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Written and arranged by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (P) 2016
Ginnifer Brown: Lead vocals, clarinets
Nathan Brown: Guitar, programming, harmony vocals
Brian Andrew Marek: Sonic spectrum consultant
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Brown and Serve Recording, Saint Louis, MO
Produced by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown
Ultrabrown Records
Artwork from L'Angelus by Jean-Francois Millet, 1814 - 1875
Ginnifer Brown: Lead vocals, clarinets
Nathan Brown: Guitar, programming, harmony vocals
Brian Andrew Marek: Sonic spectrum consultant
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Brown and Serve Recording, Saint Louis, MO
Produced by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown
Ultrabrown Records
Artwork from L'Angelus by Jean-Francois Millet, 1814 - 1875
Bedtime Rhyme
Written by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (C) 2012
Though it's known that we're
Born alone under
Indifferent stars,
The world's wide enough
To hide my scars.
I have walked through the
Quiet shocks of self-
Inflicted sorrow
Just like you.
Run with me tomorrow.
Count the minutes until it's done,
Then spend them with me one-by-one.
Rook took Queen when she
Came between untold
Ambition and grace.
Clean and new wins the
Inhuman race.
Though it's known that there's
None like home for the
Inconsonant throng,
I'll lie by you
Where I belong.
Written by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (C) 2012
Though it's known that we're
Born alone under
Indifferent stars,
The world's wide enough
To hide my scars.
I have walked through the
Quiet shocks of self-
Inflicted sorrow
Just like you.
Run with me tomorrow.
Count the minutes until it's done,
Then spend them with me one-by-one.
Rook took Queen when she
Came between untold
Ambition and grace.
Clean and new wins the
Inhuman race.
Though it's known that there's
None like home for the
Inconsonant throng,
I'll lie by you
Where I belong.
Written and arranged by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (P) 2016
Ginnifer Brown: Lead, harmony, and background vocals
Nathan Brown: Guitars, harmonica, programming, background vocals
Tristessa Brown: Background vocals
Brian Andrew Marek: Sonic spectrum consultant
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Brown and Serve Recording, Saint Louis, MO
Ultrabrown Records
Produced by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown, with help from Craig England, Tam England, and Gig Thurmond
Artwork from The Oath of the Horatii by Jacques-Louis David, 1748 - 1825
Ginnifer Brown: Lead, harmony, and background vocals
Nathan Brown: Guitars, harmonica, programming, background vocals
Tristessa Brown: Background vocals
Brian Andrew Marek: Sonic spectrum consultant
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Brown and Serve Recording, Saint Louis, MO
Ultrabrown Records
Produced by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown, with help from Craig England, Tam England, and Gig Thurmond
Artwork from The Oath of the Horatii by Jacques-Louis David, 1748 - 1825
History Repeats
Written by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (C) 2012
Forget
A memory, sweet and gall.
Forgive,
And grace will cheat us all.
Return,
If you retreat to me,
Relive,
History repeats.
Beneath, behind, between,
In every room, you're here but can't be seen
Like music no one hears
In laundromats, in clockwork restless gears.
A drink from Lethe's stream
Might make me thirst for you in desert dreams,
But, in the light of day,
An illusion's black allure fades grey.
Long love comes from short memory,
And beliefs make myth true.
But I can't deny reality,
So I'll forget you.
With every shade pulled down,
The scratched records spin webs of silken sound.
My photo album’s clean;
Your face cut out of every scene.
Long love comes from short memory,
And beliefs make myth true.
But I won't ignore reality,
So I will...
Forget
A memory, sweet and gall.
Forgive,
And grace will cheat us all.
Return,
If you retreat, in time,
Relive,
History repeats the crime.
Forget
The facts I can't deny.
Forgive
Myself; identify.
Return.
Can't take my blame from me.
Relive.
It is my name.
Written by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (C) 2012
Forget
A memory, sweet and gall.
Forgive,
And grace will cheat us all.
Return,
If you retreat to me,
Relive,
History repeats.
Beneath, behind, between,
In every room, you're here but can't be seen
Like music no one hears
In laundromats, in clockwork restless gears.
A drink from Lethe's stream
Might make me thirst for you in desert dreams,
But, in the light of day,
An illusion's black allure fades grey.
Long love comes from short memory,
And beliefs make myth true.
But I can't deny reality,
So I'll forget you.
With every shade pulled down,
The scratched records spin webs of silken sound.
My photo album’s clean;
Your face cut out of every scene.
Long love comes from short memory,
And beliefs make myth true.
But I won't ignore reality,
So I will...
Forget
A memory, sweet and gall.
Forgive,
And grace will cheat us all.
Return,
If you retreat, in time,
Relive,
History repeats the crime.
Forget
The facts I can't deny.
Forgive
Myself; identify.
Return.
Can't take my blame from me.
Relive.
It is my name.
Written and arranged by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (P) 2016
Ginnifer Brown: Lead, harmony, and background vocals, bass guitar
Nathan Brown: Guitars, programming
Brian Andrew Marek: Sonic spectrum consultant
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Brown and Serve Recording, Saint Louis, MO
Ultrabrown Records
Produced by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown
Artwork from Joan of Arc at the Coronation of Charles VII by Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres, 1780 - 1867
Ginnifer Brown: Lead, harmony, and background vocals, bass guitar
Nathan Brown: Guitars, programming
Brian Andrew Marek: Sonic spectrum consultant
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Brown and Serve Recording, Saint Louis, MO
Ultrabrown Records
Produced by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown
Artwork from Joan of Arc at the Coronation of Charles VII by Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres, 1780 - 1867
Mile-Wide Talk
Written by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (C) 2012
That line, that sign, that kind of mindless mile-wide talk
The snare, the dare, the stare etched my shadow in the sidewalk
Inside out, inside doubt
Spurn it, burn it, watch it turn black
Quiet - Deny it
My etiquette will tame the truth, build the cage
Hush, hush now - Act your age
My shame, my blame, my name hidden callous in the dark
Goodbye, good cry, good eye can see light down in the park
Hold it in - Hold the din
Under thunder hear it turn black
Quiet - Deny it
My medicine can break me, break apart my rage
Calm down and act your age
Compliance insures
Reliance endures
The silence inures
So dumb, so numb, feel it turn black
Quiet - Deny it
High edifice locked tight
Written by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (C) 2012
That line, that sign, that kind of mindless mile-wide talk
The snare, the dare, the stare etched my shadow in the sidewalk
Inside out, inside doubt
Spurn it, burn it, watch it turn black
Quiet - Deny it
My etiquette will tame the truth, build the cage
Hush, hush now - Act your age
My shame, my blame, my name hidden callous in the dark
Goodbye, good cry, good eye can see light down in the park
Hold it in - Hold the din
Under thunder hear it turn black
Quiet - Deny it
My medicine can break me, break apart my rage
Calm down and act your age
Compliance insures
Reliance endures
The silence inures
So dumb, so numb, feel it turn black
Quiet - Deny it
High edifice locked tight
Written and arranged by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (P) 2016
Ginnifer Brown: Lead vocals
Nathan Brown: Guitars, programming, background vocals
Brian Andrew Marek: Sonic spectrum consultant
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Brown and Serve Recording, Saint Louis, MO
Ultrabrown Records
Produced by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown, with help from Craig England, Tam England, and Gig Thurmond
Artwork from Cupid and Psyche by Francois Gerard, 1770 - 1837
Ginnifer Brown: Lead vocals
Nathan Brown: Guitars, programming, background vocals
Brian Andrew Marek: Sonic spectrum consultant
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Brown and Serve Recording, Saint Louis, MO
Ultrabrown Records
Produced by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown, with help from Craig England, Tam England, and Gig Thurmond
Artwork from Cupid and Psyche by Francois Gerard, 1770 - 1837
Somehow
Written by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (C) 2012
In the highway outside of Belleville,
In a Hyundai full of all her things,
In the crush of a woman so still
To the rush of hope she clings.
In her heart, she's death defying,
Double-bladed - faith and doubt.
With the feeling high like flying,
Vivid dreams, electrifying,
And the constant need of now
Must be satisfied somehow.
On a Monday after the goodbyes,
On the runway waiting in a line,
On a plane full of still half-closed eyes
In his veins, two truths entwine.
Sweat and love and blood pulse so hard.
Living hand to mouth to brow
Molds an honest face, although scarred,
And a life behind the plow.
Flowers bloom but with regard
In a cold brickyard.
Find the cause in a plain vow,
So extravagant somehow.
With the workday's numbers all reckoned,
With the birthday cards and wishes read,
With each other, a quiet second
Spent just lying in our bed.
Touching hands to shelter our shrine,
Nesting on a strong oak bough,
As essential as the sunshine,
Never could be called highbrow.
Modern myth of spark divine.
All the stars align.
I'll take real over the wow,
And we'll stay in love somehow
Written by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (C) 2012
In the highway outside of Belleville,
In a Hyundai full of all her things,
In the crush of a woman so still
To the rush of hope she clings.
In her heart, she's death defying,
Double-bladed - faith and doubt.
With the feeling high like flying,
Vivid dreams, electrifying,
And the constant need of now
Must be satisfied somehow.
On a Monday after the goodbyes,
On the runway waiting in a line,
On a plane full of still half-closed eyes
In his veins, two truths entwine.
Sweat and love and blood pulse so hard.
Living hand to mouth to brow
Molds an honest face, although scarred,
And a life behind the plow.
Flowers bloom but with regard
In a cold brickyard.
Find the cause in a plain vow,
So extravagant somehow.
With the workday's numbers all reckoned,
With the birthday cards and wishes read,
With each other, a quiet second
Spent just lying in our bed.
Touching hands to shelter our shrine,
Nesting on a strong oak bough,
As essential as the sunshine,
Never could be called highbrow.
Modern myth of spark divine.
All the stars align.
I'll take real over the wow,
And we'll stay in love somehow
Written and arranged by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (P) 2016
Ginnifer Brown: Lead and background vocals
Nathan Brown: Guitars, programming
Brian Andrew Marek: Sonic spectrum consultant
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Brown and Serve Recording, Saint Louis, MO
Ultrabrown Records
Produced by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown, with help from Craig England, Tam England, and Gig Thurmond
Artwork from The Night of 9 or 10 Thermidor, Year 2, Arrest of Maximilien Robespierre by Jean-Joseph-Francois Tassaert (1765-1835)
Ginnifer Brown: Lead and background vocals
Nathan Brown: Guitars, programming
Brian Andrew Marek: Sonic spectrum consultant
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Brown and Serve Recording, Saint Louis, MO
Ultrabrown Records
Produced by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown, with help from Craig England, Tam England, and Gig Thurmond
Artwork from The Night of 9 or 10 Thermidor, Year 2, Arrest of Maximilien Robespierre by Jean-Joseph-Francois Tassaert (1765-1835)
Forty-Five
Written by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (C) 2012
Can't find the poetry in pain for me, no beauty in the truth,
And now I'm drowning in the water that I walked on in my youth,
Twisted tongue, lips bee-stung.
When my favorite record
Skips on my favorite part
When a broken record
Feels like a broken heart
I was so frozen by tragedy, too angry, couldn't mend
In the years that burned like the letters that I always meant to send.
Had no choice; lost my voice.
When my favorite record
Skips on my favorite part
When a broken record
Feels like a broken heart
Wrote One-Note-Johnny's symphony
On the back of a postage stamp.
Forty-five French Revolutions
But the chords still come out damp.
When my favorite record
(Don't want this feeling to end)
Skips on my favorite part
(Don't want to lose you again)
When a broken record
(I don't know if I can mend)
Feels like a broken heart
Written by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (C) 2012
Can't find the poetry in pain for me, no beauty in the truth,
And now I'm drowning in the water that I walked on in my youth,
Twisted tongue, lips bee-stung.
When my favorite record
Skips on my favorite part
When a broken record
Feels like a broken heart
I was so frozen by tragedy, too angry, couldn't mend
In the years that burned like the letters that I always meant to send.
Had no choice; lost my voice.
When my favorite record
Skips on my favorite part
When a broken record
Feels like a broken heart
Wrote One-Note-Johnny's symphony
On the back of a postage stamp.
Forty-five French Revolutions
But the chords still come out damp.
When my favorite record
(Don't want this feeling to end)
Skips on my favorite part
(Don't want to lose you again)
When a broken record
(I don't know if I can mend)
Feels like a broken heart
Written and arranged by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (P) 2016
Ginnifer Brown: Lead vocal, accordion
Nathan Brown: Guitars, programming
Brian Andrew Marek: Sonic spectrum consultant
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Brown and Serve Recording, Saint Louis, MO
Ultrabrown Records
Produced by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown
Artwork from The Storming of the Bastille by Jean-Pierre Houel (1735-1813)
Ginnifer Brown: Lead vocal, accordion
Nathan Brown: Guitars, programming
Brian Andrew Marek: Sonic spectrum consultant
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Brown and Serve Recording, Saint Louis, MO
Ultrabrown Records
Produced by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown
Artwork from The Storming of the Bastille by Jean-Pierre Houel (1735-1813)
Without a Word
Written by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (C) 2012
Without a word
Without a voice
Punched a hole in the sound
Of the whitest noise
To say nothing
To play the game
Suffering in silence
Sounds the same
Can't call back a careless curse
But I hang on the words
That I need you to say
In the call of the birds
In the verses I pray
It's the truth of the song
And the hope of the vow
That can only be strong
When it's spoken out loud
The sigh of rain
The flood is quiet
Broke the dam in my heart
Raging blood in riot
And not of stone
And not of clay
But the tune of the moon
And the light of day
The cruelest lies are made of gold
But you hang on the words
That you need me to say
In the absence of hurt
All the sound goes away
If the spell can be broken
And the damage undone
Then by the same token
The song must be sung
Written by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (C) 2012
Without a word
Without a voice
Punched a hole in the sound
Of the whitest noise
To say nothing
To play the game
Suffering in silence
Sounds the same
Can't call back a careless curse
But I hang on the words
That I need you to say
In the call of the birds
In the verses I pray
It's the truth of the song
And the hope of the vow
That can only be strong
When it's spoken out loud
The sigh of rain
The flood is quiet
Broke the dam in my heart
Raging blood in riot
And not of stone
And not of clay
But the tune of the moon
And the light of day
The cruelest lies are made of gold
But you hang on the words
That you need me to say
In the absence of hurt
All the sound goes away
If the spell can be broken
And the damage undone
Then by the same token
The song must be sung
Written and arranged by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (P) 2016
Ginnifer Brown: Lead vocal
Nathan Brown: Guitars, programming
Brian Andrew Marek: Sonic spectrum consultant
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Brown and Serve Recording, Saint Louis, MO
Ultrabrown Records
Produced by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown
Artwork from Diogenes by Jean-Léon Gérôme (1824-1904)
Ginnifer Brown: Lead vocal
Nathan Brown: Guitars, programming
Brian Andrew Marek: Sonic spectrum consultant
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Brown and Serve Recording, Saint Louis, MO
Ultrabrown Records
Produced by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown
Artwork from Diogenes by Jean-Léon Gérôme (1824-1904)
If I Had a Light
Written by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (C) 2012
Did you deceive
Did you want to believe
I swear, swear, swear it's true
Never begin
Once it's under the skin
I swear, swear, swear to you
If I had a place to hide
If I had a light inside
If I could let it shine then I'd
Be pure and just as weak as you
Down in the hole
Where the dreams shovel coal
Burns the truth they can never know
Blacker than soot
Like a murder, he put
A kiss on my lips, soft and slow
If I had a place to hide
If I had a light inside
If I could let it shine then I'd
Be pure and just as weak as you
When I learn the reasons for rain
When I burn the candles in trance
When we walk together in grain
I will scream, the ghost and the chance
If I had a place to hide
If I'd had a hope that died
If I had a light inside
If I could let it shine then I'd…
I’d be just as weak as you
Written by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (C) 2012
Did you deceive
Did you want to believe
I swear, swear, swear it's true
Never begin
Once it's under the skin
I swear, swear, swear to you
If I had a place to hide
If I had a light inside
If I could let it shine then I'd
Be pure and just as weak as you
Down in the hole
Where the dreams shovel coal
Burns the truth they can never know
Blacker than soot
Like a murder, he put
A kiss on my lips, soft and slow
If I had a place to hide
If I had a light inside
If I could let it shine then I'd
Be pure and just as weak as you
When I learn the reasons for rain
When I burn the candles in trance
When we walk together in grain
I will scream, the ghost and the chance
If I had a place to hide
If I'd had a hope that died
If I had a light inside
If I could let it shine then I'd…
I’d be just as weak as you
Written and arranged by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (C) (P) 2016
Ginnifer Brown: Lead vocals
Nathan Brown: Guitars, programming
Brian Andrew Marek: Sonic spectrum consultant
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Brown and Serve Recording, Saint Louis, MO
Ultrabrown Records
Produced by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown, with help from Craig England, Tam England, and Gig Thurmond
Artwork from The Death of Marat by Jacques-Louis David, 1748 - 1825
Ginnifer Brown: Lead vocals
Nathan Brown: Guitars, programming
Brian Andrew Marek: Sonic spectrum consultant
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Brown and Serve Recording, Saint Louis, MO
Ultrabrown Records
Produced by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown, with help from Craig England, Tam England, and Gig Thurmond
Artwork from The Death of Marat by Jacques-Louis David, 1748 - 1825
Blood From a Stone
Written by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (C) 2012
And when I thought it was ending
The needle in my spine enchanted my
heart
Feel erotic erosion
And little cracks eventually break us
apart
But there's a point to pretending
A riddle told in finer bone meal of age
Take tranquilizer tranquility
A rat will intentionally stay in the cage
A shy voice on the phone
Told me not to bother
Bolt, pin, and bone
Spill blood in the water
Blood from a stone
We were carved of wood and rock
Broken under weather
Scarred by all the "would have" talk
Spoken under breath
Hear absolute absolution
The rattle of a porcelain doll collection
plate
A cracked voice on the phone
Told me not to bother
An individual clone
Broke the mold in choler
Bolt, pin, and bone
Spill blood in the water
Blood from a stone
Written by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (C) 2012
And when I thought it was ending
The needle in my spine enchanted my
heart
Feel erotic erosion
And little cracks eventually break us
apart
But there's a point to pretending
A riddle told in finer bone meal of age
Take tranquilizer tranquility
A rat will intentionally stay in the cage
A shy voice on the phone
Told me not to bother
Bolt, pin, and bone
Spill blood in the water
Blood from a stone
We were carved of wood and rock
Broken under weather
Scarred by all the "would have" talk
Spoken under breath
Hear absolute absolution
The rattle of a porcelain doll collection
plate
A cracked voice on the phone
Told me not to bother
An individual clone
Broke the mold in choler
Bolt, pin, and bone
Spill blood in the water
Blood from a stone
Written and arranged by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (C) (P) 2016
Mike Holdinghaus: Mandolin
Ginnifer Brown: Lead vocals, accordion
Nathan Brown: Guitars, programming, background vocals
Brian Andrew Marek: Sonic spectrum consultant
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Brown and Serve Recording, Saint Louis, MO
Ultrabrown Records
Produced by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown
Artwork from The Green Muse, Albert Maignan, 1845 - 1908
Mike Holdinghaus: Mandolin
Ginnifer Brown: Lead vocals, accordion
Nathan Brown: Guitars, programming, background vocals
Brian Andrew Marek: Sonic spectrum consultant
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Brown and Serve Recording, Saint Louis, MO
Ultrabrown Records
Produced by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown
Artwork from The Green Muse, Albert Maignan, 1845 - 1908
Nightflier
Written by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (C) 2012
A walk on egg shells gets easier
When I hold my breath and peace
But every now and then I can't help but
fall and
I have to crawl on my knees
Nightflier
Come take me higher
Can't wait 'til when
You're down again
Hey Nightflier
Burns like a fire
Where've you been?
'Cause I'm down again
I hear the crystals of carillon
Chiming "what a friend we have"
The empty streets begin to echo with
music
And sirens and my sawdust laugh
Nightflier
Can't get much higher
Come see me when
You're down again
Hey Nightflier
Walk 'cross the wire
Where've you been?
'Cause I'm down again
And the hymns of agnostics remain
In the counterpoint of the rain
Calling again, even refrain
They're calling you
There are no walls here, no chains, no
bars
They tell us we can walk out anytime
But my weakness builds the strongest of
prisons
Hard like a diamond
Locked in my mind and
It makes my only hope a crime
Nightflier
Come take me higher
Can't wait 'til when
You're down again
Hey Nightflier
Walk 'cross the wire
Where've you been?
'Cause I'm down again
Hey Nightflier
Can't get much higher
Come see me when
You're down again
Where have you been?
I'm down
Written by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (C) 2012
A walk on egg shells gets easier
When I hold my breath and peace
But every now and then I can't help but
fall and
I have to crawl on my knees
Nightflier
Come take me higher
Can't wait 'til when
You're down again
Hey Nightflier
Burns like a fire
Where've you been?
'Cause I'm down again
I hear the crystals of carillon
Chiming "what a friend we have"
The empty streets begin to echo with
music
And sirens and my sawdust laugh
Nightflier
Can't get much higher
Come see me when
You're down again
Hey Nightflier
Walk 'cross the wire
Where've you been?
'Cause I'm down again
And the hymns of agnostics remain
In the counterpoint of the rain
Calling again, even refrain
They're calling you
There are no walls here, no chains, no
bars
They tell us we can walk out anytime
But my weakness builds the strongest of
prisons
Hard like a diamond
Locked in my mind and
It makes my only hope a crime
Nightflier
Come take me higher
Can't wait 'til when
You're down again
Hey Nightflier
Walk 'cross the wire
Where've you been?
'Cause I'm down again
Hey Nightflier
Can't get much higher
Come see me when
You're down again
Where have you been?
I'm down
Written and arranged by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (P) 2016
Personnel:
Ginnifer Brown: Lead vocals
Nathan Brown: Vocals, guitars, programming
Brian Andrew Marek: Sonic spectrum consultant
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Brown and Serve Recording, Saint Louis, MO
Ultrabrown Records
Produced by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown, with help from Craig England, Tam England, and Gig Thurmond
Artwork from Orestes Pursued by the Furies by William-Adolphe Bouguereau, 1825 - 1905
Personnel:
Ginnifer Brown: Lead vocals
Nathan Brown: Vocals, guitars, programming
Brian Andrew Marek: Sonic spectrum consultant
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Brown and Serve Recording, Saint Louis, MO
Ultrabrown Records
Produced by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown, with help from Craig England, Tam England, and Gig Thurmond
Artwork from Orestes Pursued by the Furies by William-Adolphe Bouguereau, 1825 - 1905
I Am
Written by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (C) 2012
I will hide the lies that you regret
Hold my tongue and cut it from my mouth
Lost the need to hold you in my debt
Forget forgiveness, you're free to fly now
And the saddest of these
Is what might have been
All apologies
Fall on ears of tin
I will find the truth that you refuse
Burn the bridge and dam the river rush
Won the only war I had to lose
Deafened by my heart's hollow hush
And the saddest of these
Is what might have been
All my enemies
Come from friends within
In my darkest dreams, I hear no sound (You breathe for me)
It always seems I'm sinking down (Drowning, I’m free)
The water swirls down my throat
How long have I been wandering blind (Not worth a damn)
I wanted to believe your lies and now (Not who I am)
I do
Written by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (C) 2012
I will hide the lies that you regret
Hold my tongue and cut it from my mouth
Lost the need to hold you in my debt
Forget forgiveness, you're free to fly now
And the saddest of these
Is what might have been
All apologies
Fall on ears of tin
I will find the truth that you refuse
Burn the bridge and dam the river rush
Won the only war I had to lose
Deafened by my heart's hollow hush
And the saddest of these
Is what might have been
All my enemies
Come from friends within
In my darkest dreams, I hear no sound (You breathe for me)
It always seems I'm sinking down (Drowning, I’m free)
The water swirls down my throat
How long have I been wandering blind (Not worth a damn)
I wanted to believe your lies and now (Not who I am)
I do
Written and arranged by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (C) 2016 (P) 2017
Ginnifer Brown: Lead vocals, accordion
Nathan Brown: Guitar, programming
Tristessa Brown: Background vocals
Frankie Bonuso: Lead guitar
Chris Casey: Lyric consultant
Brian Andrew Marek: Sonic spectrum consultant
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Brown and Serve Recording, Saint Louis, MO
Ultrabrown Records
Produced by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown
Artwork from Maternal Admiration by William-Adolphe Bouguereau, 1825 - 1905
Ginnifer Brown: Lead vocals, accordion
Nathan Brown: Guitar, programming
Tristessa Brown: Background vocals
Frankie Bonuso: Lead guitar
Chris Casey: Lyric consultant
Brian Andrew Marek: Sonic spectrum consultant
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Brown and Serve Recording, Saint Louis, MO
Ultrabrown Records
Produced by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown
Artwork from Maternal Admiration by William-Adolphe Bouguereau, 1825 - 1905
Broken Branches
Written by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (C) 2012
Here in the heart of winter
Written in frost that covers mine
Name of the lone dissenter
Doomed to be lost and left to pine
Follow the avalanches
From this place to when
Bend back the broken branches
Begin again
Specters unwound from dreaming
Fallen to profane the purest snow
Down from the mountain steaming
Rushing like a train to scenes below
Follow the avalanches
From this place to when
Bend back the broken branches
Begin again
But stay 'til then
As I tried again to seem somewhat redeeming
And some spider-men are still wrapped in their scheming
The white webs of snow that still clung to my windshield
Reflected the glow of the sunrise on the field
Written by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (C) 2012
Here in the heart of winter
Written in frost that covers mine
Name of the lone dissenter
Doomed to be lost and left to pine
Follow the avalanches
From this place to when
Bend back the broken branches
Begin again
Specters unwound from dreaming
Fallen to profane the purest snow
Down from the mountain steaming
Rushing like a train to scenes below
Follow the avalanches
From this place to when
Bend back the broken branches
Begin again
But stay 'til then
As I tried again to seem somewhat redeeming
And some spider-men are still wrapped in their scheming
The white webs of snow that still clung to my windshield
Reflected the glow of the sunrise on the field
Written and arranged by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (C) (P) 2016
Ginnifer Brown: Lead, harmony, and background vocals
Nathan Brown: Guitars, programming
Tristessa Brown: Background vocals
Brian Andrew Marek: Sonic spectrum consultant
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Brown and Serve Recording, Saint Louis, MO
Ultrabrown Records
Produced by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown, with help from Craig England and Tam England
Artwork from Ruggiero Freeing Angelica by Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres, 1780 - 1867
Ginnifer Brown: Lead, harmony, and background vocals
Nathan Brown: Guitars, programming
Tristessa Brown: Background vocals
Brian Andrew Marek: Sonic spectrum consultant
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Brown and Serve Recording, Saint Louis, MO
Ultrabrown Records
Produced by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown, with help from Craig England and Tam England
Artwork from Ruggiero Freeing Angelica by Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres, 1780 - 1867
Under
Written by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (C) 2012
If you leave me to die
I probably will
If you say it's alright
Then that's how I feel
But every time you come consoling
I know I'm who you're controlling
I am underneath hurt
I'll fly, but now it's way too dark to see
the sky
Underneath hurt
As I sing, my lungs still sting
I can't help but cry
When you ask how I am
I could possibly lie
If it made a good damn
Flushed away the time I gave you
Pull me down, don't want to save you
I am underneath hurt
I'll fly, but now it's way too dark to see
the sky
Underneath hurt
As I sing, my lungs still sting
And every time you sneeze
It stirs to life my hope
But you've just got a cold
And I'm too cold to cope
And I wonder why
It always turns to dirt
So I don't try to heal
Please love the one you hurt
I am underneath hurt
I'll fly, but now it's way too dark to see
the sky
Underneath hurt
As I sing, my lungs still sting
Written by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown (C) 2012
If you leave me to die
I probably will
If you say it's alright
Then that's how I feel
But every time you come consoling
I know I'm who you're controlling
I am underneath hurt
I'll fly, but now it's way too dark to see
the sky
Underneath hurt
As I sing, my lungs still sting
I can't help but cry
When you ask how I am
I could possibly lie
If it made a good damn
Flushed away the time I gave you
Pull me down, don't want to save you
I am underneath hurt
I'll fly, but now it's way too dark to see
the sky
Underneath hurt
As I sing, my lungs still sting
And every time you sneeze
It stirs to life my hope
But you've just got a cold
And I'm too cold to cope
And I wonder why
It always turns to dirt
So I don't try to heal
Please love the one you hurt
I am underneath hurt
I'll fly, but now it's way too dark to see
the sky
Underneath hurt
As I sing, my lungs still sting
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