Robbie R. - Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Lyrics Margaret B. - Background Vocals Kenny T. - Background Vocals Kevin C. - Drums, Recording, Mixing

Jesse Coutu - Vocals, Drums, Recording, Mixing Kevin Craig - Guitars, Bass The name of the track is the chord progression (plus GABE for the bridge...), and not a slight on any real Debs. :) Hat tip to John N. for running with my "what words…

If I just slip the car in drive I'll meet you on the other side Or maybe I could turn back time And we could both pretend to fly Losing feeling inside out No sense kneeling, no such doubt Failed at saving, nothing lasts Just repaving…

Cut-off jeans, your eyes shining in the sun You were looking for a good time, I was looking for "The One" Crazy dreams, when hours never seemed too late You believed in lucky breaks and I believed in fate I thought the only love was true…

So you wanted your freedom What from the past were you willing to take? I'm sure you had your reasons Too many promises you swore you'd never break The world that you know is not coming back Maybe it's time you start burning the tracks…

I've been waiting so long On a world you couldn't see But it's time I stop writing love songs For the girl you never were or wanted to be

Put the phone down Shut the cable and the lights We're alone now Step with me into the night I found the candles It really wasn't all that hard Kick off your sandals Tonight we dine under the stars Don't let the moments slip away They…

I don't know Where it comes from Or where it goes Just wait until it shows You can't hold it Too long Then it's gone The air off the water The fire in your soul A lucky man's daughter Come in from the cold I keep my heart open…

O my brother Where did you go? Down to the river To beg for your soul? Did anyone see you? Did you go there alone? What did you offer For one of their stones? O my brother Is there any way out? Of the deal they offered? Did they leave…

Walking in your footsteps Can't see the world around me Just a pace behind I might as well be blind Standing in the darkness Nothing left to guide me No footing I can find The stairs, they start to wind I might as well be blind The…

Every album needs a little instrumental, don't you think?

My Pepere was born before the great war To God-fearing parents in Maine Where the simplest of rules taught in Catholic schools Was don't use the Lord's name in vain Every day in that school, he'd adhere to that rule But a loophole he often…

Been thinking about Vincent quite a bit lately.

Pure Data oscillations put together on the fly this evening with a barebones patch incorporating old ideas new frequenices for this weekend's SI event. sound-in on Facebook.