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Shovels​/​Anxious Room

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released January 18, 2012

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Eric Day at Sleepwalk Recording - Bloomington, IN, Winter 2011
Artwork by Chelsea Jones
Guitar, Vocals - James Reed
Synth, Organ, Sax, Backing Vox - Adam Littman
Bass - Tom Weikert
Drums, Percussion - Nick Hüster
Songs by J. Reed

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Track Name: Shovels
Remember you said to me
“I need the ocean, cause it’s been too long,
my toes are shovels, I need to dig down…”

Deeper than dust and rock
There is only fire, burning along
Little rope fuses, I’m almost used up

And we all bristle to a belvedere
Watered down by every coming year
Don’t you know that we’re gonna disappear
And be fine

Remember you said to me
“I need the ocean, cause it’s been too long,
my toes are shovels, I need to dig down…”
Track Name: Anxious Room
When the moon and the stars were stealing the ceiling
The ships rose up and swallowed the sea
You have no idea what I was feeling
When the vines reached up and overtook me

Hold me down, weight that hangs inside my chest
Set me free, like a man without a heart to hide

When the moon and the stars were stealing the ceiling
The ships rose up and swallowed the sea
You have no idea what I was feeling
When the vines reached up and overtook me

But you cry like the wind, it’s whistling outside
My door, but you try to put me on the floor

And I need to leave I can be here no more
For I can’t be part of this damage in store
Save me from what we all do become
Cigarette ashes, whiskey and rum