My Dear old friend Alex and I locked ourselves in a Cabin in North Carolina for a week in the Fall of 2009. No Computers or phones, but plenty of mice and crackling fires. We came out of it having written and recorded this song. We wrote it for all the aspiring musicians and artists in our lives.
Another song from the Cabin 09' experience. This one's about dating.
Well its Friday night. We're skipping stones in the sewer pipes. We watch a sunset bleed across a hazy highway line. And the night is wide open, and the bottle is wide open, and our mouths are wide open, and our lives are wide open
Oh Atlanta, nothing turned out quite like we planned it. Now you're just a stepping stone steeped in pastoral pollution - and I keep on leaving you just wrecked with resolution
Now all of my first times are getting fewer and more far between, but it feels so good to sit with you and feel us remembering. You my friend you are the same except you are the best you've ever been. And I keep leaving. But the night is wide open. And the bottle is wide open.
Oh Atlanta - Now I"m back but I can't seem to find ya. I think I left you in a car or on a porch or in a yard. Think I left you in his skinny arms. When they were still wide open.
Well its a hot sticky sweet summer heat and I can feel it riding up on my feet. So take a walk with me - in Atlanta. Do you remember when I got so good at lying, just so I could pick you up and I could take you for a ride in Atlanta.
Oh Atlanta nothing turned out quite like we planned it. and I would do anything if I could just hang out with you when we were seventeen.
You thought it was sinking. You thought it had sunken in but when you weren't looking it started resurfacing. And You knew better. And you know better still, and I'm sorry but when the other shoe drops baby well it seems to fit you so well. So put it on. Suck it up and put it on.
Cause you were careless with your things. And the got ruined when you left them out in the rain. And we can try and put them in with the washing. But they will never be the same.
My head is spinning. With what is right and what is wrong lets take it back to the beginning. And try to remember what I've been taught. They say don't talk to strangers. And keep your hands to yourself and don't do anything thats dangerous to you or anybody else.
But I have broken all those rules before. And here I go again. And I know that I am not fearless anymore, but I can sure pretend. Why do I pretend - don't we all pretend.
Its too bad we learn our lessons before we get a chance to live them. I have paid the price despite such good advice because I wasn't paying attention. But I tried, oh I tried but its not my currency. Maybe I'm just living for distractions anyways - until they get the best of me, and they will get the best of me, and I will give the best of me.
But it keeps breaking when the lessons don't apply. And in that we are the same. I am not leaving anybody high and dry, I'm just letting it change. So just let it change, cause we will never be the same.