Charmingly Awkward

by Street to Nowhere

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    Charmingly Awkward is the work of myself, Producer Matt Radosevich, and more than a dozen of our friends, released under the band name, Street to Nowhere. We recorded the album in ten places: our parent's houses, practice spaces, apartments, a cabin, and several studios from 2003 to 2005.

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released 28 August 2006
Dave Smallen - Vocals, Acoustic and Electric Guitar. Matt Radosevich - Producer, Engineer, Mixing, Mastering, Guitar, Drums, Bckgrnd Vocals, Piano, Arrangement, Bass. Bryce Freeman - Bass. Will Hauser - Electric Guitar. Eric Valentine - Drums (and huge thanks). James Leste - Drums. Stefan Litrownik - Drums. Anton Patzner - Violin, Viola, Arrangement. Blag Dahlia - Whistling. Drunken Chior - Ryan Noble, Heidi Bodeson, Adam T. Davis, Ben Young, Shawn Harris.

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Track Name: Screamin
Dont you know that we're screamin' with a new set of lungs.
Dont you know that we're screamin' 'til the neighbors pack up.

My mother called me today, she said she's making up my cluttered old room. My father called me today, He said he wont be ashamed if I'm coming home soon.

Dont you know that we're screamin' to stay hot in the scene.
Dont you know that we're scheming on this worn out rhyme scheme.

The Power is out.
A Tree's coming down.
No acoustic around, crossed out in this house.
Just give me a D or i'll sing out of key.
Please dont make me please dont make me.

[rad solo]

My brother left a message, he said he got pushed down and he broke his guitar. I called back and said, give me the pieces man,
I need a fresh start.

[yeah we all need a fresh start]
[and I'm gonna get my fresh start]
[and I'm gonna wreck my fresh start]

Dont you know that we're screamin' with a new set of lungs.
Dont you know that we're screamin' 'til the neighbors shut up.
Track Name: Boxcars Boxcars Boxcars
Love was thin thread in the seams
of her harsh words and your soft defeat.
But love need never decide.
Other girls are styrofoam inside.

Empty sidewalk, Empty street.
Walk on weary worried feet.
Heaven spreads above the trees,
you set your woman down.

And you can't recreate the sound
of home

Remorse is such a filthy bloodhound
Stalks your steps, nose to the ground
Your face is cold against the window pane
Across the fields of endless waving grain

Will you rust up come the rain?
Will the tears errode your face?
Its a bitter bloody taste
you set your woman down
Sink back into the soil
Let your imagination spoil
Combust amongst the toil
you set your woman down

And you can't recreate the sound
of home
Track Name: Georgia, Can You Hear Me?
Felt so holy as the candle burned down to the bar,
and she filled me like her voice filled the room.
My feet got sort of heavy, my tongue turned to lead.
She was gone 'fore I drank confident.

But Georgia,
can you hear me?
I've been crawling through the trees.
Through the pines, Through the pines,
wont you whisper
that you remember me.

I searched under rocks for the bird that flew away.
If I caught her, I dont know what I would say.
'cause love dont haunt the tavern, its not drunk on the balcony,
it dont spill out at 2am into the street.

But Georgia,
can you hear me?
I've been crawling through the trees.
Through the pines, Through the pines,
wont you whisper
that you remember me.

I was a leash with no dog, like a track with no train,
I hung by my hood, let the wind have its way
I was lifeless, useless as a corpse with no grave.

An ascetic with no pillar or pain.
I was a shedded hair on a dead mare's mane
from her fingers I dangled and danced along the stage

I caught her when I was taught in the yarn
and I yanked with all the strength in my arm
and she tumbled from the rafters and fell to me so hard,
to my arms

but Georgia,
can you hear me?
I've been calling across the sea
through the waves, at your breakwater
wont you whisper
that you remember me.

When they seal you in oak and throw dirt on your face,
may a soft bark sapling sprout from thee.
May your bones turn to wool, may your heart be a nest
and warm the world the way you warmed me.
Track Name: Miss Rolling Eyes
A sideshow act on center stage
Fermented breath she'd hate to taste
A zipper slips she slaps my face

She burns and blisters on my mind
Blurs and turns out from my sight
Self control's so unrefined

and it's over
again
and I'm over
I'm over
I'm over it

Forget me Miss Rolling Eyes
You're colder than the air outside
Replace me with stab wound sighs
The wounds I failed to cauterize

With Subtle hints we fled at five
chased the sunrise through the vine
left the septic stench of her city behind

I've drawn dashed lines down my wrist
I swell from hope but I'm still convinced
a girl that knows her own power can't be tricked

I cauterize
I caught her eyes
Track Name: Dead Cliche
I strayed from the kitchen
That's where we kept the knives
that could slice the tense air
from clenched fists
I wasn't partial to pain
but I fled home every day
staring at the veins
through the skin on my wrists

and in the morning
when my throat burned
like cuts and scrapes
and salty dry eyes
refused to wake
the only warmth were cold hands of
a mother, she'd say it'll be ok

I'd be nothing but a dead cliche
a dead cliche
a dead cliche
with nothing to say
with nothign to say
with nothing to say
farewell notes are so passe

so shoot me in the gallery
we'll call it art
you can critique the blood stains
on the floor
why let my death go to waste?
if I'm dying anyway
I might as well
have something to die for

'cause I'm breathin' in dead air
I'm tugging at dead skin
I know the only road I walk
is a dead end
and the papers would agree
it's the only fame I see
'cause all the greatest artists
are insane or dead

I'd be nothing but a dead cliche
a dead cliche
a dead cliche
with nothing to say
with nothing to say
with nothing to say
farewell notes are so passe

I made a heart out of tape and wire
I painted it the color of cryin' eyes
I wore it on my sleeve
for the vultures to see
and screamed
you're born
you learn
you work
decay and die

I'd be nothing but a dead cliche
a dead cliche
a dead cliche
with nothing to say
but farewell notes are so
I'd be no more than a dead cliche
a dead cliche
a dead cliche
with nothing to say
with nothing to say
nothing to say
farewell notes are so
oh farewell notes are so passe
Track Name: Tipsy
Hello my friend
Hows your evening been
Oh you're drunk again
Well hush it now
hush it now
hush it now
hush it
I don't mind
But your sister might
But you're awful nice

I'll keep on thinking
And you can keep drinking
I'll blink and the drink
Will be thinking for me

Oh Hell Yeah
Oh Hell Yeah
All I need is you tipsy, you tispy
Oh my words
Are coming out slurred
All I need is you tipsy, you tipsy
you

Been here before
But it's spinning more
And your mouth's a bore
Well hush it now
hush it now
hush it now
hush it now
Your friends should mind
But they're on my side
And your lips look dry
Vancouver at 19
With two forms of ID
How cool would I be
If I bought you a drink

Wash those Xs from your hands
Tipsy Are you coming with me?
Finish the glass, I'll smash it now
Tipsy are you coming with me?
Track Name: The Sun
The sun hangs over Sunday
and I'm tangled in sheets
it creeps between my eyelids
seems the blinds sprung a leak
pills crushed in wine are a headache sometimes
but not 'til the feelings worn off
still the sun hangs over Sunday
and I'm not getting up

There's nothing like a beautiful morning
no there's nothing like a beautiful day
no there's nothing like a beautiful morning
to make me hate the way I hate myself today

the sun hangs over Sunday
I pull the blankets over my head
and it creeps between the stitches
I melt like wax in my bed
there was someone here last night
before I closed my eyes
She's just a scent on the sheets
still the sun hangs over Sunday
and I'm gettin' the fuck back to sleep

the sun hangs over Sunday
and I'm hung over as well
the sun hangs over Sunday
and I'm hung over as hell
Track Name: They're Not Like Us
When I'd cross my arms and hope to cry if caught smoking
You weren't sleeping, we never said a thing
And I tried to leap from your from seat on the freeway
But you held me, you said no what a waste

Your mark was cut in me
No they're not like us
We bled in empathy
No they're not like us
And oh when the world don't care for you
I do

They were quick to say you're overweight and lonesome
And you believed them, you said what girl could love
And they broke your arm in the school yard on the concrete
While I was watching, we never said a thing

They never felt the sting
No they're not like us
We fell for everything
No they're not like us
And oh when the world don't care for you...
Track Name: Leave The Cameras On
Officer Officer Officer
Where you going with all that riot gear?
I see no broken windows
Do you have faith in those that sent you here?
Cause in a full bloom afternoon commute
The news crew beat you on to the scene
As we lay down in market street
Violent voiced and bleeding from the knees

They say we're wrong
So leave the cameras on
Leave the cameras on
And we'll see who's wrong

Officer Officer Officer
Did we get too close to union square
Is high class pride the tender line
Cause in the tenderloin you didn't seem to care
So it's prison bus after prison bus
To the warehouse docks to lock us all away
And the white clout in the white house
Will white out everything we try to say

I thought I saw myself on the split screen
Broadcast against the president's bombing
I think he needs a tap on the shoulder
I think we need to get a little bit bolder
Track Name: You Can't Go To Sleep
You can't go to sleep
Sleep has got to come to you
You can't go to sleep
She's gotta come to you

She's a cold wind on your eyes
A glacier on your mind
She's a naive girl
Who thinks she fell in love for the first time

Don't say a thing, she comes for me

You can't go to sleep
Gotta make her feel unwanted
You can't go to sleep
You gotta make her want it

You can chaser round for hours
Adjusted eyes bouquet of flowers
But you'll come on too strong and
Burn holes in the ceiling with your eyes
And you swear you're getting close
You're tearing off her clothes
Well she'll spread wings
And you can't even sleep to dream to fly

Gonna make a habit
Of the medicine cabinet
GOnna make a habit
Hold down her wrists a
And hold down your eyelids
And fall asleep