Fox Meadow

by stand and wave

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released February 25, 2017

big thanks to Steven Meara for helping us record/mix/master this album and to Tori Ciarcia for featuring on this album as well.

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4 kids from Westchester NY who love making music

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Track Name: Get Nora!
Turn off all the lights and I'll lie here all alone, and think of something good I found,
A telephone, I'll wait for that ringer to sound, and when I hear that tone,
It's just my dad from out of town and he asked if it snowed here.

And I'm a little ghost because I die at the dead of day,
and you say ghosts can not be loved, they fill the room with dread,
tend to look down from above, and loathe that I am dead,
and sing of how they're dying doves and they cry in the basement.

I want to look you in the eyes and tell you that I'll grow up,
but know I never will, because look what's in the cup,
sitting on my windowsill, your eyes are just too much,
and here I lay from popping pills and dreaming of maples to swing from

Listening to pop punk and feeling like a piece of shit,
my life just ain't that bad, so how'd it come to this,
I don't know who what where when why made me sad but
I'm not gonna quit, and look again its just my dad, he asked if I'm up yet
Track Name: Stone Flowers
If death, is right around the corner, then life, is right around the bend,
and everything I've ever seen's in blatant truth and fleeting dreams
and stems of stolen flowers up ahead

And the boy who's dressed in black is whistling,
Love songs, he's singing out of tune,
Hoping that his melody, is fresh inside your memory,
When he sings it he's thinking of you

If I, promise, to leave and never turn around,
If all that's left's foundations, tell me where your taste went, that once was in the basement of this house.

Little birdie's wings are getting tired, he's scared he's gonna fall and hit the ground,
Missing climbing up his maple tree no love or lust or entropy and listening to happy little sounds,
Climbing up your maple tree no love or lust or entropy and listening to melancholy sounds.

If I, promise, to leave and never turn around,
If all that's left's foundations, tell me where your taste went, that once was in the basement of this house.

If death, is right around the corner, then life, is right around the bend,
and everything I've ever seen's in blatant truth and fleeting dreams
and stems of stolen flowers up ahead
Track Name: Okie Dokie
The fox in the meadow said where did my head go I want to burn.
And the moth in the cockpit said I'm flying this fox, he's gonna burn.
So I packed up and left, said I'm heading out west, and then I woke up.
Try to tear out the staples, proceed to put back the maples and all the oaks up.

And I said okie dokie, I won't tell you I'm choking, that I'm withering slowly, and my heart feels like stone,
That these footsteps are holy, all these angels are smoking, only feeling so lonely because they're alone.
Singing Oh, Oh, Oh. Singing Oh. Oh. Oh.

Flick on your TV, so it ain't hard to be me, little cloud.
Gotta love broken lightbulbs, I don't got no disciples, because I'm too loud.
And when I'm sad at least, I can head home back east, and get rid of me.
Get rid of this person who is screaming and cursing get rid of me.

And I said okie dokie, I won't tell you I'm choking, that I'm withering slowly, and my heart feels like stone,
That these footsteps are holy, all these angels are smoking, only feeling so lonely because they're alone.
Singing Oh, Oh, Oh. Singing Oh. Oh. Oh.

And you're heading up north, and I'm all out of sorts,
And I'm heading down south, with a gun in my mouth,
And I'm heading back east, where I know at least,
I can dream of the west and death again.
And you're heading up north, and I'm all out of sorts,
And I'm heading down south, with a gun in my mouth,
And I'm heading back east, where I know at least,
I can dream of the west and death again.

And I said okie dokie, I won't tell you I'm choking, that I'm withering slowly, and my heart feels like stone,
That these footsteps are holy, all these angels are smoking, only feeling so lonely because they're alone.
Singing Oh, Oh, Oh. Singing Oh. Oh. Oh.
(And you're heading up north, and I'm all out of sorts,
And I'm heading down south, with a gun in my mouth,
And I'm heading back east, where I know at least,
I can dream of the west and death again)
Track Name: Little Love
I stayed up late the other night,
We talked out love, and suicide,
If out of sight, is out of mind,
I'm out of yours, and out of mine.

So think of me, with careful aim,
Little kisses, stay the same,
Little ghosts, with middle names,
Little love, lends itself to little fame.

Feet were bare, end of the road,
I felt the pavement burn the bottoms of my toes,
Just another episode,
With Ocho-Cinco wrapped around me I don't know,

You were there, and I was here,
When little lovers cracked another little beer,
People I don't know live near me,
Pretty flowers grow from ugly people's tears.
Track Name: Hand Sanitizer
Hello, is just another way to keep cold, just another way to make sure I don't sound stupid on the phone, just another way to say that I'm afraid of getting old, that I'm afraid of dying young, afraid of doing what I'm told.

I like the smell of hand sanitizer, but I'm really none the wiser if my hands are any cleaner than before.
Open up the fridge and see there's Budweiser, but I think I'll just have water 'cause I'd like to keep from sleeping on the floor.

My heart beats slow when I'm alone, a look out of the window makes me feel at home.
My sleep starts around my toes. Make sure my casket's all the way closed.

I like the smell of hand sanitizer, but I'm really none the wiser if my hands are any cleaner than before.
Open up the fridge and see there's Budweiser, but I think I'll just have water 'cause I'd like to keep from sleeping on the floor.
Track Name: 17
I'm getting used to driving 17 alone, summer breeze will make me shiver, winter sun sweats through my clothes.
I'm getting used to ways the road will scuff my toes, the ways these poems are delivered to, each other's, getting old.

Floors will groan with weights of shadow's weighed in stone,
It's funny that I see them, the sun has left me cold, alone.
Flowers grow from angels pulling up on what you've sown,
It's funny that I see them because all the grass is overgrown.
Funny that I see them, because all the grass is overgrown.

I'm getting used to driving 17 alone, summer breeze will make me shiver, winter sun sweats through my clothes.
I'm getting used to ways the road will scuff my toes, the ways these poems are delivered to, each other's, getting old.

Tired eyes, have blinked a few too many times,
When they open up again, they tend to realize,
They slipped and fell, and their feet broke, they've fallen off the boat,
And I don't need salt water just to keep me afloat

I'm getting used to driving 17 alone, summer breeze will make me shiver, winter sun sweats through my clothes.
I'm getting used to ways the road will scuff my toes, the ways these poems are delivered to, each other's, getting old.
Track Name: Willows
Take a look at all my messy notes on life, we're all just flees and ticks and mice I'm not the only one with no clue what to do, lefties pick and righties choose, only minor things to lose, am I the only one who wants to walk in ambidextrous shoes?

All these alibis aren't only here to stall, happy truths and happy lies, what's really the difference after all? They say that when you lie it always comes around, does it really matter if it makes you smile and you never find out?

So wait for me, I'm watering these weeping willow trees,
Wait, oh please, what if I don't want my life to roll like a sad movie.
Singin'

Just another half a year until winter looms, then rain will turn to ice and ice to snow again too soon, turn that snow to dust, shouting moon or bust!
I think a nosebleed means your heart sweats blood and turns your bones to rust, to rust, to rust.

So wait for me, I'm watering these weeping willow trees,
Wait, oh please, what if I don't want my life to roll like a sad movie.
Singin'
Track Name: Land Ho!
Thinking back to summers passed, footprints on the blacktop cast into cement, the time turns into stone.
Wooden swords and broken bones, washing grass stains off our clothes.
Watch the rain fall down, through the driveway's cracks.

Thinking back, winters passed, paw prints etched into the snow,
We'll leave the fire on when nobody's home because,
Without it there the winter air is just a bit too cold.

I'll sail east, and you sail west, I guess it's time to smile wide and say "I wish you all the best"
And one day when these ships are far from home.
And we'll both shout land ho

Hey, we're just the same the same long veins are stretched over these bones
You'll tend to share your drinks with saints, I'll sit here sharing mine with ghosts.

I'll sail east, and you sail west, I guess it's time to smile wide and say "I wish you all the best"
And one day when these ships are far from home.
And we'll both shout land... ho