So stoked to finally have this album done and out of my hair. This album was a blast to record having a bunch of good friends help be a part of the record. But still, we had a pretty big time crunch laying down the tracks before I moved from Orlando to Seattle, but somehow we made it work. Couldn't be more proud of this, and couldn't be more stoked to have had such rad musicians help me make this album.
released May 5, 2015
Recorded & Mixed by: Dan Hanson
Mastered by: Chris Bell
Artwork by: Sean Petersohn
Acoustic Guitar / Vocals: Greg Hughes
Electric Guitar / Keys / Harmonies: Austin Miller
Bass Guitar: Jordan Schneider
Drums: Kevin Cook
Trombone: Adam Goodrich
And another huge shout out to Mr. Dan Hanson, Filling in the cracks with random instruments, being a fucking trooper, and making this album actually happen. Thank you.
Away we go in the woods, where we lost ourselves. Nothing that exists is real, if you tell yourself that’s true. So let me pick away at your brain, I want to know all your secrets. I’d be willing to bet you’re as good as it gets at, making me lose my mind. And all at once I saw the fire in your eyes, and I thought to myself I’m glad that everybody dies. I cried from laughing so hard that day, walking home in the pouring rain I loved it. I told myself I won’t feel bad for my mistakes, sometimes you have to fall and you will fall hard. And I’m drunk on the rooftop, of my east Orlando home. I’m waiting for a phone call, I don’t want to have. And life gets hard, when you least expect it to. So it gives me comfort, knowing everybody dies. Away we go in the woods.
Track Name: I Find Comfort
I find comfort, in a cup of coffee in the morning. I find comfort, in all the small things that keep my sane. And I know this isn’t getting us anywhere, it’s what I’m thinking from across the table. So I say please pass the salt but you just sit there in silence, I know you’re thinking about how you’ll live the life you love, when you move to Seattle to live like a stranger, now who sounds dumb. And I find comfort, in knowing you know these things too. And I find comfort, in almost everything you do. So I’ll pack up my bags I’ll skip out on the goodbyes, I’m driving my car till my eyes stay shut. I’ll start something new fall in love with the unknown, now who sounds dumb.
Track Name: Highway 95
When I take highway 95 to Vero Beach, FL I’m not sure how to feel. Because its nights like these when I’m alone, that make me wish I had more time, to spend alone. And there’s a point with your friends, when they don’t seem like friends. So I head out and take a deep breath. It’s just this city, I say. When I keep my mouth shut, I jump at a chance to speak up. When I’m not needed, and no one cares. I’ve gotten used to their awkward stares. This room is too small for you to understand, how you’re holding back your life with what’s in your hand. And though I take it one day at a time I know, that this is life and there is always room for us to grow. Another year seems far too long, for a man whose heart is half as strong, as the boy he grew up from. So I’ll just be happy with what I’ve got, hanging out with my friends and smoking pot, makes me glad that I’m alive. And all at once it hits me and I’m scared inside, that I’m losing myself and wasting my time. So in a drunken slur I mumble out loud that I am thankful for these nights and you all make me so proud. And I later watch my friend slip out the front door but I’m under the weather so I don’t wonder what for. But as I hear the engine roar and the car turn on, in the morning I’ll wake up and my friend is gone.
Track Name: Turtle Bay
A bartenders wanted at Turtle Bay, I ride my bike right past the sign. It’s the sketchiest bar, in the sketchiest place. I start to wonder how long that place has been, and who are the regular people there. I went inside once, and I’m never going back. I’ll watch the weeds in your garden, overgrow your flowers, and I won’t do a thing to help. I’ll watch the weeds in your garden, overgrow your flowers, and I won’t do a thing to help. But you, promised me everything would be alright, I told myself not to worry. I can’t keep holding your hand if you’re slowing me down, I can’t keep holding your hand. You promised me everything would be alright, I told myself not to worry. I can’t keep holding your hand if you’re slowing me down, I can’t keep holding your hand.
Track Name: Heart
Cross the road, starring at your shoes. I know the feeling, but what’s the use. When each nights an adventure, you’ll finally feel alive. It’s hard not to wonder if this relationship has just been a lie. But I didn’t mean to break your heart. And I won’t say I’m sorry for my feelings, I’m being honest with myself. For months I felt miserable, trapped and alone. I never asked for help but now, I have the means to help myself. I want to live my life on my own jumping back and forth not standing still. So watch me as my world comes crashing down, and I’m knocking down the walls. I need a little room to breathe, before I’ve wasted all my time on you. I didn’t mean to break your heart. So watch me as my world comes crashing down, and I’m knocking down the walls. I need a little room to breathe, before I’ve wasted all my time on you. I didn’t mean to break your heart.
Track Name: Shoestrings
I’ll pull my shoe strings tight and I’ll take off running. From the life that I’ve built, and all the people I love. Am I a wishful thinker, or do I just wish that I was. So move on to the next town, you’ll slowly fall out of love with. You need to ask yourself just where is your heart at but I don’t know. I don’t know. And when I die I want to bury my body, in a place I’ve never been I’ll try and run forever. But until I die I’m gonna come out swinging, I’m gonna reach those fences I can run forever. So I’ll pull my shoe strings tight, and take off running, from the life that I’ve built. So am I a wishful thinking or do I just wish that I was.
Track Name: That's Just Like, Your Opinion, Man
So come on life, throw your best punch. It doesn’t matter how bad things are, it could always be worse. We all have crutches, not to hold us up, but to keep us going. Until our legs give out, or so we think. But we will always be moving. And I know god might not be real, and I’m okay with that.
Track Name: It's a Vice
I’d rather show my feelings, and have you shoot me down. Then just sit quiet, and watch my world stay the same. I could be your best friend, until the very end. Or we could never talk and I’d make this up in my head. I know it’s a vice, hiding behind a beer. But a pretty face, is nothing more than skin. I showed my feelings on a night that I spent lost in Milwaukee. But I’d rather show my feelings in a place I can call home. I know it’s a vice / (you’ll find yourself) / hiding behind a beer / (alone in Chicago) / and a pretty face / is nothing more than skin. I know it’s a vice / (you’ll find yourself) / hiding behind a beer / (out on the road) / and a pretty face / (is nothing) / more than skin.
Track Name: Flatlands
The palm trees in my backyard, are reason enough to leave. It takes trying and failing to say your happy, happy at 23. It’s just a handful of numbers, that will keep us apart. I know the sun will always set no matter where my home is. I know nothing is forever, and nothing stays the same. So why waste breath on a cigarette, hoping, but not trying to make change. So I’ll break free from the flatlands I’m sick of seeing, I’ll look out for the life I have ahead. I’ll keep growing and I’ll keep fucking up. Until Florida won’t have my heart when I see it again.
Track Name: Warn-Out Fretboard
We’re burning holes in the back of our minds, scraping by on the thought that we’re alive. We’re staying stagnant for no good reason. You’re a rotten tooth, decaying friendships and wasting youth. So why should I feel bad for you. Because life is just a big game, and you can’t win if you don’t risk everything. So if a worn-out fret board gives you purpose, give it all of your time and it will be worth it. And everything will be fine. If money doesn’t matter when you’re dead, then why chase dollar signs in your head, if your net worth isn’t the measurement of a man. Yeah you’re the cookie cutter mold, to our broken society, you need to learn to be happy with less. Because life is all we have, it’s our existence and all we know. It’s a blessing to wake up and find out that you’re alive. So if a worn-out fret board gives you purpose, give it all of your time and it will be worth it. And everything will be fine.