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Released March 19, 2019

Tracks 9

Runtime 41 minutes

Written by Patrick Swain

Art by Hope Grunert

01 Two Bedroom Apartment 04:09

I recognize this simple pleasure Of the look on your face in this crowded place, wer’re out of time to be hurried And it feels like I’ve got iron knees just holding all these ironies on my back like vegan leather And then there’s you and I, making the most of killing time in purgatory I recognize this kind of weather Like deciding whether you’re gonna go or if you’ll stay And there’s a world out there but you gotta remember The city’s ours just for today So you can sing this song on the way to wherever we’re going to Or in a car outside a bar where the guards wouldn’t let us sit Because you can’t be wrong to sing along if you want to In your two bedroom apartment that sleeps however many it can fit And I know that you can’t help feeling lost With all these bonds that have been broken and bridges that’ve been crossed But I’ve found a way to make your vision clearer Just have a talk with the woman in the mirror And tell me who do you wanna see staring back So you can sing this song on the way to wherever we’re going to Or in a car outside a bar where the guards wouldn’t let us sit Because you can’t be wrong to sing along if you want to In your two bedroom apartment that sleeps however many it can fit In your two bedroom apartment, yeah Such a simple pleasure Just like vegan leather Such a simple pleasure Such a simple pleasure When we’re together

02 Faded 03:36

Two hours feel like minutes And the minutes feel like days In a daze, amazing maze, yeah I feel crazy I can’t find my keys Say I need some herbal treatment, all on me, and that’s ok But I recognize it and I despise it, red in eyes, it’s not so nice so not today And I’m sure you’ve got all your supplies Along with your big bright eyes But I think I’m gonna need to fly So I’m waiting In the basement Because I hate it When I’m faded Yeah I’m waiting In the basement Cause I hate it When I’m faded Two hours never felt so slow Until you need to think about somehow escaping So now I think it might be time for me to go Because you're not aware or you don’t care about the risks you’re taking And two hours feel like everything and nothing Or a book written in a language that I was never taught to read And I’d rather try to be myself instead of being nothing But you just sit in hammocks trying to be delinquent and I gotta say that you succeed And I’m sure the park closes at 10 And even you don’t know where you been So I’m gonna do whatever I can So I’m waiting In the basement Because I hate it When I’m faded Yeah I’m waiting In the basement Cause I hate it When I’m faded So I’m just waiting In the basement I’m still waiting I’m still waiting

03 Yellow Hearts 04:16

My recent emoji section’s filled with winking faces and yellow hearts My camera roll’s a yearbook of your face I thought the time was right to make some meaning of my stars and Try to fill up this empty space I’d like to be in a similar state to the boat on my tissue box Sailing away in a simple, serene state Now my captain sitting silently anchors at the docks Mutinied by his own my first mate I’m beginning to feel something of nostalgically profound For the way I felt at 12 PM today You could say that we fell something short of tragically renowned But I just fell short of something I could say I was thinking when it’s done I’ll write a second Marvin’s Room And all the heavy words would flow right out But I didn’t know I’d have my pen and paper out so soon But the ink is flowing free as ever now My recent emoji section’s filled with variations on yellow hearts My camera roll’s still a yearbook of your face I’d like to buy a warship and shoot down some of my stars And finally learn to embrace the empty space

04 Gatsby 04:19

I’ll get onstage before our whole entire high school Just to play a song for your ears alone to hear To make you get a hint no matter how minuscule as to The feelings that I feel when you appear And late at night when the screen is bright there’s someone my sheets lack To make you think for everyone with a dot before their name I’ll usually, perhaps futilely send goodnight over black In the hopes that you’ll reply and say the same While the other kids are busy Shotgunning with their bottles and cans Screaming till their voice gets weak and raspy I’m over here shotgunning for a single fleeting chance In the aftermath I have to laugh because I’m indirect like Gatsby So here’s my grand gathering on a slightly smaller scale And the dress is much less formal and official You’re the only one invited but I can’t write an invitation in the mail I guess the only thing me and Fitz share are the first initial While the other kids are busy Shotgunning with their bottles and cans Screaming till their voice gets weak and raspy I’m over here shotgunning for a single fleeting chance In the aftermath I have to laugh because I’m indirect like Gatsby Now I’m just staring out my window A light is blinking in my eyes and rocks me to the core I don’t quite know whether my heart’s set though I think that I might just be bored

05 Typewriter 04:54

I’ll turn on the reverb dial, I’m up past 11 I sit down in it for awhile, I’m trying to get on 107 Is this me Is this who I want to be Should I be confined to such a space Should I be laughing in the face of those who List the cage they’ve chosen in the space next to their name Because in spite of being redundant it just seems like it’s the same To me I’ve got a pen in my hand with specific color ink And specific color paper, cause they have to be in sync That’s what they tell me In the writing seminars Afraid to blur a bit or switch it up for a couple bars But I mean just maybe There could be a little truth to what they say Everybody wants to know what to expect before they go and press play But it doesn’t bother me I don’t wanna be treated like some typewriter I need some metaphysical space to breathe And I’m satisfied and I’m down to ride with being multi-sided Without some label hanging over me I never know whether I should try to win the favor Of the kids with polo shirts and ten different pod juice flavors Or could it be That I could try to re-evaluate my target and then set my goal to please The kids in the back of the party sorry for chemicals in their stream For what it’s worth I can be secure in Them knowing what I mean When I say I understand I don’t wanna be treated like some typewriter I need some metaphysical space to breathe And I’m satisfied and I’m down to ride with being multi-sided Without some label hanging over me Don’t wanna be treated like an ankle biter Cause I’m trying to b six feet of musicality But I’d despise being ostracized as a dying outsider Yeah I’d rather just be me

06 Clouds 05:38

Wait, it’s getting late Inside is the side in which we’ll hide in which we’ll try to start To say, on this winter’s day Where the ice’s sheath brings warm relief to thaw your frost-bitten heart And tell, where do you hope you’ll go The places which you’ll travel to and people that you’ll know But for now, it just goes to show Nothing seems to take our minds from lake effect snow Why don’t we sit and hear the silent symphonies Cause for once you’re not the hemlock to a sullen Socrates Why don’t we watch the wind colliding with the trees And listen to the clouds go by Wait, it’s not too late It never looks the same through a windowpane but Nothing to negate and the shape of a snowflake Brings microcosms of cattle spottings That forgot about their fate So stay, if just for a moment Until we’ve shown it on its way Because today, the blizzard’s burning And the world is turning In slow decay Why don’t we sit and hear the silent symphonies Cause for once you’re not the hemlock to a sullen Socrates Why don’t we watch the wind colliding with the trees And listen to the clouds go by Why don’t we sit and hear the falling of the leaves Cause I can only feel the impact of my skin on cotton fleece Why don’t we watch the birds just gliding south with ease And listen to the clouds go by And listen to the clouds go by

07 Tennis in the Dark 03:41

I see faces what’s the word oh cause We’re leaned up against the murals cause We find places that you’ll never see Outside is the side today because Inside I decide to play with a Racket that determines who we’ll be You won’t be needing no disguise, y'know Top notch feeling being shown your eyes, y’know I’m gonna be pulling at some strings that you never heard We can cash in on Sunday vibes by staying in with our Saturday tribes cause The parks and the hearts’ closing is chosen by the store on corner of Byrd I, I was I was I’m sitting for hours I’m sitting in my cowardice Sniffing all the flowers Yeah you you make me free Bring me to reality And I switch to major key Here and there, near and far Playing tennis in the dark We can find out who we are Playing tennis in the dark My body’s aching but my mind is OK I’ve hid in closets behind a thousand walls And Bush won’t let you have your kush, but it’s just a bridge away All the 21 spots are 19 across the falls I I was I was I’m sitting for hours I’m sitting in my cowardice Sniffing all the flowers Yeah you you make me free Bring me to reality And I switch to major key I, I was I was I’m sitting for hours I’m sitting in my cowardice Sniffing all the flowers Yeah you you make me free Bring me to reality And I switch to major key Here and there, near and far Playing tennis in the dark We can find out who we are Playing tennis in the dark You can call it a start But I open my heart We can find out who we are Playing tennis in the dark Here and there, near and far Playing tennis in the dark We can find out who we are Playing tennis in the dark

08 Extended 05:08

Everybody's the star of their own movie in here And this dark room’s a crucial scene Seems the good part’d only just begun By the time that I had turned 15 Everybody thinks their life could win an Academy Award Cause they only know what they might think they’ve seen But by now we’re past constraints of keeping it low-key So there’s no need to keep it clean I never meant to pull away I never meant to pull away So I’m gon’ give you some time for you to make up your mind If you want me to stay Just put me on extended play Just put me on it Just me on extended play I never meant to pull away I never meant to pull away So I’m gon’ give you some time for you to make up your mind If you want me to stay Just put me on extended play Just put me on it Just me on extended play Here’s a group I like to call my cast and crew All the ones that got to know me all too well So excuse me if I’m trying to sit back and feel the sensation through Everyone thinks they’ve got a story to tell I never meant to pull away I never meant to pull away So I’m gon’ give you some time for you to make up your mind If you want me to stay Just put me on extended play Just put me on it Just me on extended play I never meant to pull away I never meant to pull away So I’m gon’ give you some time for you to make up your mind If you want me to stay

09 Vinyl Vision 04:49

It’s naive To think the hand of time would spare us To think the things we see won’t wear us To think we won’t become our parents But just breathe While your lungs can still find the will Just tell me you’re ready cause we’ve got some time to kill It’s simply wishful To think we’re all expenses paid To think our vision won’t be faded To think that love’s yet to be made But I stay blissful So when you clean your sheets, don’t wash me out Just tell me you’re ready to see what this world is about We don’t have much time together So play me like a vinyl record And tell me sweet nothings before they turn into real life Seventeen won’t last forever So let’s do something we’ll remember Won't you help me feel anything even if only tonight It’s bittersweet Like dark chocolate, but I know you prefer the light And it’s plain to see So let’s see what we’ll be before we lose our eyes and our sight And when the fountain of youth runs dry, just say you won’t pass me by And tell me you’ll think of me when you’re off flying high We don’t have much time together So play me like a vinyl record And tell me sweet nothings before they turn into real life Seventeen won’t last forever So let’s do something we’ll remember Won't you help me feel anything even if only tonight We don’t have much time together So play me like a vinyl record And tell me sweet nothings before they turn into real life Seventeen won’t last forever So let’s do something we’ll remember Won't you help me feel anything even if only tonight

Vinyl Vision

I made this album at the age of 15 while tinkering with my dad's music equipment in my attic. As a first-time songwriter and producer, I set out to record this collection of songs during my sophomore year of high school. Before I began, I wrote the letter to listeners below.

Dear Listener,
I'll cut to the chase. So basically, I'm trying to make a set of songs maybe nine to seventeen tracks long. This'll be a concept album, in a way, covering my experiences throughout 2016, the most important year of my life to date... I feel like the main issue here is that I'll try to force it. I'm sitting here, writing an overview for an album I don't know how I'm going to make, procrastinating instead of writing Track 1... This'll be hard. I have so much to write, with so much time. Stewart Copeland told me that you have your entire life to write your first album. I didn't know what he meant until now... There was an angsty period in there, in which I dealt with love, jealousy, self-hatred, and the whole bunch at the same time. I hated it, but I loved it... My dad’s a music fanatic, and he has a ton of equipment, so recording the songs shouldn't be a problem, except for a few biggies: I need to train my voice. It's a little shaky when I give it my all, so maybe vocal training is the answer. Also, I am a multi-instrumentalist, which makes things easier, but I don't know everything. I'm a pretty skilled keyboardist, being that I've played for ten years, but I'm only half-decent at bass and I can play some simple chords on the guitar and read tab. I'm certainly not a drummer, though, and we don't have the equipment. That could be something to work towards in the future. I'll also need a run-through of producer software, but it shouldn't be a problem. That's it. Recording this project would be wonderful. It would be a great way to express myself and share my love of music with everyone. Who knows. Maybe, some night, I'll wake up in a cold sweat with an idea. If I put pen to paper, this could be awesome. So, whoever is reading this in the present or future, wish me luck.

Sincerely,
Patrick Swain
November 29th, 2016

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