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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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1.
Screamin 03:11
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.
2.
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
3.
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.
4.
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
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6.
Dead Cliche 03:11
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
7.
Tipsy 04:49
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?
8.
The Sun 03:43
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
9.
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...
10.
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
11.
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

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released August 28, 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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