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This track features my daughter Madeleine singing the pre-chorus and chorus. It's about famous kids who veer off of the "role model" track in favor of fame, fortune, and self-indulgence.
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This track features my wife Nancy on lead vocal against Matt's lone acoustic guitar. A nice change-up that has prompted us to attempt another album in the summer under another monicker in some different genres with Nancy doing most of the lead…
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When we sat down to work the demo on this tune, Matt already had the guitar layering and arrangement worked out--including the wicked long intro. The lyrics are based around something my wife and I did when I was away on business. When I called…
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A song about finding a higher power to make everything in the world right.
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Every once in a while you gonna give in to the relentless badgering of the kids. This song sums up the experience.
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A song about taking the time to raise our kids instead of letting them do what ever they want. I know, I know...shut up old man. Go ahead, you can say it. It's a rocker that we had a ton of fun producing. It's the only track that Matt says anything…
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Home Again (boudreau) I was brought up just north of New York City Where the Merrit greets the Hutch In a noisy house on a quiet street Where the neighbors know too much There's a weekend in spring when they throw out old things and…
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The Mornings Aint Warm (Boudreau) planted deep in the back of my head are the seeds of things my daddy once said and up sprouted this stubborn old tree with fading roots and lofted dreams there's still a couple of two by fours suppose…
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Back To What We Know (Boudreau) Packed in some old suitcase in the back of a closet shelf Holds the stories that all but tell themselves And maybe long forgotten or on the tip of a razors tongue They demand a ransom for our young It…
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