TRACK #1 – Irregular Embraces
All lyrics copyright © 2006 Jason Crawford.  All rights reserved.

Pieces of our reasons why, often lost or stolen as we try.
Helpful beams from our flashlights are no good when it fades to white.

You come to me with your arms open but it’s only one 'cause the other’s broken.
And we talk about our thin discoveries.
It could matter if it was that times 20 or 30.
Will you take it back?  Can you take it back?

Barely found the path with a light of your own.
And it’s fading fast with a lonely glow.

Will you take it back?  Can you take it back?

It’s time to go.  It’s all right not to know.

You come to me with your arms open but it’s only one 'cause the other’s broken.
And we talk about our thin discoveries.
It could matter if it was that times 20 or 30.

TRACK #2 – Unlimited Fun Shine
All lyrics copyright © 2006 Jason Crawford.  All rights reserved.

When conversation seeks competition real time, well it’s fun time.
And that’s true.

Few true fair points won and damage is done quiet but still poignant.
And that’s true.

Unlimited Fun Shine

Some pretend lines are good one or two times maybe.  It’s not easy.
And that’s true.

Cut, swipe on take one.  Chalk up another one… pointless.
But still poignant.
And that’s true.

Unlimited Fun Shine

Standing in the sun wearing cold expressions.
Soaking up the rays armed with aggression.

Unlimited Fun Shine

TRACK #3 – Wait For Me
All lyrics copyright © 2006 Jason Crawford.  All rights reserved.

Life in a haze.  In a number of ways.
As if falling behind was a waste of time.
Nothing hurts like the truth coming from you.
Was there anything I could do?

The distance, it tears me apart.
And that’s with a fair head start.

Wait for me.  I know you heard me say, “wait for me”.

Life out of place.  Something’s erased.
Caught in the dark being torn apart.
I color it blue, just like I always do.
Was there anything I could do?

The distance, it tears me apart.
And that’s with a fair head start.

Wait for me.  I know you heard me say, “wait for me”.

TRACK #4 – So Easy
All lyrics copyright © 2006 Jason Crawford.  All rights reserved.

It’s so easy to hurt you.  It’s so easy to do.
It’s so easy to snap your neck or drowned you in the pool.
I’ll slash some tires.  Maybe start a fire.
‘Cause I don’t get tired…  I’m up all night.

It’s so easy to hurt you.  It’s so easy to do.
It’s so easy to snap your neck or drowned you in the pool.

It’s so easy.

TRACK #5 – Rake Your Leaves
All lyrics copyright © 2006 Jason Crawford.  All rights reserved.

Today the sun will show but it’s getting cold, ruining conversation.
The trees, they get to lose their leaves.  I envy them with every forecast.
The wind gets in and burns the skin like a battleground super ninja.

I’ve heard nothing but good things. 
I bet we like the same things.

I’ll rake your leaves.

The ground is getting cold, green is letting go, gathering lost attention.
And when the words they seem to mean nothing other than gusts of wind and…
What’s missed outweighs the risks for this, causing problems with the smallest of actions.

I’ve heard nothing but good things. 
I bet we like the same things.

I’ll rake your leaves.

TRACK #6 – Another Mistake
All lyrics copyright © 2006 Jason Crawford.  All rights reserved.

I tried turning away… just another mistake.
Could it be any more straight pathetic?
All the worry, all the wait.
I’ll go ‘cause we know.

It’s like I never get enough.  It’s like it’s never enough.
And that keeps on fucking it up.

TRACK #7 – Summer Song
All lyrics copyright © 2006 Jason Crawford.  All rights reserved.

Who knew I wouldn’t get to swim at all? 
Tough luck but the time just aint right
Countdown, just lost another one.
But Halloween’s gonna make it all right.

I bet those drive-in speakers are broken again.

It’s over.

Who knew I wouldn’t see the stars at all? 
They’re still there but it just aint the same
Countdown, just lost another one.
I’m still here so I shouldn’t complain.

I bet those drive-in speakers are broken again.

It’s over.

TRACK #8 – Wholesale
All lyrics copyright © 2006 Jason Crawford.  All rights reserved.

We say that he won but you only checked once.

They can’t sell it if we don’t buy it.

You say that he has what?  That you only checked once?
You say that he has won but we only checked once?

You say that he won but you only checked once.

They can’t sell it if we don’t buy it.

All sold as entertainment.
Opinions formed by wavelengths.
Don’t dare to ask a question, that would be un-American.

They can’t sell it if we don’t buy it.

TRACK #9 – Already All Ready
All lyrics copyright © 2006 Jason Crawford.  All rights reserved.

I found an old picture of me.
It’s all blurred.  All blurred. Blur it.

I have a special camera.  It takes pictures of the past.
Only focused it looks bad.

It doesn’t seem relevant…
I’m all ready but it seems it’s past.
And already it doesn’t seem relevant.

I found a new picture of me.
Overexposed.

You can cut me out of the photo but it doesn’t change anything at all.
It’s burned in your eyes like sun.

It doesn’t seem relevant…
I’m all ready but it seems it’s past.
And already it doesn’t seem relevant.

TRACK #10 – Gatehouse
All lyrics copyright © 2006 Jason Crawford.  All rights reserved.

It’s summertime at the Gatehouse.  I hear my favorite song on the radio.
And I’m in line for some happiness, melting ice cream hitting my feet.

When it gets dark they close the Gatehouse and no one is allowed to swim.

It’s a chance for Mom to forget what’s wrong as she watches us pretend to swim.
Come nightfall it will be different ‘cause that’s when we all need to deal with him.

When it gets dark they close the Gatehouse and no one is allowed to swim.

TRACK #11 – Life From Under
All lyrics copyright © 2006 Jason Crawford.  All rights reserved.

When you said you hate it that means you love it.
This is the one you want a part of it.
Completely blind but you’re still looking for it.
And ultimately you’ll be rewarded for not knowing what the fuck you’re doing.
You don’t know what the fuck you’re doing.
What the fuck am I doing?

Life from under.

Attitude breeds altitude, which should bring you to my point of view.
But you are blinded by those narrow minded who masquerade as the so reclined.
Not knowing what the fuck you’re doing.
What the fuck am I doing?

Life from under.