I. Intro (no. 2)
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You spent the last few years on a bus, just-
Ridin' back and forth; you circled the streets.
You said, "It's a process, a trust in the Line;
The crowded seats, the people you'd meet."Just tryin' to find-
Love on company time.She took the last train home, hoppin' station grid tiles-
White and tacky under the shoe.
She said, "It's a daydream, we'd dance in the aisles;
To hold you tight, to know what to do."Just tryin' to find-
Love on her own time.
From outta the glass-
You're watchin' her pass.
II. Workin’ it out
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Countin' days, savin' face-
I'm tryin’ not look like I'm lookin'.
Keepin' pace, just bein' safe-
I'm writin’ down the words that I shouldn't say;
It's workin' out okay.Not again, not for now-
'Cause knowin’ all of my friends,
They'd say I oughta be proud-
Of gettin' by, and takin' the time-
To get some dirt on my hands;
Make sure who I think I am-
Is really around.
But I think I'm workin' it out.(Out, out)
(Out, out)
(M-hm, m-hm)
(M-hm)Love and loss, oh, it's not what’cha thought;
The cat was outta the bag,
Put it back, and get scratched.
It doesn't heal, if you runnin' and reelin’-
9 times outta 10, you've just gotta let it end;
So you can feel what she meant-
And learn to let it be-Past tense. Never imagined much,
Just hopin' you could stick around.
Habits, levied and lettin' me down, but I know-
That is, if you're up for the show-
I think I'll figure it out.(Out, out)
(Out, out)
(Out, out)
(Out, out)
(Out, out)
(Out, out)
(Out, out)
(Out, out)So I'm- tryin' hard, takin' charge;
I'm holdin' all of the blame, foldin' hands unashamed.
I'm going to learn, and then I'm going to earn-
Every hand that I shake; don't ever tell me your name-
Just give me a guess every day,
And I swear I'll figure it out.
III. Sightseer
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Starin' at street signs,
Ridin' the bus lines, or callin' a cab.
Takin' pictures,
And scrawlin' instructions on the back.'Cause you're holdin' onto bread crumbs,
And you've hardly got a grasp.
When the shutter, it clicks like a shotgun,
And you've lost who you are in the flash.
But'cha know just where you're comin' from,
And you know you'll make it-
(Back, back- back, back)
To greener grass.'Cause you're takin' the day as it comes 'round,
Clutchin' to your suit and tie.
Said, "Opportunity comes when you close your eyes,"
Oh, god-
When all you do is take in the sights.Walkin' the carnival,
And lettin' the neon steal your change.
It's truly remarkable,
The things you can see on a stranger's face.'Cause the lights, they're slowly killin’ you,
And the crowd, they feel it too.
Gotcha holdin' your breath for so long,
Bitin' lips as they're turnin' blue.
And you're all just tryin' to find-
Someone to hold at the top of the ride.
(Is it you? Is it you?)
Oh, what a hell of a view.
(Oh, what a hell of a view)So you're takin' the day as it comes 'round,
Makin' your way in the line.
And you're turnin' to the tourist by your side, and smile-
Hopin' they'll stay for a while.
IV. Get Away With
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I’ve got your hand stuck in my head,
It picks my brain when I’m in bed-
No, not like that.
Please understand I’ve got not purpose,
Just explainin’ why I’m nervous-
It’s hard to interact.There’s something ‘bout ya, maybe how ya-
Seem to get away with anything.
I can’t describe it, maybe I could-
Let’cha get away with anything.I wanna put’cha to my lips,
Breathe you in, and get my fix-
If you’d like that.
‘Cause I’ve-
Never smoked a cigarette,
But I would bet the rush ‘ya get-
Is somethin’ like that.Tell me stories, tell me everything-
You thought you’d never tell a soul.
And if you feel a connection,
Oh, I could trade my affection-
For some direction, won’t’cha-
Take con… take control?(Ba-da, ba-da)
‘Cause I’m- sleepin' naked;
Month-old pillowcases caked in sweat.
(Heat’s been gettin’ to me.)
And to my sheets, confiding, still-
Deciding if I tell you yet.
(‘Cause you’ve been gettin’ to me,)
(You’ve been gettin’ to me, you’ve been-)And I hope I’m not comin’ off as off-putting,
I lost a little footing is all.
Some expertise is all I need,
To get me back up on by feet;
Bet you could get me to stand up,
Stand up tall.There's something 'bout'cha,
Countin' sheep a little less when you're around-
I'm sleepin' sound.
I can’t describe it,
Maybe I could try to show ‘ya how ‘ya-
Sweep me off the-
Sweep me off the ground.
Maybe I could try to show ‘ya how ‘ya-[Overlapping vocals]
There’s something ‘bout ya, maybe how ya-
Seem to get away with anything.
I can’t describe it, maybe I could-
Let’cha get away with anything.
V. People I Love
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You saw it on the TV screen.
You read it in a magazine.
The lady on the late-night program said-
That it's waiting on a plane ride home back west,
Or we could ship it on a flatbed just next week.You saw it on a desktop shortcut.
A message in the mess of sweat and smut;
Some fragment found, in flesh and sound,
Right after the actress got stripped down-
And it kind of just hit you in the gut.But I'm gonna find the people I love.
I'll know when it's right, I know that much.
Said, “I'm gonna find the people I love.”
Oh, I'm gonna find...(Da-na-na, da-na-na, da-na-na, uh-huh)
(Da da, da-da-da)You felt it under tooth and claw of a dog-
Some holy truth in the clamp of his jaws;
Spittle rippin' down the maw, ripple red in the fog.
A lesson in a cul-de-sac;
Livin' for a god, didn't love him back-
Oh, I wish I could tell him, I wish we could talk.But you felt it in the airy calm of a storm.
A crackle from the fingertips to the palms;
Wrap your arms around, safe, sound, and warm.
I know that when you're all alone,
It's tougher to see those pieces of home, but-
They're speakin' right now;
In other shapes, in other forms, oh-So I'm gonna find the people I love.
I'll know when it's right, 'cause it's in my blood.
Said, “I'm gonna find the people I love.”
Yeah, I'm gonna find...(I’m gonna find-)
[Overlapping vocals]
You saw it on the TV screen,
And fallin' under tooth and claw of a dog.
You read it in a magazine;
Head into the storm, the wash of the fog.
You felt it by the open casket,
You felt it in the way she called your name,
You felt it burn down the match sticks,
And you felt it on your own, all the same.
*Project Information
I. Instruments
II. mics
Ibanez SDGR SR 500 “Aaron”
Electric Bass
MEINL Headliner Series MCAJ100BK-FP
Cajon
III. gear / Details
Sample Rate
44.1 kHz
IV. Sessions
Yamaha NTX1 “Henry”
Classical Guitar
Yamaha YFH-734
Flugelhorn
sE Electronics sE8 VE (AB pair, ~8 in. from 12th fret)
Classical Guitar
DI only — Radial Engineering ProD2
Electric Bass
Main — Audio-Technica AT2035 (~4 in. from source)
Vocals
Backgrounds — Rewired landline telephone (DIY)
Close — Shure SM7B (~1 ft. from source)
Flugelhorn
Room — sE Electronics sE8 VE (ORTF pair, ~8 ft. from source)
Cajon
Front — sE Electronics sE8 VE (Above, 45°, ~4 ft. from source)
Rear — Rode NT1-A (~3 in. from port)
2021 MacBook Pro 14 in.
Computer
Classical Guitar, Vocals — Zoom H6
Interfaces
Electric Bass — Native Instruments Komplete Audio 1
Flugelhorn, Cajon — Antelope Audio Discrete 8 Pro SC
24-bit. (Later resampled to 16-bit for CD & streaming masters)
Bit Depth
Logic Pro X
DAW
Guitar & vocals performed by Isaac Stormont (in my attic) summer 2025. Bass and cajon performed by Isaac Stormont at The Orchard, Lowell MA, November 2025 and March 3, 2026, respectively.
Flugelhorn performed by Aiden Dowd at The Orchard, Lowell MA, March 3, 2026.
V. Downloads
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