Demo
by The Harrison Four
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Digital Album
Immediate download of 5-track album in your choice of high-quality MP3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.Free Download
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Bookends
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Frozen in Olympia
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More Bombs! More Bombs!
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Sleepovers
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about
All our music is free. All art should be free. But if you want to make a donation you can send something on paypal to harrisonfourband@gmail.com
All these songs were written in between summer of 2011 and Spring of 2012. Everything was recorded in March of 2012. It is free to download. We think art should always be free.
Cover art by James B.
Here's a mediafire link if that is for some reason easier than downloading it from here: www.mediafire.com?vtj6db6udwotob7
All these songs were written in between summer of 2011 and Spring of 2012. Everything was recorded in March of 2012. It is free to download. We think art should always be free.
Cover art by James B.
Here's a mediafire link if that is for some reason easier than downloading it from here: www.mediafire.com?vtj6db6udwotob7
credits
released 22 March 2012
James B. on lead vox and guitar
Tom bass master and secondary vox
Michael keeping the beats
Thanks to James H. for producing and mixing the thing. Dan, Madison, James H. for gang vocals. Alex for putting up with us. Joey for the voice mail. Matt Groening and George Lucas for so many well spent hours. Ryan and Matt for showing up. Alex H. for his spirit. Jon for the four square. Adam for the air mattress and charming hospitality. Scott for being absolutely relentless with his awesomeness (get your ass out of Annapolis). Mary for the hellos and goodbyes. Ethan and Ian for the talks and the walks. Signals Midwest for the hugs and the guitar picks. David, Chris, and Meghan for giving a shit. Ben for the perspective, and the hash. Wasted Dream for everything.
Various inspiration robbery from Cleveland Bound Death Sentence, Cheap Girls, Bomb the Music Industry!, American Steel, Anti-Flag (I guess...), and Aaron Commetbus.
Our other uncredited loves, muses, friends, and enemies. God, Satan, and Siddhartha, Clarence Clemons, Sonic, Knuckles, Jack Herer, the city of Washington DC, oh and the kids man, the kids...
James B. on lead vox and guitar
Tom bass master and secondary vox
Michael keeping the beats
Thanks to James H. for producing and mixing the thing. Dan, Madison, James H. for gang vocals. Alex for putting up with us. Joey for the voice mail. Matt Groening and George Lucas for so many well spent hours. Ryan and Matt for showing up. Alex H. for his spirit. Jon for the four square. Adam for the air mattress and charming hospitality. Scott for being absolutely relentless with his awesomeness (get your ass out of Annapolis). Mary for the hellos and goodbyes. Ethan and Ian for the talks and the walks. Signals Midwest for the hugs and the guitar picks. David, Chris, and Meghan for giving a shit. Ben for the perspective, and the hash. Wasted Dream for everything.
Various inspiration robbery from Cleveland Bound Death Sentence, Cheap Girls, Bomb the Music Industry!, American Steel, Anti-Flag (I guess...), and Aaron Commetbus.
Our other uncredited loves, muses, friends, and enemies. God, Satan, and Siddhartha, Clarence Clemons, Sonic, Knuckles, Jack Herer, the city of Washington DC, oh and the kids man, the kids...
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Jun 22Alexandria, VA
discography
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Mar 2013 -
Mar 2012
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- Track Name: Bookends
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like two bookends of a collection I never read
like two coasts of a country most of which I've yet to see
like two friends awkwardly situated on a couch watching TV
'cause wasting time is the only thing that I know how to do
and I want to waste my time with you
i moved to this city as such the optimist
take the good fight to them hey i'll be an activist
black bloc on the IMF. look mom i'm an anarchist!
now it's two years later...
it's two years later and i can't stop feeling depressed
making poor decisions and flirting with nihilists
over empty pizza boxes and beer cases: my empty bank balance!!
and the sad thing is i'm getting kind of used to this
not believing in myself
and wasting time is the only thing that i know how to do
i just want some comfort for tonight
just to get to sleep well i've been sleep walking my entire life!!
so i got to drinkin', yeah i got to thinking bout if singin' songs
about how i'm weak really make me strong.
i just want some comfort for tonight
a heart beat to nuzzle up against
but all i find is a resin caked bong
smelling like painful memories of the last three years
a downward spiral of decaying dreams and dried up tears
i know you know that i've been running too damn slow
i know you know - Track Name: Frozen in Olympia
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my heart bloody sundered always wasted on misspent affection
always investing too much in one person. never feeling complete.
my eyes bloodshot behind tears starring over the valley
take it all in so compelling i never wanna leave
but for now i'll just slip away
into another day i'll slip away. i'll slip away.
into the same old place i'll slip away. i'll slip away.
my bones achy and soaked winter is bringing me down
power lines and transformers blow up all over this town
i'll bury my heart in Olympia and maybe one day
treasure maps will lead me back and i'll sew it onto my shirt
but for now i'll just slip away
into another day i'll slip away. i'll slip away.
into the same old place i'll slip away. i'll slip away.
the same old alleyways are there to greet me
as i step into the decay of another DC day - Track Name: More Bombs! More Bombs!
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let me tell you a little story about blood and glory;
a 21st century manifest destiny
a spiderweb of military influence
strangles the world into forced compliance
we're gonna replace your blood
with brand name soda company products
another failed economic policy
they're gonna invade another country for you and me
(not for me! not for me!)
killing everybody for the land of the free
a woman and her children toil in the wastelands outside the drawbridge
of the gilded city where everyone wants to live
the people inside got apocalyptic blues
dude look around the world ended in 1942
and they keep building more bombs! more bombs!
more ways of causing more people more harm!
another failed economic policy
they're gonna invade another country for you and me
(not for me. not for me.)
killing everybody for the land of the free
you fascist golden crowned thieves
you scorch the Earth for greed but NOT FOR ME!! - Track Name: Abandoned at a Petworth Liquor Store
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drinking blue ribbons in the back of your rental car
the warm Florida air kisses my face i feel like a kid again
stacked amplifiers pounding in my chest it goes,
“ba ba da da da ba ba ba da da da da da da da da da da da da”
drunk texting you since like 1 in the morning
sometimes i drink just as an excuse to talk to you
and i didn't mean to get that obsessed
and i didn't mean to feel that depressed
but once it started it wouldn't stop
when you wield your emotions like a knife someone is gonna get cut
you gave me a part of you
I gave you a part of me too
and now i'm gonna have to watch you fuck it up!
walked myself up to your doorway
the doors were locked and the lights shut off
and i sat there on the phone with your voice mail
cuz i thought i would feel better
it was the only time i'd gotten out of bed
unless it was to smoke a cigarette or to hit the bottle again
and i guess i could have taken comfort in my friends or family
i just wanted you. oh no oh oh oh oh whoa.
and i didn't mean to get that obsessed
and i didn't mean to feel that depressed
but once it started it wouldn't stop
a big big love i'm gonna pop
when you talk it's like a light shining down on me
float down to the ground and set me free
when you talk you quiver with anxiety
you won't find what you're looking for
in that bottle of whiskey or PBR you're fucked kid
you're fucked kid, you're fucked.
when you wield your emotions like a knife someone is gonna get cut
and all i'm left with is your bloody knife stuck in my gut
you gave me a part of you
i gave you a part of me too
and now i'm gonna have to watch you fuck it up! - Track Name: Sleepovers
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biking around downtown in the cold
spiraling in 4 foot wide circles on Lamont
no where to go and no one to call
just a few sheets of paper and my own head to crawl into
i got a full key ring with no open doors
can i crash at your place tonight? I just need a floor
the reminiscing has been killing me
i don't know what burns worse, whiskey or the memories
these streets tell so many stories
i couldn't hope to hear them all
faded memories I still hold close to me
i love waking up to you
i love waking up to you
walking down 18th huddled in the cold
if this city's leaking water then I guess we are the mold
two friends rocking the sinking ship of youth
i'm not distressed as long as I got you
with other people I never know what to say
the relentless sense of sincerity
and security that you give to me
i hope it always stays that way
your eyes tell so many stories
i couldn't hope to hear them all
faded memories I still hold close to me
i love waking up to you
i love waking up to you
she said, "the east coast raised me all bitter longing
and hopeful for a future that's never gonna come
the west coast broke me
i don't know if I know how to be loved."
drunken epiphanies in DC, in Vancouver,
in my parents' house serve to show ourselves what we're really all about
and that we're good and we deserve to be loved
i love waking up to you
i love waking up to you
the east coast raised me all bitter longing
and hopeful for a future that's never gonna come
the west coast broke me
i don't know if I know how to be loved!
the east coast raised me all bitter longing and hopeful
for a future that's never gonna come
the west coast broke me
i don't know if I know how to be loved
and it sounds just like a broken record
east side, west side man whatever.
man whatever
man whatever!
