Gravy Days
My Friend Sam
Drug Dealer
Troubled Life
Where is Your Heart
Florida Motel
The Ropes
Summer of Love
Two Brothers
DL Tashjian - Easy guitars, Vocals, some keys
Jean-Philip Grobler - Bass, vocals, keys etc...
Garrett Ienner - Lead guitars, other guitars, keys etc...
Dustin Kaufman - Drums & percussion
Patricia Beranek-Grobler - Percussion, vocals
Jared O'Connell - Keys on Drug Dealer
Recorded prety much live @ Mission Sound Studios in Brooklyn
Produced by Jean, DL & Garrett / Mixed by Jean
Songs and words by DL
Mastered by Bob Weston @ Chicago Mastering Service
Big thanks to all our friends and family who helped make this record happen. Mega-big thanks to Oliver, Jared, Sam, as well as Tommy Cosmic, Andy Baldwin and JayTram
Well sugar's got a story she whistles through the gap in her teeth.
He was such a melodrama she had to kick him to the street.
Now the kid he thinks he's fallen for something he never did.
Yeah sugar's got a new fix and everybody knows it but him.
Well we all lead a double life putting gravy on our days.
And if you play it right there ain't no feeling you can't fake.
Now while you sweat the day away you could be dancing through the week.
Just taking careless social metrics and playing to the cubicle seats.
Your said you'd lay off the drinking, Lay off the love,
Open up your arms and embrace what's above
But you're building a kingdom on beer cans and lust...
These gravy days you just can't trust.
Well baby's taking pictures and all the suitors follow suit.
They're all just graying adventurists looking for low hanging fruit.
Now while you pray to be absolved I say remain absolute
In gathering resolve to smoke a joint by the pool.
So lift off your week. Better enjoy it before we all go to hell.
Don't live your life through someone else's poem
These gravy days, gravy days won't take you home.
It's nobody's fault but your own that Sugar is gone
And she ain't coming back.
Don't lay off the drinking, don't lay off the love
Don't open up your arms and embrace whats above.
The day it hits is the day that it's done.
Gravy days, gravy days ain't enough.
There used to be a punk in Alexandria smoking parliaments.
He drove a fat strat through a ProCo Rat
And he only listened to emo.
He's my friend Sam.
He ditched the punk for dance and headed straight to Berlin
Met a girl who said she'd wait for him.
He used to stand at the front of the stage
Now he's keyed up in the VIP.
He's my friend Sam.
Sometimes I think he's got a heavy heart.
Sometimes I think we've all got em right?
Growing up is never what we want.
The best thing to do is just wing it sometimes.
He's my friend Sam.
So what's it gonna be?
I need some company
In the backseat of my car
I'm all alone until you turn me on
I used to take you home
Now I just listen in
Got a subscription to the fix
So baby tell me how it is
Ooo Drug Dealer
Ahh take me with you
Smells of sandalwood and leather
In oversaturated measures
Yeah it'll burn right through your senses
But she can kick you to feel better
Is it wrong to sample them all?
Who's writing hits these days and when will they be gone?
So what's it gonna be? Hmm?
Ooo Drug Dealer
Ahh take me with you
Oh make me happy
Ooo Drug Dealer
Are you a playlist or a song?
Or just whatever turns me on?
The third option is long gone.
Projecting feelings is my business
You get to tell me how I feel
You tell me how I feel, I try to feel it out
Ooo Drug Dealer
Ahh take me with you
Oh make me happy
Ooo Drug Dealer
Dealer dealer, just give me something that can make me feel again.
I kept the overhead low and I headed down south.
I thought I'd leave it all behind and try to figure shit out.
I'm starting to think that all my heroes were just creeps
And maybe that's just what it takes...
Yeah I'm thinking about, getting back to my troubled life.
I hear ghosts knocking at my door
I see smoke signals in the bar
I read signs on every street
They're pulling me back
Yeah my crazy is different
But it's crazy just the same.
I might be sedated all the time
But I'm still behind the wheel.
Everytime I try to say something different
It ends up coming out all wrong.
Yeah I'm thinking about, getting back to my troubled life
I hear ghosts knocking at my door
I see smoke signals in the bar
I read signs on every street
They're pulling me back, back
I remember sunny days
Seen 'em pushing through the rain
But there's this stress and fills my chest
The closer I get back to my troubled life.
Yeah I'm gonna go back, back to my troubled life.
I'll turn the radio on
Find a song I can sing
I'll roll the windows down
And turn it up.
I'm on a road to nowhere.
Where I'm headed i couldn't say
And im thinking about
What I've lost along the way.
I hear ghosts knocking at my door
I see smoke signals in the bar
I read signs on every street
They're pulling me back, back
I remember sunny days
Seen em pushing through the rain
But there's this stress and fills my chest
The closer I get back to my troubled life.
Yeah I'm gonna go back, back to my troubled life.
Troubled minds breathe troubled lines
Troubled minds twist lovely lies
Been laying low but you want to be found
Always a cynic seems your ego just grew out
Kicking around youve got your hands tied up
And a pocket full of crushes you can crush em all you want
Where is your heart
Is your heart? Baby
Where is your heart
Is your heart? Tell me
There you go and turn off the lights
We walked a rhythm and it wasn’t quite right
Always wasted and alone, did he walk you home
Guess you could understand
how someone’s kiss could never make you whole.
We walked that rhythm, you broke it right
We’re more played out than star crossed lovers trading secrets in the night.
Where is your heart
Is your heart? Baby
Where is your heart
Is your heart? Tell me
Your friends say you’ve lost touch
Diner coffee and the same old stories
Same old booth and the same black jeans
Same old town and the same old dreams
Where is your heart
Is your heart? Baby
Where is your heart
Is your heart? Tell me
There’s deco pink flamingos that stand guard over my door
And a neon sign that’s buzzing through the witching hour.
I can hear my neighbor just polishing his barrel.
A knock upon his door, soon my desk lamp starts to rattle.
I’ve got a 5th of whiskey, I’m sure it can’t drink itself.
I spent all of my money on girls and the kennel club.
You’ve always known my troubles and how I love a good hell...
Ooh, Florida motel.
Dirty teal and tile line the stucco with chagrin
And no matter what the clock says I can’t tell which time I’m in.
I play Wednesday nights at Tradewinds and it keeps me on my feet
So I can spend my days our searching for square grouper on the beach.
I’ll cough awake the Datsun and I’ll burn one as I drive
When it seems all of my passions have hung me out to dry.
You’ve always known my troubles and how I love a good hell...
Ooh, Florida motel.
When I can’t sleep I’ll listen and think about my place
And this beautiful way station that leads from one world to the next.
You’ve always known my troubles and how I love a good hell...
Ooh, Florida motel.
I was born into this town
Until he left then I got out.
He told me I should never wed
Over famous rays and Heinekens.
He said "son you shouldn’t leave things to the weather
The rain will come down no matter where you’re tethered"
I’d thank him for an epic loss of hope
But I know he was just showing me the ropes.
She said "kid you might think you’re the one
But I’m not sure you’ve got the stuff.
I’m going with another love
But still wishing you the best of luck."
"Maybe you should put this in a letter.
I know you were hoping things would work out better
You love me you love me you love me well I don’t
Honey I was just showing you the ropes.”
Well I am always stuck between
The pull of my past and what’s in front of me.
Somehow these expected dreams
Are keeping me from being free.
It’s like I’m always on the wrong side of the deal.
I drew my guns when I should’ve turned the wheel.
Maybe one day I will know which way to go but
Until then life’s just showing me the ropes.
In a state of young love Garrett looked for something new.
He set his mind to cooking and he re-applied to school.
With no passion to go home and keep him still at night he’d haunt
Those jukebox dives hold seldom brides but G can spot a diamond in the rough.
He’s out there tonight, roaming the streets of New York city
Feeling the breeze and leaving heartbeats
In the wake of the summer heat
Every corner he turns, an attempt at retreat
Ooh summer of love,
Ooh summer of love,
Broken hearts might get covered up by a summer of love.
Sammy’s back from LA with a broken heart in tow
A crystal round his neck won’t give him vibes enough to cope.
Traveling down Chrystie with bottle of Fernet
Home sweet home and Lé Baron the catacombs for these two tortured souls.
They’re out there tonight littering the warmth of the flickering street light
Ready to collide with lovely foreign musings and
Ready spit on their tongues
Our heros arrive...
Ooh summer of love,
Ooh summer of love,
Broken hearts might get covered up by a summer of love.
Lovers for a day it’s some healthy escape
It’s meaningless, it’s effortless right?
Well at least the drugs are working in a…
Ooh summer of love,
Ooh summer of love,
Broken hearts might get covered up by a summer of love.
We’re just two brothers rolling together, rolling together, rolling together
This world is not a one way street
But I’ve got your back and you’ve got mine
And no matter how far we fall apart
We can always talk anytime
We’re just two brothers rolling together, rolling together, rolling together
Sometimes we lay out in the sun
Mostly we just laze about
Sometimes we fight then we don’t
Is there an outside world? I don’t even care
We’re just two brothers rolling together, rolling together, rolling together