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Bulk

by Balk

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1.
Its hard to be late when there's no place to go Time to start running in super slow mo Its hard to be late when there's no place to go The low end of potential is the place I know The feeling is alarming, wouldn't want to be in your shoes Kinda reminiscent of electric white boy blues Forcefield around us makes one have to choose I don't want to be the one that blows the fuse Spring couldn't come soon enough Usually a fan but that winter was way too rough Dark mornings alone before the sun came up Realizations that Im not so tough, They play too rough See it in the morning, see it late at night See it in the daytime and the terror twilight No way around it, try if you like The low end of potential's got a mean, mean bite Trip the light fantastic then do it again How's the world, world going to end? Problems are problems no hands to lend Imminent danger is the popular trend
2.
Albatross 04:24
Drive the car through the park It's getting late, it's almost dark Always looking for a spark Like my man Sonny Clark Feel like a firecracker in the rain Like a bottle rocket hit my brain Like an injured player stuck in the game Stockpiling boxes of pain Nevermind what's the cause The effect necessitates a pause Everybody's got their flaws Even my main man Hampton Hawes Scrape up anything that you can Heard the circus could use a hand Scraps are really in high demand Scrap it up, move it out, strike up the band When I turn out the light and try to go to sleep All the crazy things play out on endless repeat Random thoughts pop in and out partially obscure Mostly just waves of doubt, this lifetime is a blur See, its an albatross, Try so hard, got so lost See, it's an albatross Everything's harder than I once thought Never ever ever throw in the towel That'd be worse than a flagrant foul Gotta go deep down into the bowels Like my man Bud Powell Sweetest girls in the world Sweeter than beautiful pearls Sweeter than anything I know It's never easy when it's time to go
3.
Felt so dumb, delusional Can't see the forest for the trees The future, hairy Limited possibilities Up on the sun We'll meet up there and have a real stiff drink Contemplate our existence Try hard not to think It's all on the brink Try hard not to think And the story goes on Nothing ever really was learned And the whole world crumbles away Everybody watching it burn And the wind already turned The clouds fully formed And the whole world crumbles away Everybody watching it burn It was fun Glad it happened at all Split second of ecstasy Before the last call Up on the sun We'll meet up there And have a real stiff drink Contemplate our existence Try hard not to thinkIt's all on the brink Try hard not to think
4.
Polka dots and moonbeams Fireflies chasing empty dreams Nature rules supreme Diminished chords as a way of life Hey kid you gotta play it right Cut the cord with a butterknife Total sensory overload Fluent jive on cruise control What is this thing called soul? If you want to call it blasphemy You can't be what you want to be Hope hides up in the trees No matter what, it's still the same I love you It's still the same, no matter what That much is true No matter what, it's still the same Through and through Crippled bird without a name Rainbow sprinkles and walks of shame Next stop the hall of fame Dumb it down so I comprehend Butterlies make the best of friends Chartered trips and loose ends Rinse it out one last time Can't escape this life of crime Double nickels on the dime Jumping fences through backyards Dodging bricks and colossal shards Home never seemed so far
5.
4th and Long 04:45
6.
Put another little feather in your cap It will really put you on the map Don't listen when they tell you it's a trap Just stick that pretty feather in your cap Feather in your cap, feather in your cap
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I'll Get By 01:30
I'll get by As long as I have you Though there'll be rain and darkness too I'll not complain, I'll see it through Poverty may come to me That's true But what care I Say I'll get by As long as I have you

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released February 3, 2023

Reid Taylor: Songs/ Lyrics except 'I'll Get By' (Fred Ahlert)
Vocals,Rhythm Guitar, Bass, Rhodes
Nick Collins: Drums, Piano, Keyboards, Production, Arranging
Aaron Dugan: Lead Guitar, Banjo, Production, Arranging
Amy Carrigan: Vocals
Brian Marsella: Keyboards, Vibraphone, Theremin
Ned Goold: Saxophone
Sae Hashimoto: Percussion
Dan Blankinship: Trumpet
Ceci Collins: Vocals

Recorded and Mixed by Nolan Thies at Bunker Studio NYC in 2022. Additional recording at Doogtown Studios and Brian Marsella's house. Mastered by Colin Bryson.

Cover Art by Cliff Miller.
Album Design/Layout: Susan Ackermann

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Balk New York, New York

On and off again project/ band of Reid Taylor since 2009. He writes songs and then asks his friends to help play them so it will sound better. Interests range from bombastic atonal noise shred to pretty melodies and harmonies. Familiar themes visited and often revisited include the 4 seasons, songs about 'jamming', sports, and the good, bad, and ugly that life has to offer. ... more

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