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Wavelab Sessions EP

by Douglas Shepherd

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1.
Liquid Gold 03:45
It's bringing her down that she wants to get high, She's living her life, she's living a lie, She wants something she can never have, And just walking down the street She wants to cop and she'll claim defeat, And she'll wear it squarely on her arms for all to see Sunday's the hardest day for the weak, There's always the bars but it makes you lonely, To see them have their fun while you play along, And a crowded room is the loneliest sound you know, Especially when you don't want to go home, And count your dead, She's taking the train and she feels alright Another day another fight One day down, infinity to go There's a man talking to himself, A butter knife tucked in his belt, She knew him once, but she never really knew his name, In a faceless crowd, there's at least always one voice, And the mone in hr pocket is only as good as gold, Liquid gold... She's taking the bus and feels good, Another day to be misunderstood Her friends all think it's cool that she has a past She keeps her diary entries short To the point, no need for more "Today was good, I only want to die"
2.
Pure Cinema 03:34
She steps into the light And she opens her eyes And the cameras roll And she says her lines But there aren't any lines All color and division And the water reflects on her From behind Silver screen altar Sacrificing degenerate art The tears looks real Because they are The violence looks real Because it is The clear vivid lines Pull you into the eye And I don't want to be like anybody was before And I don't want to be like anybody is right now And birds are strung across a clothes a line And pain is adopted as a way to escape reality We were born too late They were born too early And a great revolution is so much overdue And I don't want to be like anybody was before And I don't want to be like anybody is right now Nobody is true now Nobody is cruel now I know it's so Neoplasticism Dogma 95 International modernists Pure Cinema
3.
As the snow came down, You were only twenty-two, So confused you didn't know what to do, You pass a vending machine , And you got yourself a pop, Quickly followed with a shot, You got yourself in, You can get yourself out, But walking away is something you know more about, Form Christopher , To Bleeker Street, To I don't know where, You just dig your hands in your pockets, deeper , And think about the money he bring you tonight, You about the money he bring you tonight, Oh, what would your friends back home say? Would your mother turn over in her grave? Oh, the shame you'll bring onto your name, None of it matters when your hungry and in a bad way, It doesn't hurt anyone, and, at least your getting paid Nobody has the right to judge you, but they'll do it anyways In the morning when you go to sleep, it's in your own bed And anythings better than asking bankers for their spare change You take what you need You take what you need And they take it away And the snow will come next year, But you will have washed away your fear, With the cum and the spit and the tears But for now it's just coldest, crispest winter's day, And the whiskey and coke and the warmth of the subway, You take what you need, You take what you need, Oh what would your high school best friend say, If she knew where you were, here today, In some hotel getting laid, Check your watch, it's time to go to work As the snow comes down, You are only twenty-three, Still confused, but at least you sleep.
4.
Bipolar Love 02:30
On the night we met It was all moonlights and regrets Cause you were so alone and I was so free In the words of girls Who try to hold me tight but can't get close I find the beauty in their defeat Sad supreme, bittersweet ecstasy And no one's ever gonna take that away from me The stars above Do they find it useless all this love? As they stare down helpless at you and me? And were on our backs With a telescope in the grass And our lips are meeting somewhere beneath the trees. Sad supreme, the universe feels oh so empty Glad to see I've found someone who thinks like me And no one's gonna take that away from me No one's gonna take that away from me No one's gonna take that away from me No one's gonna take that away from me No one's gonna take that away from me
5.
I wish that I could see The good in where I came from Like the richness in the soil That releases the spring Like the old man down the road He just turned 97 And the lady down the street Brings him dinner in the evening It's the smallest things that shake us free From the shallowness of a grave But I cannot help but see this darkest hour coming for me Over my dashboard, and over the hill This world is not for me The wooden step of my porch I greets me with a creak And the blue light of your set flows into the street I wish I could stand out here all night long And not have to knock on your door, Pretend like nothing happened, Just go on like before It's the first thing in your mind when you open up your eyes, Does your morning sing, or does it cry? It's whiskey bottle words flying right past your teeth, when you should have just said goodnight This world is not for me This world is not for me This world is not for me This world is not for me It's sunday morning and I slept horrible again My neck is killing me and raining so hard But I am trying to see everything in a shade of blue or green But it's hard It;'s coming down so hard There's a lonely dogwood tree, Between the sidewalk and the street, I think it's on it's way out, It didn't blossom this spring I'm gonna get me another one Maybe a juniper or cleradendron And come summer's end It's gonna smell so sweet It's the smallest things that shake us free From the shallowness of a grave But I cannot help but see this darkest hour coming for me Over my dashboard, and over the hill Over the horizon, just coming in for the kill This world is not for me This world is not for me This world is not for me This world is not for me

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The second in a series of three EPs that I recorded called the "Sessions EPs". The idea is to showcase a studios local talent and sound utilizing my songwriting as the static backdrop for the production and musicians to show through.

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released February 1, 2007

Wavelab Sessions was recorded by Craig Schumacher at Wavelab Studios in Tucson, AZ in six days in August 2002. I would like to thank all of the fine musicians who contributed to this EP: Rachel Blumberg, Carol Brubaker, Michael Fan, Chris Giambelluca, Adrienne Grossman, Nick Luca, Ryan Roscoe, Craig Schumacher and Jacob Valenzuela. Additionally, I would like to thank Leia Maahs and Tom Walbank for letting Rachel and myself stay in their comfortable house while they were away. And Craig and Karen Schumacher for letting me stay in their home when I wore out my welcome at Tom and Leia's. Many thanks to Claudia Brown for putting together the artwork.

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