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The Depths Of The Deep End

by Whoa Thunder

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UrbanProfStL
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UrbanProfStL Brian McClelland has a real knack for pop vocals, and when he and Jenn Malzone (Middle Class Fashion) harmonize the effect is transcendent. Favorite track: Uncomplicated.
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Andy Another good ‘un from Mr. McClelland and Co. Track 6 is for realz worth the price of admission. Favorite track: Saints.
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1.
UNCOMPLICATED | Remember as a child who lost a kite | Drifted through the wind into the night | And in your dreams it carried on in flight | Streaming past the stars, a satellite | And but oh, then your mother told you how | Through the perforated clouds | What’s up comes crashing down | It’s not complicated | Everybody wants to wait in line | For the newest toy to come alive | Filling up the hole they feel inside | They pull a newer car onto the drive | And but oh, they pull you from your mother’s breast | To a place where they know best | Where no new thoughts are expressed | It’s not complicated | Oh, but if you uncomplicate it now | Learn to create anew somehow | What you gonna owe? | Oh, if you uncrucify those friends | Broken of heart to meet those ends | What you gonna owe? | Remember as the child who lost that kite | Drifted through the wind into the night | And in your life you carried on in flight | Streaming past the stars, a satellite | Ah but oh, as your neighbors gathered 'round | Awed as miracles float down | For they know not what they’ve found | It’s not complicated | Oh, but if you uncomplicate it now | Learn to renew this world somehow | What you gonna owe? | Oh, if you uncrucify those friends | Broken a heart to meet those ends | What you gonna owe?
2.
JUST A FEW THINGS TO DO | Listen to those whispers | sent from those who’ve missed their | final stab at cruel grace | Heartsick, bloodless faces | disappeared to places | Frightened to relieve those doubts | Run to the vessel, the lamps are fading now | I can't be over your shoulder | I can't breathe into your waiting ear | Whisper all of your secrets out | Dream your dreams out loud for two | Just a few things to do | Till I'm floating to you | Unexpected thunder | rippling fire asunder | bellowed out this doomsday horn | All those machinators | shed like skins of paper | has covered streets like deadened palms | Run to the vessel, my love, we’ve faded now
3.
WHAT NOT TO SAY | Spotlit, an airship above | So high, we float towards the ocean | Drifting, approach on the quiet | You torn, decide when to let me out | Too affected to make it through the day | Too excited to know what not to say | I searched for me and I found you | You, unavailable poison | You can't control how you feel | We made the bed, can't we lie in it?
4.
Hop To It 03:26
HOP TO IT | Oh, come take a walk with me | but keep your wits about | This isn't uptown, baby | No, though you may hear a shot | and hit the button lock | don't let 'em send you sailing | Oh, hear on the radio | it's like their favorite show | to quell a demonstration | So, call on your telephones | Neighbors come out yer homes | we got a brick foundation | Do whatchu whatchu want | Picking up the pieces so nonchalant | We're all busy building the world we want | So c'mon, brothers, do whatchu whatchu want | Oh, hop to it | Girl we gonna do it | Boy we getting through it | Gonna make the scene | better than good | Though, they let the journalist give ‘em their crucifix | Their blessed father's regrets | No, down here on Cherokee | we're muddy in the street | No waiting 'round for prophets | Oh! They say the city's shorn | we gotta terraform | But that's invented wisdom | Call them on their bullshit | Instead of taking it | We gotta make ‘em, baby | Do whatchu whatchu want | Picking up the pieces so nonchalant | We're all busy building the world we want | So c'mon, lovers, do whatchu whatchu want
5.
THE DEPTHS OF THE DEEP END | Introducing all your friends | Seeing who doesn't get on | Gotta love, gotta new face and a feeling | Exposé your life till now | So much of yourself to explain | To recognize you by your words | by your motion | What do you do | What did you do so far | Where you been | When you gone too far | You're good to go | You've settled where crows are | with a familiar sinkin' feelin' | Cuz when you give, give all away | There's nothin' left of yourself to know | You gotta keep, keep a bit | bit of that of that love | Give it time and space to grow | Every heart is bled | Leaving us wasted and weaker | Every vessel run dry | If we only knew to remember | the depths of the deep end | How rot tends to seep in | Why would we even try? | Twisted strings stretch out of tune | Into a souring song | When you can fit everything on a postcard | Analyzing afterwards | How'd we know when to move on? | Broken heart's gotta beat on like soldier | What could you do | The trap's been baited | Words that you meant | Were left unstated | You're good to go | You've settled ill fated | with a familiar sinkin' feelin'
6.
Saints 02:36
SAINTS | Are we getting so predictable | Heart dripping through my lips | It finds your brain | like poison | Turn it black and still with arms so open | and bursting open you let me in | Let me in | When you look into me | This latter day saint | And the facade falls way | When you look into me | It’s so vain | And the facade falls way | Even if I’m not inviting your advances | While I break your neck into this bow | It’s like a gift from mother, gift from father | All this need to move beyond your row | On your own

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released October 9, 2017

Produced & Mixed by Matt Meyer
Recorded by Matt Meyer w/ David Beeman & Ben Majchrzak
at Native Sound, St Louis, MO
and Firebrand Recording, St Louis, MO
Overdubs recorded by Matt Meyer at IBC Shadows, DeSoto, MO
Album art by Mark Regester

Whoa Thunder:
Brian McClelland: vocals, rhythm guitar, keys, bass, acoustic guitar, loops
Mic Boshans: drums
Joe Taylor: keys
Dan Meehan: lead guitars
Syrhea Conway: bass
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Alex McClelland: guitars on tracks 3 and 5
Jenn Malzone: vocals
Matt Meyer: additional synth, percussion, and guitars

Tracks 1, 3, & 5 written by Brian McClelland & Alex McClelland
Tracks 2 & 6 written by Brian McClelland
Track 4 written by Whoa Thunder

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