Spring EP

by Anika Scribbling

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credits

released 31 December 2012

Anika Scribbling is...
Dylan Wheaton - Guitar, Vocals
Kenny Wheaton - Banjo, Vocals
Tyler Kinsherf - Upright Bass, Vocals
Steve Capachione - Keys, Vocals
Eric George - Percussion, Vocals

Produced by Anika Scribbling and Pat Luddy
Engineered by Pat Luddy and Tony Spaulding
Recorded at Groove Lounge Studios and The New England Institute of Art

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tags: folk indie Boston

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Track Name: Spring
Focus the camera, walk through the door
Blood is a stain like wine on the floor
Spark up a match and blow out the flame
Winter is gone as quick as it came

Now I am sober, I swear, I'm sober
Pleased to meet you
Don't be scared
As seasons greet you
You're under-prepared

Now one by one
We all got shot
Three fell down
Two got caught
Track Name: Last Train Out
I stepped on a spider today
Now I’m quite certain it’ll rain for three days straight
And you, locked me in the bedroom
Out of punishment but you should know by now
I’ll always crawl out the window somehow

Face paint and crayons, I’m just a canvas for you to paint on
You’re on your own, what do you call yourself?

Let her in before you let your stomach settle
Tell her lies, all lies
Let her in before you let your stomach settle
Tell her lies, all lies

You’re way too young to be exposed to this filthy playground
Your mother must have disowned you son, and Left you at this Greyhound station
I guess we’ll see, I guess we’ll see
Who has the last laugh now that you’re gone

I looked out the window today
Through the bars and they were laughing but it was so far away
And you choose to keep me locked up and away
But one of these days, yeah, one of these days I will choose to walk away

Face paint and crayons, I’m just a canvas for you to paint on
You’re on your own, what do you call yourself?

You’re way too young to be exposed to this filthy playground
Your mother must have disowned you son, and Left you at this Greyhound station
I guess we’ll see, I guess we’ll see
Who has the last laugh now that you’re gone
Track Name: Against The Grain
I’m falling out, filter through as they drain the blood
How long? God only knows, before the quick slip pull of that trigger
You’ll have ‘em falling like dominos

I’ve tried so hard to keep quiet
Your heartbeat’s slowing down
It’s gone too far to let it die
Don’t let it die

It’s all around us, but you just can’t seem to let it go
So simple yet so under control, walking around with the world on your shoulders
Telling all those lies. Yeah, the quick slip pull of that trigger
You’ll have 'em falling like dominos

I’ve tried so hard to keep quiet
Your heartbeat’s slowing down
It’s gone too far to let it die
Don’t let it die

I’ve tried so hard to keep quiet
Your heartbeat’s slowing down
It’s gone too far to let it die
Don’t let it die
Track Name: Ship In a Bottle
Just a little bit of insecurity
On the drive back home, decide to check the mail
Never going back to the same place again, you just stop.
Brush your teeth in the morning
Off and on another warning
On the TV screen
Woulda been better of dead. (repeat 5x)
The record keeps on skipping till you stop.

As years go by you forget your own name
The stained glass breaks, steals the end of the day
You sat alone inside you broken home
Left to entertain yourself, all alone

Sat and wondered why you never had any friends
All the women in the world have gone and swept you away
You only wanna believe one thing and that’s it, so just stop.
Take a nap in the evening
In and out of lucid dreaming
In the springtime drink another bottle of gin
All the windows are busted out of this god damned place, and you look so sick.

As years go by you forget your own name
The stained glass breaks, steals the end of the day
You sat alone inside you broken home
Left to entertain your self, all alone