produced by Nico Marchese, Devin Arne
Senioritis, 2010
“I neglected to say that you’re on my mind, all the time”—ARG
I’m left behind trying to smile at your lonely ghost
I guess I’ll find you in some miles on the open road
And I will take you home like a designated driver
And hold you until heaven waits to find ya.
There’s probably not too many other people you could simply touch and coat in gold
But for me you reconnect the pieces of my broken soul
So, if last week’s another seven days behind us,
Then I guess I gotta wait until I resonate inside ya.
I can’t wait to be beside ya, I’ll admit it all the pictures
That I’ve pictured in my mind were just envisioned on the simplest of slides,
Dismissing all the superficial lines that I’ve been fishing with.
The sea’s got too many fish to cry in
But I verified I’m terrified to make decisions
Since I learned that Michigan is shaped like a mitten
And I learned that Tanner is a girl’s name.
When they were listening to John Mayer, we were waiting on the world to change
Its mind. I suppose this caged prison isn’t mine
But is a fixture in which my imagination dies.
I’m on a mission to make sense of every plan I paint in fiction
Till the next plane is landing, I’ll be waiting for you there, thinking that
Chorus
I will take you home like a designated driver
I will take you home like a designated driver
I will take you home as if I was your designated driver
And hold on to you close ‘cause eventually I’ll find you
And I will take you home like a designated driver
And I will take you home like a designated driver
I will take you home as if I was your designated driver
And hold on to your bones in case eventually you die before I find you.
And I will keep your secrets warm.
Like the time we lost ourselves beneath the floorboards
It was all raw and it was written on the floor
So I will take you home Delilah that’s where you belong
Until I will I lift you to the visions I’ve enlisted in my summer journal entries
That all say “I miss you, Stranger, it’s been centuries,
We’ve both been very well.” A show-and-tell of carried mail
We lived in our epistles through a love that comes from fairy tales.
But whatever we’re given we’ve been given without reason
And within what I’m living I’ve been living without breathing.
It’s a hell like forest fires in a fit since our stations parted
Hey soul sister, your lip stick stained my heart
And if you take apart the distance, break it into pieces
You can see that not everything that’s stabbed starts to bleed.
And so I know I won’t be bleeding. Yeah I know I won’t be bleeding.
As long as you promise me that you won’t ever leave me, I believe that
Chorus
I will take you home like a designated driver
I will take you home like a designated driver
I will take you home as if I was your designated driver
And hold on to you close ‘cause eventually I’ll find you
And I will take you home like a designated driver
And I will take you home like a designated driver
I will take you home as if I was your designated driver
And hold on to your bones in case eventually you die before I find you.
Outro
I hold my breath and I close my eyes and I look to the West where they turn back the time for you.
I know the dawn of a new day should rise but I wish that New York would just turn back its time for me.
Music by Nico Marchese
Produced by Nico Marchese, Devin Arne
Senioritis, 2010
“I neglected to say that you’re on my mind, all the time”—ARG
I’m left behind trying to smile at your lonely ghost
I guess I’ll find you in some miles on the open road
And I will take you home like a designated driver
And hold you until heaven waits to find ya.
There’s probably not too many other people you could simply touch and coat in gold
But for me you reconnect the pieces of my broken soul
So, if last week’s another seven days behind us,
Then I guess I gotta wait until I resonate inside ya.
I can’t wait to be beside ya, I’ll admit it all the pictures
That I’ve pictured in my mind were just envisioned on the simplest of slides,
Dismissing all the superficial lines that I’ve been fishing with.
The sea’s got too many fish to cry in
But I verified I’m terrified to make decisions
Since I learned that Michigan is shaped like a mitten
And I learned that Tanner is a girl’s name.
When they were listening to John Mayer, we were waiting on the world to change
Its mind. I suppose this caged prison isn’t mine
But is a fixture in which my imagination dies.
I’m on a mission to make sense of every plan I paint in fiction
Till the next plane is landing, I’ll be waiting for you there, thinking that
Chorus
I will take you home like a designated driver
I will take you home like a designated driver
I will take you home as if I was your designated driver
And hold on to you close ‘cause eventually I’ll find you
And I will take you home like a designated driver
And I will take you home like a designated driver
I will take you home as if I was your designated driver
And hold on to your bones in case eventually you die before I find you.
And I will keep your secrets warm.
Like the time we lost ourselves beneath the floorboards
It was all raw and it was written on the floor
So I will take you home Delilah that’s where you belong
Until I will I lift you to the visions I’ve enlisted in my summer journal entries
That all say “I miss you, Stranger, it’s been centuries,
We’ve both been very well.” A show-and-tell of carried mail
We lived in our epistles through a love that comes from fairy tales.
But whatever we’re given we’ve been given without reason
And within what I’m living I’ve been living without breathing.
It’s a hell like forest fires in a fit since our stations parted
Hey soul sister, your lip stick stained my heart
And if you take apart the distance, break it into pieces
You can see that not everything that’s stabbed starts to bleed.
And so I know I won’t be bleeding. Yeah I know I won’t be bleeding.
As long as you promise me that you won’t ever leave me, I believe that
Chorus
I will take you home like a designated driver
I will take you home like a designated driver
I will take you home as if I was your designated driver
And hold on to you close ‘cause eventually I’ll find you
And I will take you home like a designated driver
And I will take you home like a designated driver
I will take you home as if I was your designated driver
And hold on to your bones in case eventually you die before I find you.
Outro
I hold my breath and I close my eyes and I look to the West where they turn back the time for you.
I know the dawn of a new day should rise but I wish that New York would just turn back its time for me.
Written/performed by Dylan Owen
Music by Nico Marchese
Produced by Nico Marchese, Devin Arne
Senioritis, 2010
Started in AP Bio as a ‘happy song’ for my friends Dan, Joey, and Grom. It’s dedicated to all my friends from senior year.
VERSE 1
I would never be an alcoholic, but I love beer
Me and the guys smile every time we does cheers
Hooking up with bitches, who gives a shit what’s weird
Your girl got a tramp stamp that says, “Dylan was here.”
And so I’m rapping nice if we’re getting trashed tonight
Whether we’ve got Bud Lime, Coors Light, or Natty Ice
Let’s start at seven so the lightweights are gone at eight
But I just keep at it like looking for a prom date
Let’s play some King’s, put on music, maybe sing.
Don’t invite that lame ass crew, or I’mma say some things
But that’s a different story. Yeah I hate a lot
I still laugh my fucking ass off every time we’re taking shots.
Lose your mind with my rhymes and new environments
If your vision’s not aligned then who the fuck is driving?
You’d better drop 5 and sign in, ‘cause here we go
Maybe we can even smoke some weed if you’re feeling low
CHORUS
THROW YOUR HANDS UP AND STAND UP AND CLAP TWICE
IF YOU’RE DOWN TO PARTY THEN LET’S DO THIS SHIT TONIGHT
THROW YOUR DRINKS UP AND THINK, GIRL, THAT’S RIGHT
IF I DON’T SEE YOU ON THE FLOOR BY SIX THEN THAT’S LIKE
Me writing a drinking song and it being good
Me writing a drinking song and it being really good
Me writing a drinking song and it being good
Me writing a drinking song, I wonder if I could
SO THROW YOUR HANDS UP AND STAND UP AND CLAP TWICE
IF YOU’RE DOWN TO PARTY THEN LET’S DO THIS SHIT TONIGHT
THROW YOUR DRINKS UP AND THINK, MAN, THAT’S RIGHT
IF I DON’T SEE YOU ON THE FLOOR BY SIX THEN THAT’S LIKE
Me writing a drinking song and it being good
Me writing a drinking song and it being really good
Me writing a drinking song and it being good
Me writing a drinking song, I wonder if I could
VERSE 2
I would never be an alcoholic, but I love drinking
After a mad long day when I’m done thinking
Talking up loose girls who let the drugs kick in
I just wanna eat some lunch chicken.
‘Cause I’ve got rhymes like the ones I’m spitting
You love dumb women?
Hold up, cut the beat.
Who doesn’t love dumb women?
All I need’s a bottle and a toast to something awesome
All I need’s a table and some flip cups across it
You trying to be my pong partner? Step your game up!
You trying to drink with us, man? Get your weight up!
I’ll shotgun as if it’s hunting season but the reason
That these sluts are leaving is because I’m too drunk to even spit my g.
And so I’m chillin back on knowledge
You rap fans should decide if you love or hate college
‘Cause me, I can honestly promise you that you’ll die soon
I’ve got the room singing, “Man I love high school!”
CHORUS
THROW YOUR HANDS UP AND STAND UP AND CLAP TWICE
IF YOU’RE DOWN TO PARTY THEN LET’S DO THIS SHIT TONIGHT
THROW YOUR DRINKS UP AND THINK, GIRL, THAT’S RIGHT
IF I DON’T SEE YOU ON THE FLOOR BY SIX THEN THAT’S LIKE
Me writing a drinking song and it being good
Me writing a drinking song and it being really good
Me writing a drinking song and it being good
Me writing a drinking song, I wonder if I could
SO THROW YOUR HANDS UP AND STAND UP AND CLAP TWICE
IF YOU’RE DOWN TO PARTY THEN LET’S DO THIS SHIT TONIGHT
THROW YOUR DRINKS UP AND THINK, MAN, THAT’S RIGHT
IF I DON’T SEE YOU ON THE FLOOR BY SIX THEN THAT’S LIKE
Me writing a drinking song and it being good
Me writing a drinking song and it being really good
Me writing a drinking song and it being good
Me writing a drinking song, I wonder if I could
REFRAIN
I would never, I would never
I would never be an alcoholic
I would never, I would never
I would never be an alcoholic
But I love beer.
Music by Nico Marchese
Produced by Nico Marchese, Devin Arne
Senioritis, 2010
Started in AP Bio as a ‘happy song’ for my friends Dan, Joey, and Grom. It’s dedicated to all my friends from senior year.
VERSE 1
I would never be an alcoholic, but I love beer
Me and the guys smile every time we does cheers
Hooking up with bitches, who gives a shit what’s weird
Your girl got a tramp stamp that says, “Dylan was here.”
And so I’m rapping nice if we’re getting trashed tonight
Whether we’ve got Bud Lime, Coors Light, or Natty Ice
Let’s start at seven so the lightweights are gone at eight
But I just keep at it like looking for a prom date
Let’s play some King’s, put on music, maybe sing.
Don’t invite that lame ass crew, or I’mma say some things
But that’s a different story. Yeah I hate a lot
I still laugh my fucking ass off every time we’re taking shots.
Lose your mind with my rhymes and new environments
If your vision’s not aligned then who the fuck is driving?
You’d better drop 5 and sign in, ‘cause here we go
Maybe we can even smoke some weed if you’re feeling low
CHORUS
THROW YOUR HANDS UP AND STAND UP AND CLAP TWICE
IF YOU’RE DOWN TO PARTY THEN LET’S DO THIS SHIT TONIGHT
THROW YOUR DRINKS UP AND THINK, GIRL, THAT’S RIGHT
IF I DON’T SEE YOU ON THE FLOOR BY SIX THEN THAT’S LIKE
Me writing a drinking song and it being good
Me writing a drinking song and it being really good
Me writing a drinking song and it being good
Me writing a drinking song, I wonder if I could
SO THROW YOUR HANDS UP AND STAND UP AND CLAP TWICE
IF YOU’RE DOWN TO PARTY THEN LET’S DO THIS SHIT TONIGHT
THROW YOUR DRINKS UP AND THINK, MAN, THAT’S RIGHT
IF I DON’T SEE YOU ON THE FLOOR BY SIX THEN THAT’S LIKE
Me writing a drinking song and it being good
Me writing a drinking song and it being really good
Me writing a drinking song and it being good
Me writing a drinking song, I wonder if I could
VERSE 2
I would never be an alcoholic, but I love drinking
After a mad long day when I’m done thinking
Talking up loose girls who let the drugs kick in
I just wanna eat some lunch chicken.
‘Cause I’ve got rhymes like the ones I’m spitting
You love dumb women?
Hold up, cut the beat.
Who doesn’t love dumb women?
All I need’s a bottle and a toast to something awesome
All I need’s a table and some flip cups across it
You trying to be my pong partner? Step your game up!
You trying to drink with us, man? Get your weight up!
I’ll shotgun as if it’s hunting season but the reason
That these sluts are leaving is because I’m too drunk to even spit my g.
And so I’m chillin back on knowledge
You rap fans should decide if you love or hate college
‘Cause me, I can honestly promise you that you’ll die soon
I’ve got the room singing, “Man I love high school!”
CHORUS
THROW YOUR HANDS UP AND STAND UP AND CLAP TWICE
IF YOU’RE DOWN TO PARTY THEN LET’S DO THIS SHIT TONIGHT
THROW YOUR DRINKS UP AND THINK, GIRL, THAT’S RIGHT
IF I DON’T SEE YOU ON THE FLOOR BY SIX THEN THAT’S LIKE
Me writing a drinking song and it being good
Me writing a drinking song and it being really good
Me writing a drinking song and it being good
Me writing a drinking song, I wonder if I could
SO THROW YOUR HANDS UP AND STAND UP AND CLAP TWICE
IF YOU’RE DOWN TO PARTY THEN LET’S DO THIS SHIT TONIGHT
THROW YOUR DRINKS UP AND THINK, MAN, THAT’S RIGHT
IF I DON’T SEE YOU ON THE FLOOR BY SIX THEN THAT’S LIKE
Me writing a drinking song and it being good
Me writing a drinking song and it being really good
Me writing a drinking song and it being good
Me writing a drinking song, I wonder if I could
REFRAIN
I would never, I would never
I would never be an alcoholic
I would never, I would never
I would never be an alcoholic
But I love beer.
Written/performed by Dylan Owen &
Symmetry
Music by Son Sound, Devin Arne
Produced by Son Sound, Devin Arne
Senioritis, 2010
For my early school days, and how lame I probably was. Here are some punchlines for you fanatics. Symmetry, you’re the man.
Dylan
I used to rap battle black kids in the hallway
And I would kill it, my rhythm’d rip it up all day
Now I’m making moves in this game like always
Just trying to get in it—no need for foreplay.
Put the sword away, let’s freeze like stopped Tivo.
Bam! Wake you up from your sleep like Don Vido.
I’m just too on point to stop flipping you off
Here’s a pop bottle, pop it, you’re still not popping off
I’m the boss. Like Slim Thugs or James Gandolfini.
So please come to one of my shows if you plan to meet me
‘Cause I used to be pretentious and only speak in sentences
And wear a METS bomber jacket, and sleep with weapons
And rock Timberlands the color of puke
Now I rock carpet stages like my brother used to do
And cash checks, working to emerge from this mess
My verse comes quickly like a virgin having sex.
Any person I address gets violated, annihilated
Depending on what mindstate my mindstate’s in.
So, Symmetry, let ‘em know I’m not playing.
It’s love, make ‘em love what we’re saying.
Check it
Symm
Call me mister this, call me mister that
I been on my grind since way back
And I keep on changing, a needle in a haystack
I do it for the love, it don’t matter if I’m paid back
Lay back
Listen to tracks from when I first started at it
Ten years later, I’m still a addict
And I still kill it, I’m ready and willing
If I feel it, I rock, that’s what I told Dylan.
It’s a mind frame that I’m still in
So I stepped outside, that’s why, I never hit a ceiling.
No I’m not jaded, this is my passion
So yeah, I made it, if that’s what you asking
I see other people eyes closed and still grasping it
Shit that’s not there like that’s what they after.
But I’m after something concrete and not visible
And you could get it off of your tongue in one syllable:
"Love"
So we’re in it for the love.
Dylan
I used to get picked last in gym class
Me and the nerdy girl with the big ass and the Rivers Cuomo glasses
But that shit didn’t last, I quickly rapped it off
Bought a cardigan and did a sibling show with Asher Roth
Who looks like me when I don’t shave. No way,
I’m so great, just kidding—my old tapes aren’t so great.
But you suck like Jenna Jameson feeling cocky
And you’ve got no balls that’s why I call you hockey
Crumble up my paper and make you origami
Leave the ocean shore behind me, never bored when I perform my hobby
Or is it more than that? Magic from a wizard
Who spits bizerk shit and rips with thirst
This quickness burns with the coldness of blizzards
You couldn’t make the cut, if I let you hold the scissors.
So keep on letting your pride get to your head room
And I’mma keep writing dope rhymes in my bed room.
I suggest you just quit rhyming foul
‘Cause my two sense will send you home like Simon Cowell
I devour minds for hours leave them lying by the flowers
I decide their cowards, man, you’ll never die with valor
Understand?
I’ll babble for an hour two
‘Cause I don’t play the piano but I’ll dabble a tune
And let music take matters into
Its own hands, oh man, now I guess that you know how we do.
…Fuck the cool kids, we’re the cool kids...
Music by Son Sound, Devin Arne
Produced by Son Sound, Devin Arne
Senioritis, 2010
For my early school days, and how lame I probably was. Here are some punchlines for you fanatics. Symmetry, you’re the man.
Dylan
I used to rap battle black kids in the hallway
And I would kill it, my rhythm’d rip it up all day
Now I’m making moves in this game like always
Just trying to get in it—no need for foreplay.
Put the sword away, let’s freeze like stopped Tivo.
Bam! Wake you up from your sleep like Don Vido.
I’m just too on point to stop flipping you off
Here’s a pop bottle, pop it, you’re still not popping off
I’m the boss. Like Slim Thugs or James Gandolfini.
So please come to one of my shows if you plan to meet me
‘Cause I used to be pretentious and only speak in sentences
And wear a METS bomber jacket, and sleep with weapons
And rock Timberlands the color of puke
Now I rock carpet stages like my brother used to do
And cash checks, working to emerge from this mess
My verse comes quickly like a virgin having sex.
Any person I address gets violated, annihilated
Depending on what mindstate my mindstate’s in.
So, Symmetry, let ‘em know I’m not playing.
It’s love, make ‘em love what we’re saying.
Check it
Symm
Call me mister this, call me mister that
I been on my grind since way back
And I keep on changing, a needle in a haystack
I do it for the love, it don’t matter if I’m paid back
Lay back
Listen to tracks from when I first started at it
Ten years later, I’m still a addict
And I still kill it, I’m ready and willing
If I feel it, I rock, that’s what I told Dylan.
It’s a mind frame that I’m still in
So I stepped outside, that’s why, I never hit a ceiling.
No I’m not jaded, this is my passion
So yeah, I made it, if that’s what you asking
I see other people eyes closed and still grasping it
Shit that’s not there like that’s what they after.
But I’m after something concrete and not visible
And you could get it off of your tongue in one syllable:
"Love"
So we’re in it for the love.
Dylan
I used to get picked last in gym class
Me and the nerdy girl with the big ass and the Rivers Cuomo glasses
But that shit didn’t last, I quickly rapped it off
Bought a cardigan and did a sibling show with Asher Roth
Who looks like me when I don’t shave. No way,
I’m so great, just kidding—my old tapes aren’t so great.
But you suck like Jenna Jameson feeling cocky
And you’ve got no balls that’s why I call you hockey
Crumble up my paper and make you origami
Leave the ocean shore behind me, never bored when I perform my hobby
Or is it more than that? Magic from a wizard
Who spits bizerk shit and rips with thirst
This quickness burns with the coldness of blizzards
You couldn’t make the cut, if I let you hold the scissors.
So keep on letting your pride get to your head room
And I’mma keep writing dope rhymes in my bed room.
I suggest you just quit rhyming foul
‘Cause my two sense will send you home like Simon Cowell
I devour minds for hours leave them lying by the flowers
I decide their cowards, man, you’ll never die with valor
Understand?
I’ll babble for an hour two
‘Cause I don’t play the piano but I’ll dabble a tune
And let music take matters into
Its own hands, oh man, now I guess that you know how we do.
…Fuck the cool kids, we’re the cool kids...
Written/performed by Dylan Owen
Music by Nico Marchese
Produced by Nico Marchese, Devin Arne
Senioritis, 2010
Here’s my advice, travel and explore the world. It’s a small world but if you’re feeling down, then you’ve still got a lot of exploring to do.
Good mourning sun rise.
Good mourning sun rise.
Good mourning sun rise.
We all fall down sometimes.
You are the owner of this world, my friend
Again, you belong to a world that transcends all these roads.
So I’m casting my vote. Don’t you ever tie a knot if your back’s to the ropes.
I can smell the moist air driving West from the coast
Or that Best Western that eventually closed
One too many days spent digging out our souls
And all we’ve got to remember it by’s a couple quotes and the clothes that we wore.
But hey, life at times is a road trip filled with pot holes and quarter-mile signs
And on the ride home, you can watch the sunrise
Diving overtop the mountains from behind.
I only judge feeling blue from looking at the sky
Like an alcoholic struggling to keep his spirits high.
If only I could hold you I’d know that you’d be fine
But keep your saltwater.
We’ve all got a reason to cry.
I’m leaving behind the last time I shook
At that grey cement terminal that classically looked
Like a movie script ending, if the lighting wasn’t wrong
And this quilt of our friendship was sown without flaws.
I’ve been dreaming, head on the desk, dreaming
Ready to crash like the waves that we haven’t seen yet
But believe it: the sun won’t go down if you mean it
You can ask Daniel Johnson about his grievances
They aren’t worth a damn, damn thing at all
Like spiders when we get close to ‘em all our feelings start to crawl.
So here’s how I see the world bigger:
I like cafes where the forks are bent before dinner
And the waitresses have lyrics written on their chests
They carry coffee pots and burdens and sweep but aren’t swept
Well, here’s my advice, if I have to take a guess
Your sadness will be better off if it ain’t kept anymore.
When you’re falling and there’s nothing to turn to
Fueling up the hate that you harbor in your journal
The gasoline smells like the clothes that we burn through
Watering our teenage inhibitions if they’re fertile
So part the clouds over the bridge that’s been broken
Part those dark ass clouds and leave them open
And never let them say it’s too late for you to change
Paint your pain and wait for the rain to wash it away then say
Good mourning sun rise.
Keep sleeping, open up those ugly blinds
If you were dreaming, I’m sorry that I cut into your time
But reality’ll cut you like a hundred knives.
It was defined once upon a time by an unknown whim
That I was fine ‘till the dusk rolled in
I’m thinking, look at me now, I can travel on my own
And give life to dead ends and shabby old bones.
Last week, I got another wake-up call from my Dad
Saying, “Good mourning, son, rise! You’re too bright to be so sad.”
So I acknowledge that I’m relatively miniscule
Following the tiki torches down to her swimming pool
The heat of the moment always leaving me a little cool
I wrote this verse in a middle school parking lot
A theme song to dream beyond your written rules
And make sure you're not ever bitter or confused.
When you’re falling you can mutter the words to
The secret little prayers that you tally in your journal
The tragedy will fit like the clothes that we’ve learned to
Leave upon our younger selves that we’ve since bursted through
Part the clouds over the bridge that’s been broken
Part those dark ass clouds and leave them open
And never let them say it’s too late to be your day
Paint your pain and wait for the rain to wash it away then say
Good mourning sun rise.
Good mourning sun rise.
Good mourning sun rise.
We all fall down sometimes.
Good mourning sun rise.
Good mourning sun rise.
Good mourning sun rise.
Yeah, we all fall down sometimes
But it’s those people that get up that shine.
Music by Nico Marchese
Produced by Nico Marchese, Devin Arne
Senioritis, 2010
Here’s my advice, travel and explore the world. It’s a small world but if you’re feeling down, then you’ve still got a lot of exploring to do.
Good mourning sun rise.
Good mourning sun rise.
Good mourning sun rise.
We all fall down sometimes.
You are the owner of this world, my friend
Again, you belong to a world that transcends all these roads.
So I’m casting my vote. Don’t you ever tie a knot if your back’s to the ropes.
I can smell the moist air driving West from the coast
Or that Best Western that eventually closed
One too many days spent digging out our souls
And all we’ve got to remember it by’s a couple quotes and the clothes that we wore.
But hey, life at times is a road trip filled with pot holes and quarter-mile signs
And on the ride home, you can watch the sunrise
Diving overtop the mountains from behind.
I only judge feeling blue from looking at the sky
Like an alcoholic struggling to keep his spirits high.
If only I could hold you I’d know that you’d be fine
But keep your saltwater.
We’ve all got a reason to cry.
I’m leaving behind the last time I shook
At that grey cement terminal that classically looked
Like a movie script ending, if the lighting wasn’t wrong
And this quilt of our friendship was sown without flaws.
I’ve been dreaming, head on the desk, dreaming
Ready to crash like the waves that we haven’t seen yet
But believe it: the sun won’t go down if you mean it
You can ask Daniel Johnson about his grievances
They aren’t worth a damn, damn thing at all
Like spiders when we get close to ‘em all our feelings start to crawl.
So here’s how I see the world bigger:
I like cafes where the forks are bent before dinner
And the waitresses have lyrics written on their chests
They carry coffee pots and burdens and sweep but aren’t swept
Well, here’s my advice, if I have to take a guess
Your sadness will be better off if it ain’t kept anymore.
When you’re falling and there’s nothing to turn to
Fueling up the hate that you harbor in your journal
The gasoline smells like the clothes that we burn through
Watering our teenage inhibitions if they’re fertile
So part the clouds over the bridge that’s been broken
Part those dark ass clouds and leave them open
And never let them say it’s too late for you to change
Paint your pain and wait for the rain to wash it away then say
Good mourning sun rise.
Keep sleeping, open up those ugly blinds
If you were dreaming, I’m sorry that I cut into your time
But reality’ll cut you like a hundred knives.
It was defined once upon a time by an unknown whim
That I was fine ‘till the dusk rolled in
I’m thinking, look at me now, I can travel on my own
And give life to dead ends and shabby old bones.
Last week, I got another wake-up call from my Dad
Saying, “Good mourning, son, rise! You’re too bright to be so sad.”
So I acknowledge that I’m relatively miniscule
Following the tiki torches down to her swimming pool
The heat of the moment always leaving me a little cool
I wrote this verse in a middle school parking lot
A theme song to dream beyond your written rules
And make sure you're not ever bitter or confused.
When you’re falling you can mutter the words to
The secret little prayers that you tally in your journal
The tragedy will fit like the clothes that we’ve learned to
Leave upon our younger selves that we’ve since bursted through
Part the clouds over the bridge that’s been broken
Part those dark ass clouds and leave them open
And never let them say it’s too late to be your day
Paint your pain and wait for the rain to wash it away then say
Good mourning sun rise.
Good mourning sun rise.
Good mourning sun rise.
We all fall down sometimes.
Good mourning sun rise.
Good mourning sun rise.
Good mourning sun rise.
Yeah, we all fall down sometimes
But it’s those people that get up that shine.
Written/performed by Dylan Owen
Music by Dylan Owen
Produced by Nico Marchese
Senioritis, 2010
I wrote this song on an old keyboard my sophomore year of high school, and performed it with a full band at the Battle of the Bands which we lost. I always wanted to name this ‘The Graduation Song’ but didn’t to avoid the cliché. I wrote it imagining how I’d feel in this exact moment, and it’s scary accurate.
So here we go, record playing, stepping into separate ways
This one’s a toast to the roads that we’ll have to take
I know it’s been a couple years in the making,
But my head’s spinning faster than the ceiling fan’s blades
As I say I still remember when we chilled in the attic
An overdose of dead jokes I think I’m still laughing from,
Our whispers on the roof of the car that you had.
If we’re doing this, let’s do it big as dynamite, imagine that
Another fifty years pass, I mean what I said:
Look to the right when it seems like nothing’s left
Look to the sight of the smiles after setbacks
It feels like time flies wearing wings and a jetpack.
Money can’t buy happiness but if I had a million bucks
I’d spend it on a million things to help me get my feelings up
Thanks for the everything, the clichés, the keeps.
Thanks for the running rugged road at my feet.
Now it’s time to leave behind the things you couldn’t get to me
And now it’s time to breathe out a “thanks for the memories”
Man, I gotta make sure this one’s turning gold
‘Cause this one’s one for the road
And so I’m singing loud, I gotta leave behind the things you never said to me
Now it’s time to scream out a “thanks for the memories”
There’ll be nothing like you at the place where I go
So this one’s a toast to the road.So here we go, destination: I don’t know, wherever’s waiting.
This one’s a toast to the roads that we’ll soon be taking.
This one’s an ode to the faces that’ll change.
Take your blueprints and throw ‘em away
And let me tell you that
I think our names are still written underneath the bleachers
I think that Molly’s still got a lot for her to dream of
I’ve seen the parking lot, it’s still vacant with relief
The Pink Sombrero Bandits weren’t taken from the scene.
But imagine that the world ends and I’m still spinning
Faster than a carousel of memories that never finish.
The road’s a skinny place, you might not fit
But if you’ve never had hope, let that shit out of your system
‘Cause I’m getting sick of being lonely on your lawn
Throwing rocks at your window in the middle of the morning.
Stop, if you think that you can fiddle through this song
Of life. It’s like the road the way it keeps moving on.
Now it’s time to leave behind the things you couldn’t get to me
And now it’s time to breathe out a “thanks for the memories”
Man, I gotta make sure this one’s turning gold
‘Cause this one’s one for the road
And so I’m singing loud, I gotta leave behind the things you never said to me
Now it’s time to scream out a “thanks for the memories”
There’ll be nothing like you at the place where I go
So this one’s a toast to the road.
Music by Dylan Owen
Produced by Nico Marchese
Senioritis, 2010
I wrote this song on an old keyboard my sophomore year of high school, and performed it with a full band at the Battle of the Bands which we lost. I always wanted to name this ‘The Graduation Song’ but didn’t to avoid the cliché. I wrote it imagining how I’d feel in this exact moment, and it’s scary accurate.
So here we go, record playing, stepping into separate ways
This one’s a toast to the roads that we’ll have to take
I know it’s been a couple years in the making,
But my head’s spinning faster than the ceiling fan’s blades
As I say I still remember when we chilled in the attic
An overdose of dead jokes I think I’m still laughing from,
Our whispers on the roof of the car that you had.
If we’re doing this, let’s do it big as dynamite, imagine that
Another fifty years pass, I mean what I said:
Look to the right when it seems like nothing’s left
Look to the sight of the smiles after setbacks
It feels like time flies wearing wings and a jetpack.
Money can’t buy happiness but if I had a million bucks
I’d spend it on a million things to help me get my feelings up
Thanks for the everything, the clichés, the keeps.
Thanks for the running rugged road at my feet.
Now it’s time to leave behind the things you couldn’t get to me
And now it’s time to breathe out a “thanks for the memories”
Man, I gotta make sure this one’s turning gold
‘Cause this one’s one for the road
And so I’m singing loud, I gotta leave behind the things you never said to me
Now it’s time to scream out a “thanks for the memories”
There’ll be nothing like you at the place where I go
So this one’s a toast to the road.So here we go, destination: I don’t know, wherever’s waiting.
This one’s a toast to the roads that we’ll soon be taking.
This one’s an ode to the faces that’ll change.
Take your blueprints and throw ‘em away
And let me tell you that
I think our names are still written underneath the bleachers
I think that Molly’s still got a lot for her to dream of
I’ve seen the parking lot, it’s still vacant with relief
The Pink Sombrero Bandits weren’t taken from the scene.
But imagine that the world ends and I’m still spinning
Faster than a carousel of memories that never finish.
The road’s a skinny place, you might not fit
But if you’ve never had hope, let that shit out of your system
‘Cause I’m getting sick of being lonely on your lawn
Throwing rocks at your window in the middle of the morning.
Stop, if you think that you can fiddle through this song
Of life. It’s like the road the way it keeps moving on.
Now it’s time to leave behind the things you couldn’t get to me
And now it’s time to breathe out a “thanks for the memories”
Man, I gotta make sure this one’s turning gold
‘Cause this one’s one for the road
And so I’m singing loud, I gotta leave behind the things you never said to me
Now it’s time to scream out a “thanks for the memories”
There’ll be nothing like you at the place where I go
So this one’s a toast to the road.
Written/Performed by Dylan Owen
Produced by Devin Arne
How To Stay Young EP, 2009
Inspired by summer nights and aspirations, and The KROO
Even if I got a penny for my thoughts,
I’d still be a broke kid who never left the porch.
I miss the memories I haven’t had yet
And I missed the bus again I gotta make that long-ass walk
Where the blue and yellow sunrise reminds me of the bruise below my left eye
From the rap battle last Friday.
But who can tell me I’m not as real as I talk?
I’ve got a hand full of style and some sidewalk chalk.
I’mma get out this small town before my hands wrinkle.
Lately I’ve been dreaming more than Rip Van Winkle.
I’m a simple man, damn, mad symbols in her words
Make me feel like we’re freshmen again in the woods chillin.
Or on the roof where we’d listen to the birds
And I learned we all change like a stripper after work
So I gotta keep going till my knees break.
Man I’ve got a plan to stay young until the scar on my cheek fades.
Chorus
I try to make a scene, like an ocean or a sunset
But I just make believe, there are things that haven’t come yet
My mind’s running speeds, I've never even heard of
This is how you stay young: you laugh and you murder
And you never look back and you only look furtherThan you’ve been.
If you’ve been down, we’ve all been down and burning
But, if you’re growing old you better re-think it
I’mma end this story back at the beginning.
Here’s my advice. Promise more than doubt.
Like the time we spent the day in town locked out of your father’s house
And followed all the cars speeding down 207
Crossed the bridge to Terabithia around eleven
Said my feet were cold, stepping on the train tracks
Looking for a way back home, to hit that party in my cul-de-sac
'Cause in the summer free teenage spirits
Spit G like a kid with a stutter saying, “G-g-g-get out!”
I’mma light up the track, can you hear it?
Spending more time with that than you do in front your mirror
Getting pretty for some jock who thinks he’s that cool
Says my raps are too serious, I “wrote em all in Catholic school.”
I heard you’re living by your wallpaper pattern’s rules
I heard you never left the empty bleachers of your high school.
And I’ve been sleeping on the street curb?
Smoke another cigarette and walk it out until your feet hurt
Chorus
I try to make a scene, like an ocean or a sunset
But I just make believe, there are things we haven’t done yet
My mind’s running speeds, I've never even heard of
This is how you stay young: you laugh and you murder
And you never look back and you only look furtherThan you’ve been.
If you’ve been down, we’ve all been down and burning
But, if you’re growing old you better re-think it
I’mma end this story back at the beginning.
So I try to make a scene, like an ocean or a sunset
But I just make believe, there are things that haven’t come yet
My mind’s running speeds, I've never even heard of
This is how you stay young: you laugh and you murder
And you never look back and you only look furtherThan you’ve been.
If you’ve been down, we’ve all been down and burning
But, if you’re growing old you better re-think it
I’mma end this story back at the beginning.
Produced by Devin Arne
How To Stay Young EP, 2009
Inspired by summer nights and aspirations, and The KROO
Even if I got a penny for my thoughts,
I’d still be a broke kid who never left the porch.
I miss the memories I haven’t had yet
And I missed the bus again I gotta make that long-ass walk
Where the blue and yellow sunrise reminds me of the bruise below my left eye
From the rap battle last Friday.
But who can tell me I’m not as real as I talk?
I’ve got a hand full of style and some sidewalk chalk.
I’mma get out this small town before my hands wrinkle.
Lately I’ve been dreaming more than Rip Van Winkle.
I’m a simple man, damn, mad symbols in her words
Make me feel like we’re freshmen again in the woods chillin.
Or on the roof where we’d listen to the birds
And I learned we all change like a stripper after work
So I gotta keep going till my knees break.
Man I’ve got a plan to stay young until the scar on my cheek fades.
Chorus
I try to make a scene, like an ocean or a sunset
But I just make believe, there are things that haven’t come yet
My mind’s running speeds, I've never even heard of
This is how you stay young: you laugh and you murder
And you never look back and you only look furtherThan you’ve been.
If you’ve been down, we’ve all been down and burning
But, if you’re growing old you better re-think it
I’mma end this story back at the beginning.
Here’s my advice. Promise more than doubt.
Like the time we spent the day in town locked out of your father’s house
And followed all the cars speeding down 207
Crossed the bridge to Terabithia around eleven
Said my feet were cold, stepping on the train tracks
Looking for a way back home, to hit that party in my cul-de-sac
'Cause in the summer free teenage spirits
Spit G like a kid with a stutter saying, “G-g-g-get out!”
I’mma light up the track, can you hear it?
Spending more time with that than you do in front your mirror
Getting pretty for some jock who thinks he’s that cool
Says my raps are too serious, I “wrote em all in Catholic school.”
I heard you’re living by your wallpaper pattern’s rules
I heard you never left the empty bleachers of your high school.
And I’ve been sleeping on the street curb?
Smoke another cigarette and walk it out until your feet hurt
Chorus
I try to make a scene, like an ocean or a sunset
But I just make believe, there are things we haven’t done yet
My mind’s running speeds, I've never even heard of
This is how you stay young: you laugh and you murder
And you never look back and you only look furtherThan you’ve been.
If you’ve been down, we’ve all been down and burning
But, if you’re growing old you better re-think it
I’mma end this story back at the beginning.
So I try to make a scene, like an ocean or a sunset
But I just make believe, there are things that haven’t come yet
My mind’s running speeds, I've never even heard of
This is how you stay young: you laugh and you murder
And you never look back and you only look furtherThan you’ve been.
If you’ve been down, we’ve all been down and burning
But, if you’re growing old you better re-think it
I’mma end this story back at the beginning.
Written/Performed by Dylan Owen
Produced by Devin Arne & Dylan Owen
How To Stay Young EP, 2009
Inspired by Cape Canaveral
These are your directions if you want to learn to fly
If you're sick of feeling down like it's never been your time
If you've always been an artist drawing circles round your eyes
Sing "I ain't never had nothing. And I ain't been nothing."
But that's all right there's no need to be confined
I'll lead you to the deepest of the dreamy skies
Sing it with me"I ain't never had nothing 'cept what's on my mind.
And I ain't never been nothing 'cept ready to fly."
So leave your grief behind and put your bearings down
Like that shoebox in the empty closet of your parents' house
Let's take this casualty count and tear it apart
Even the Man in the Moon's getting sick of sitting in the dark
I went to school but never learned my lesson
Cause yo I still feel for you, save your letters on my dresser
Look, I'm not free of blame, I too deserve a lecture
But I figured out elaborately that it's whatever
I know I've been wasting time like a broken watch
Head against the grandfather clock choking, hoping for a spot.
I've been joking with my friends about the end and when we'll meet again
If you don't know yourself you better not just let it be, my friend
I'm not a comedian but I can make you laugh
I'm not a hooker but I've got a dirty past
So here's a map for you because you're lost among the cracks in the road
Get up and do it fast
C H O R U S
These are your directions if you want to learn to fly
If you're sick of feeling down like it's never been your time
If you've always been an actor running parallel lines
Sing "I ain't never had nothing. And I ain't been nothing."
But that's all right there's no need to be confined
I'll lead you to the deepest of the dreamy skies
Sing it with me"I ain't never had nothing 'cept what's on my mind.
And I ain't never been nothing 'cept ready to fly."
So we gon change to maintain
A depth greater than my emotion on grey cassette tapes
That say my name in ancient and extremely bad print
Don't ever say your pain is getting worse than my chapped lips
So we gotta get some air to make it out
Cause I've been waking up from dreaming on your fake foam couch
Am I mistaken? I was flying over mountaintops and caves
And then I landed and spit a rap for the administration
C H O R U S
These are your directions if you want to learn to fly
If you're sick of feeling down like it's never been your time
If you've always been a firefighter burning inside
Sing "I ain't never had nothing. And I ain't been nothing."
But that's all right there's no need to be confined
I'll lead you to the deepest of the dreamy skies
Sing it with me"I ain't never had nothing 'cept what's on my mind.
And I ain't never been nothing 'cept ready to fly."
I ain't never had nothing cept what's on my mind
I ain't never been nothing but a kid with a half-broken smile
My bare feet'll freeze on the tile
As I call up myself and say "Hey, it's been awhile."
I know this past year was filled with frustration
But me and Mr. Stranger had some great conversations
And I'm finding hope in little things eradicating doubt
Singing "I ain't never had nothing. But that won't get me down."
C H O R U S x 2
These are your directions if you want to learn to fly
If you're sick of feeling down like it's never been your time
If you smoke weed but never get your altitude high
Sing "I ain't never had nothing. And I ain't been nothing."
But that's all right there's no need to be confined
I'll lead you to the deepest of the dreamy skies
Sing it with me"I ain't never had nothing 'cept what's on my mind.
And I ain't never been nothing 'cept ready to fly."&These are your directions if you want to learn to fly
If you're sick of feeling down like it's never been your time
If you've always been a speaker at the Dead Poets Society
Sing "I ain't never had nothing. And I ain't been nothing."
But that's all right there's no need to be confined
I'll lead you to the deepest of the dreamy skies
Sing it with me"I ain't never had nothing 'cept what's on my mind.
And I ain't never been nothing 'cept ready to fly."
Produced by Devin Arne & Dylan Owen
How To Stay Young EP, 2009
Inspired by Cape Canaveral
These are your directions if you want to learn to fly
If you're sick of feeling down like it's never been your time
If you've always been an artist drawing circles round your eyes
Sing "I ain't never had nothing. And I ain't been nothing."
But that's all right there's no need to be confined
I'll lead you to the deepest of the dreamy skies
Sing it with me"I ain't never had nothing 'cept what's on my mind.
And I ain't never been nothing 'cept ready to fly."
So leave your grief behind and put your bearings down
Like that shoebox in the empty closet of your parents' house
Let's take this casualty count and tear it apart
Even the Man in the Moon's getting sick of sitting in the dark
I went to school but never learned my lesson
Cause yo I still feel for you, save your letters on my dresser
Look, I'm not free of blame, I too deserve a lecture
But I figured out elaborately that it's whatever
I know I've been wasting time like a broken watch
Head against the grandfather clock choking, hoping for a spot.
I've been joking with my friends about the end and when we'll meet again
If you don't know yourself you better not just let it be, my friend
I'm not a comedian but I can make you laugh
I'm not a hooker but I've got a dirty past
So here's a map for you because you're lost among the cracks in the road
Get up and do it fast
C H O R U S
These are your directions if you want to learn to fly
If you're sick of feeling down like it's never been your time
If you've always been an actor running parallel lines
Sing "I ain't never had nothing. And I ain't been nothing."
But that's all right there's no need to be confined
I'll lead you to the deepest of the dreamy skies
Sing it with me"I ain't never had nothing 'cept what's on my mind.
And I ain't never been nothing 'cept ready to fly."
So we gon change to maintain
A depth greater than my emotion on grey cassette tapes
That say my name in ancient and extremely bad print
Don't ever say your pain is getting worse than my chapped lips
So we gotta get some air to make it out
Cause I've been waking up from dreaming on your fake foam couch
Am I mistaken? I was flying over mountaintops and caves
And then I landed and spit a rap for the administration
C H O R U S
These are your directions if you want to learn to fly
If you're sick of feeling down like it's never been your time
If you've always been a firefighter burning inside
Sing "I ain't never had nothing. And I ain't been nothing."
But that's all right there's no need to be confined
I'll lead you to the deepest of the dreamy skies
Sing it with me"I ain't never had nothing 'cept what's on my mind.
And I ain't never been nothing 'cept ready to fly."
I ain't never had nothing cept what's on my mind
I ain't never been nothing but a kid with a half-broken smile
My bare feet'll freeze on the tile
As I call up myself and say "Hey, it's been awhile."
I know this past year was filled with frustration
But me and Mr. Stranger had some great conversations
And I'm finding hope in little things eradicating doubt
Singing "I ain't never had nothing. But that won't get me down."
C H O R U S x 2
These are your directions if you want to learn to fly
If you're sick of feeling down like it's never been your time
If you smoke weed but never get your altitude high
Sing "I ain't never had nothing. And I ain't been nothing."
But that's all right there's no need to be confined
I'll lead you to the deepest of the dreamy skies
Sing it with me"I ain't never had nothing 'cept what's on my mind.
And I ain't never been nothing 'cept ready to fly."&These are your directions if you want to learn to fly
If you're sick of feeling down like it's never been your time
If you've always been a speaker at the Dead Poets Society
Sing "I ain't never had nothing. And I ain't been nothing."
But that's all right there's no need to be confined
I'll lead you to the deepest of the dreamy skies
Sing it with me"I ain't never had nothing 'cept what's on my mind.
And I ain't never been nothing 'cept ready to fly."
Written/Performed
by Dylan Owen (featuring Chelsea Wertheim)
Produced by Devin Arne & Dylan Owen
How To Stay Young EP, 2009
Inspired by Enya Von Schill
This is worn out imagery of torn down images
Crashing paper plane flights of sworn out sentences
In sorry songs that finish with a VIP pass to the ocean
Man I'll be making waves before I crash
What's the link between a smile and a cemetery?
Laugh tracks are with these flashbacks stacked in photograph packs
Or open album trash that leaks your empty memories
In worn down images of torn out tendencies
But I'll be back in New York soon where I can read this
To old bearded poets whose steam fled when fear hit their cigarettes and skin
They stopped pouring sunlight the morning they were born
They were only taught to run right
But isn't that me in the future? I've got a thousand of em
Caught in an instant. Chances where the sound is sung.
You'll never drown me now when it's all about the listening
To the worn out admittance of the things that always get to me
What if this ship was gonna sink in the next couple minutes
Would you drop the anchor from your grip?
Or would you go out fighting, singingHallelujah on the bending bow edge of the ship?
What if your life was gonna end in the next couple minutes
Would you leave your sad soul within?
Or would you go out fighting, singing Hallelujah, with "Titanic" trapped in between your lips?
And now I'm at a New York payphone with one call and a decision to make
And I'd rather stay home than stay awake
Cause these days get worn out, these pages get torn down
Till snowflakes need to fall to warm grounds
But I've got a lot of sorting out to do. Don't we all
Got a bad case of the gimmies and a stand like a bowling ball?
Well that's good, if you want belief to form around your beliefs
Otherwise it's a worn out streak
So I can either call my childhood and tell him it's my dream
Or join the cigarette men who all lost their steam.Is it a sentence or a savior when it's seen from the streets?
In worn out ways, I've got water at my feet
But even that can't stop me now. I've got a thousand of em
Tensions in my lungs and I swore I wouldn't count em.
When there's not much more to believe in, you'll see it.In worn down days I'm torn but still repeating
What if this ship was gonna sink in the next couple minutes
Would you drop the anchor from your grip?
Or would you go out fighting, singing Hallelujah on the bending bow edge of the ship?
What if your life was gonna end in the next couple minutes
Would you leave your sad soul within?
Or would you go out fighting, singing Hallelujah, with "Titanic" trapped in between your lips?
Produced by Devin Arne & Dylan Owen
How To Stay Young EP, 2009
Inspired by Enya Von Schill
This is worn out imagery of torn down images
Crashing paper plane flights of sworn out sentences
In sorry songs that finish with a VIP pass to the ocean
Man I'll be making waves before I crash
What's the link between a smile and a cemetery?
Laugh tracks are with these flashbacks stacked in photograph packs
Or open album trash that leaks your empty memories
In worn down images of torn out tendencies
But I'll be back in New York soon where I can read this
To old bearded poets whose steam fled when fear hit their cigarettes and skin
They stopped pouring sunlight the morning they were born
They were only taught to run right
But isn't that me in the future? I've got a thousand of em
Caught in an instant. Chances where the sound is sung.
You'll never drown me now when it's all about the listening
To the worn out admittance of the things that always get to me
What if this ship was gonna sink in the next couple minutes
Would you drop the anchor from your grip?
Or would you go out fighting, singingHallelujah on the bending bow edge of the ship?
What if your life was gonna end in the next couple minutes
Would you leave your sad soul within?
Or would you go out fighting, singing Hallelujah, with "Titanic" trapped in between your lips?
And now I'm at a New York payphone with one call and a decision to make
And I'd rather stay home than stay awake
Cause these days get worn out, these pages get torn down
Till snowflakes need to fall to warm grounds
But I've got a lot of sorting out to do. Don't we all
Got a bad case of the gimmies and a stand like a bowling ball?
Well that's good, if you want belief to form around your beliefs
Otherwise it's a worn out streak
So I can either call my childhood and tell him it's my dream
Or join the cigarette men who all lost their steam.Is it a sentence or a savior when it's seen from the streets?
In worn out ways, I've got water at my feet
But even that can't stop me now. I've got a thousand of em
Tensions in my lungs and I swore I wouldn't count em.
When there's not much more to believe in, you'll see it.In worn down days I'm torn but still repeating
What if this ship was gonna sink in the next couple minutes
Would you drop the anchor from your grip?
Or would you go out fighting, singing Hallelujah on the bending bow edge of the ship?
What if your life was gonna end in the next couple minutes
Would you leave your sad soul within?
Or would you go out fighting, singing Hallelujah, with "Titanic" trapped in between your lips?
Written/Performed by Dylan Owen
Unreleased
I saved your letters to reread when life gets adventurous
And wrote you this song for later on if you remember it.
I know things are tough right now; they are for me too.
But I don’t think that’s any reason that I shouldn’t speak to you
Or vice versa. Look, I write it how it fits me most.
I’ve always been a dreamer for the misty coast
But I think our suburban memories could make the city choke
In the summer we would only hear crickets like shitty jokes.
Now self-pity’s got me by the throat, a cold stand
On old metal bleachers where we used to hold hands
In the stands of the homecoming sports games. I wish I could
Buy back the time that we’ve lost but I’m short on change.
And I sulk and I stare at the clock no matter how long the day is.
I can’t believe you’re different, or how much you’ve changed.
Let’s put it this way: relationships are complicated
If you’ve gotta light a match to spark some conversation.
Guess I’ve always wanted what I couldn’t have.
I grab the strands of my noose.
Losing sense in these sandlot blues.
I say moving on’s worse than being stuck in the same sad shoes,
But I hang my head and pay my dues.
And I pray that the dudes that you kiss now are proud
Cause we speak in tongue twisters, tornadoes in our mouths,
Listen, I can’t get through to you, you’ve filtered me out.
I flipped my life upside down, the ceiling is the ground.
And it seems like these days you forget that I know ya
Or that we made love on my bed below a Bob Dylan poster
Or wore crowns on our heads because we won each other’s heaven
Arm in arm walking down a now empty 207.
I might miss you forever and regret my decision
But at least I won’t forget you; memories will still exist
And in them I can find myself again, a silent solace self-within.
Maybe one day you’ll call me and I’ll tell you then:
I’ve always wanted what I couldn’t have.
I grab the strands of my noose.
Losing sense in these sandlot blues.
I say moving on’s worse than being stuck in the same sad shoes,
But I hang my head and pay my dues.
I’ve always wanted what I couldn’t have.
I grab the strands of my noose.
Losing sense in these sandlot blues.
I say moving on’s worse than being stuck in the same sad shoes,
But I hang my head and I pay my dues.
Unreleased
I saved your letters to reread when life gets adventurous
And wrote you this song for later on if you remember it.
I know things are tough right now; they are for me too.
But I don’t think that’s any reason that I shouldn’t speak to you
Or vice versa. Look, I write it how it fits me most.
I’ve always been a dreamer for the misty coast
But I think our suburban memories could make the city choke
In the summer we would only hear crickets like shitty jokes.
Now self-pity’s got me by the throat, a cold stand
On old metal bleachers where we used to hold hands
In the stands of the homecoming sports games. I wish I could
Buy back the time that we’ve lost but I’m short on change.
And I sulk and I stare at the clock no matter how long the day is.
I can’t believe you’re different, or how much you’ve changed.
Let’s put it this way: relationships are complicated
If you’ve gotta light a match to spark some conversation.
Guess I’ve always wanted what I couldn’t have.
I grab the strands of my noose.
Losing sense in these sandlot blues.
I say moving on’s worse than being stuck in the same sad shoes,
But I hang my head and pay my dues.
And I pray that the dudes that you kiss now are proud
Cause we speak in tongue twisters, tornadoes in our mouths,
Listen, I can’t get through to you, you’ve filtered me out.
I flipped my life upside down, the ceiling is the ground.
And it seems like these days you forget that I know ya
Or that we made love on my bed below a Bob Dylan poster
Or wore crowns on our heads because we won each other’s heaven
Arm in arm walking down a now empty 207.
I might miss you forever and regret my decision
But at least I won’t forget you; memories will still exist
And in them I can find myself again, a silent solace self-within.
Maybe one day you’ll call me and I’ll tell you then:
I’ve always wanted what I couldn’t have.
I grab the strands of my noose.
Losing sense in these sandlot blues.
I say moving on’s worse than being stuck in the same sad shoes,
But I hang my head and pay my dues.
I’ve always wanted what I couldn’t have.
I grab the strands of my noose.
Losing sense in these sandlot blues.
I say moving on’s worse than being stuck in the same sad shoes,
But I hang my head and I pay my dues.