CHLOE'S EPITAPH IS CHLOE (2006)


​A DRUG INSIDE YOUR WRIST

(Lee Boyle, Jack Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard

Jack Boyle: Bass Guitar

Pepe Parish: Percussion
Don't ask me where I'm going, 'cause I don't know, when all the world is glowing, bright. I need to watch myself and spiral above the red carpet. And, no, I won't cry, tonight. Don't tell me that the wind is whispering the answers to me, 'cause I already know that truth. To break her heart is to be sad and I can't take this kind of pressure in this instance. She climbs a tree to hide away, where children go to play, and I can't say that place is found anymore. Chloe, you cross my mind into thoughts of better times. The lake is bright. The sky is white and the waves reflect it right into my backyard, at night. Safety nets in my friend's dreams animate into the scene. Trust in Chloe to make believe she is good, a drug inside your wrist and teeth, o-oooh, Chloe. To break her heart is to be sad and I can't take that kind of pressure in this instance. She climbs the stairs, like blackened smoke, where children go to play, and I can't say that place is profound, anymore. I have lost my dancing skills; I'm confined to my bed. If you show me your new moves, I will take you out on the town. But, my headache's killing me, so I better stay locked in this place. Don't be like me; don't give it up, at 23. Just have fun 'til your legs just snap off. I'm just an old man and I wanna understand; is that too much to ask, God, you punk? I'm like a little boy and I want my favorite toy; to me, it's like a shiny, red truck. When I was 23, could I tap dance like a freak? The answer to that inquiry is "yes." I'm just an old man and I wanna understand. I guess you all wish I'd shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

HOSPITAL RESTROOMS

(Lee Boyle, Jack Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar

Jack Boyle: Percussion

​Pepe Parish: Vocals, Bass Guitar
Oh, how my father loved his medicine; my teacher said it got the best of him, a land of little lives that crawl, at night, and hide in hospital restrooms, in fright. I can't take this torture; pass it on. There's got to be a soul to capture this compassion. My father spoke to me in broken words, something about the bushes, full of birds. I can't take this torture; pass it on. There's got to be a soul to capture this compassion. My father spoke to me and said "I can't take this torture; pass it on. There's got to be a soul to capture this compassion." I can't take this torture; there's got to be a soul to capture. I can't take this torture; there's got to be a soul to capture. I can't take this torture; there's got to be a soul to capture. I can't take this torture; there's got to be a soul to capture. 

VICTORY OF THE SEVERED

(Jack Boyle, Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard

Jack Boyle: Percussion

Pepe Parish: Bass Guitar
I don't need your legs to warm me. Standing in the cold, all I could ever need is my cigarette. I'll be there, with my sheep coat that would just be sitting in my attic; I put it to use. I'll be content, freezing, freezing. I like being cold. I like being cold. I like being cold. I like being cold. Victory of the severed with their spears of fake thoughts, victory of the severed with their spears of fake thoughts, swarming my chest, bearing pain, swarming my chest, bearing pain, you forced me independent. You forced me independent. You forced me independent. You forced me independent. You forced me independent. You forced me independent. You forced me independent. You forced me independent. You forced me. You forced me. You forced me. You forced me. You forced me. You forced me. You forced me.

I LOVE THIS

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar

Jack Boyle: Bass Guitar

Pepe Parish: Percussion, Recorder
Luck will help you out. Love will help you out. The future, I wanna be careful not to die. I love this. Never give up and cease to try. I feel for you, man; I really mean it; I really mean it is over. Quit teaching us that god-awful nonsense just so we can go to college. We've got our choices and we're afraid. Where's anarchy when you need it?

THE GLUE IS STARTING TO CRACK

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Piano

Jack Boyle: Bass Guitar

Pepe Parish: Percussion
All my plans and dreams are coming to true, today. A number of these faceless schemes is coming into play. And, yes, I can tell the future is sweating consequence. The glue on that old green t-shirt is starting to crack, and loneliness, the only sense, is holding you back. All my marble graphing-s have turned the air to stone. The ceiling lights caress the white speakers, when you're not home. And, yes, I can play those sad games, and, yes, I can see your eyes. The glue on that old green t-shirt is starting to crack, and loneliness, the only sense, is holding you back. Reality has other plans. And, when you go to write you paper on the matter, remember, remember, remember: All my plans and dreams are coming true, today. A number of these faceless schemes is coming into play. And, yes, I can tell the tell the future. And, yes, I can see your eyes. And, yes, I can feel the sorrow; it's coming down, tonight.

KEEP IT UP

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar

Jack Boyle: Percussion

Pepe Parish: Bass Guitar
Standing on the other side of your line, I don't think I even wanna try. Every weekend, like a religion, we'll be just fine. I'll never not appreciate this life I've been alive in. I'll never not appreciate this life I've been alive in. Standing on the other side of your line, if it ever ended, I would cry. I've already made my decision. We'll be just fine. I'll never not appreciate this life I've been alive in. I'll never not appreciate this life I've been alive in. Keep it up. Keep it up. Keep it up. 

GET OUT OF MY HEAD

(Pepe Parish, Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Percussion, Guitar

Jack Boyle: Piano, Keyboard

Pepe Parish: Vocals, Bass Guitar, Keyboard
1, 2, 3, I want to kill, I want to maim the world, and nothing is the same. You think you're cool; I think you're lame; your lazy life is just the same. I've got to tell you, sir, you're the best, sir, at what you do, sir; you're a loser. You're a juicer, drug abuser, lowest form of life, a boozer. If I, possibly, could kill you, slit your throat, you know I would. You better leave me now. Believe me that could kill you in my room, hit you with a broom, stab you with a knife. You're in for a doom. Shoot you in the head, make you end up dead, beat you to a pulp, get out of my head! Kill you in my room, hit you with a broom, stab you with a knife, you're in for a doom. Shoot you in the head, make you end up dead, beat you to pulp, get out of my head! Disgusted with the world, disgusted with myself, I need to go, find somebody, find somebody else. Disgusted with the world, disgusted with myself, I need to go, find somebody, find somebody else.

FULL-FRAME MOVIES

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard

Jack Boyle: Percussion

Pepe Parish: Bass Guitar
2,000 pounds of unrealized, ruined my life, just like this song, sat on my life, just like a mountain, those carousels lit up my eyes. Full-frame movies, just like when I was young, those baseball games lit up my eyes; games, it seems strange. Ruined my life, just like my jokes, into the ground, just like my jokes, life's finger tips feel like a song, 2,000 pounds of unrealized, 2,000 pounds of unrealized.

PAINTING A PICTURE OVER AND OVER

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar

Jack Boyle: Percussion

Pepe Parish: Bass Guitar
Stupid dunces, dumb opinions stay the same way, year after year. Things will never not change themselves; no solution, don't ignore it. Things will never not change themselves; no solution, don't ignore it. Close-minded freaks, you have no hope. Close-minded freaks, you have no hope. Things will never not change themselves; no solution, don't ignore it. Things will never not change themselves; no solution, don't ignore it. Everything will change, when you open your eyes. Everything will change, when you open your eyes.

PLEAD INSANITY

(Pepe Parish)

Lee Boyle: Percussion

Jack Boyle: Vocals, Bass Guitar

Pepe Parish: Vocals, Piano
Like I said, some other time, "I won't know why I am here." You look like you need a jump; I feel your death is coming near. I wish I had a gun, 'cause I'd shoot you, no hesitation. You are so fundamental and I'm living life in a ration. I can't go, no more. Life is at it's door. Die, down, on the floor. Insanity, live with gore. I can't go, no more. Life is at it's door. Die, down, on the floor. Insanity, live with gore. Killing all of my best friends, I don't know what's in my head. Everything you say offends. In moments, you will be dead. I think I will plead the fifth. I know I'm going off the edge. Maybe, you can charm the whip. Maybe, you will get the wedge. I can't go, no more. Life is at it's door. Die, down, on the floor. Insanity, live with gore. I can't go, no more. Life is at it's door. Die, down, on the floor. Insanity, live with gore.

EXPLODE THE SKY

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard

Jack Boyle: Vocals

Pepe Parish: Vocals

Kris Mills: Vocals

Steve Boyle: Vocals

Khaled Tabbara: Vocals

Brendan Gauntner: Vocals

Billy James: Vocals

Jill Dickinson: Vocals

Cory Foster: Vocals

Elizabeth Reeves: Vocals
Gloomy, and I'm filled with cement; it's roomy, in this apartment. Assuming that I will never fit, blooming is life; I don't see it. Screeching of pain and of torture, burning, today's another scorcher. Black dust is filling up my eyes, blind. No trust is forming and I'm confined. Blue cars are crashing on the four-way. Green stars are strung across the doorway. Explode the sky into my small town. A long road is the thing that I found. Explode the sky; the colors will fly. The purple and white, it's all just a sight. Explode the sky; the colors will fly. The purple and white, it's all just a sight. Explode the sky; the colors will fly. The purple and white, it's all just a sight.

BLUE

(Lee Boyle)

​Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar

Jack Boyle: Bass Guitar

Pepe Parish: Percussion
Fame, you can't take it away from me; it belongs to you. And, it's the same if you take my pride from me, 'cause you're all I need. And, food, you can take it all away, 'cause I want you. And, sound, you can take it away for a day, 'cause, all around, all I need is you, or else, I'll be blue. I'll stick to you like glue. All I need is you. All I need is you, or else, I'll be blue. I'll stick to you like glue. All I need is you. Love, you can't take it away from me; it belongs to you. And, shine, I can't take away your shine. You're more than bright; you're mine. And, I just can't start to express, I just can't stress your meaning to me and to the world. You're the only girl for me; that's why I'm yours. You're all I need. All I need is you, or else, I'll be blue. I'll stick to you like glue. All I need is you. All I need is you, or else, I'll be blue. I'll stick to you like glue. All I need is you.

A DRUG INSIDE YOUR WRIST PART II

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard

Jack Boyle: Vocals, Bass Guitar

Pepe Parish: Percussion
Chloe, when you spiral 'bove the carpet, it's a shame, it's a shame. Chloe, when you spiral 'bove the carpet, it's a shame, it's a shame. Chloe, when you spiral 'bove the carpet like that, makes my skin jump out of my feet, makes my skin jump out of my feet. Chloe, when you spiral 'bove the carpet like that, makes my skin jump out of my feet. A drug inside your wrist, a drug inside my wrist, a drug inside my wrist is clean. My wrist is clean. A drug inside your wrist, a drug inside my wrist, a drug inside my wrist is clean. My wrist is clean from all the trash you tried to store inside, for years on end, inside my home, inside my home, inside my home, inside my home.


THE RED WHEELBARROW (2009)


PARTY IN YOUR HOUSE

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard, Party Horn

Jack Boyle: Percussion, Party Horn

​Pepe Parish: Vocals, Bass Guitar, Party Horn

​Steve Boyle: Party Horn

​We're gonna have a party in your house, tonight. We're gonna have a party. Everything's gonna be alright. We're gonna have a party in your house, tonight. We're gonna have a party. Everything's gonna be alright. When you are gone, in college, will you remember me, always? I don't think you'll have a reason to leave me behind with the season. Remember the street fairs and bumper cars. Remember the sweet, flaring, summer stars. Remember the red jeans and wooden floors. Remember the ice cream and candy stores. We're gonna have a party in your house, tonight. We're gonna have a party. Everything's gonna be alright. We're gonna have a party in your house, tonight. We're gonna have a party. Everything's gonna be alright. Climbing in the magnolia, basements full of China Cola, I don't know if I ever told you, but we'll still be friends when we're older. Remember the street fairs and bumper cars. Remember the sweet, flaring, summer stars. Remember the red jeans and wooden floors. Remember the ice cream and candy stores. Remember the seats in the back woods. Remember the streets in the neighborhoods. Remember the night-time driveways. Remember when all of us used to say "We're gonna have a party in your house, tonight. We're gonna have a party. Everything's gonna be alright. We're gonna have a party in your house, tonight. We're gonna have a party. Everything's gonna be alright."


ELLISON'S HARLEM

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar

Jack Boyle: Percussion

​Pepe Parish: Vocals, Bass Guitar

I told you that I wanna live under the world. I hope you never wanna try to change my mind. Hiding the holes under the New York sewers, the bottom of the city's all I have to find. Harlem threw us away, at the end of the day. Harlem put me down here; they were driving my fear. When I stand halfway i and halfway out of my own shadow, shoved into the light, illuminated by my life, I look back up, towards Harlem; I'm falling deeper, still, when I stand halfway in and halfway out of my own shadow, my shadow, my shadow, my shadow. I told you that I have a map inside my eyes. I told you of the places where I want to live. Why won't you come with me; why won't you come down? The bottom of the city's all I have to give. Harlem threw us away, at the end of the day. Harlem put me down here; they were driving my fear. When I stand halfway in and halfway out of my own shadow, shoved into the light, illuminated by my life, I look back up, towards Harlem; I'm falling deeper, still, when I stand halfway in and halfway out of my own shadow, my shadow, my shadow, my shadow. I told that I want to live under the world. I hope you never want to try to change my mind.


​RAINY AND STORMY

​(Lee Boyle)

​Lee Boyle: Vocals, Piano

Jack Boyle: Bass Guitar

Pepe Parish: Percussion

I like it when it's rainy and it's stormy out, when it's cold and it's grey and it's stormy out. The weather and the sun in the grainy south has just about gone and done and wore me out. Then, the sun creeps up from behind the lonely clouds, and it's raining, again. I like it in the weather, in the grey sunshine, when creeps right up from a farmer's eyes, and I run through a neighborhood of old clotheslines, and it makes a louder sound in my night-time cries. Then, the sun creeps up from behind the lonely clouds, and it's raining, again. And, I ask you about the snow in your hair, and the miracles happening, everywhere, and a town that seems to never care. And, they blow right past, in their despair, without me; I know that I could help them see. Without me, I know that I could help them see. Why'd you have to leave me in the middle of that lecture hall? Why'd you have to leave me? I was just about to fall into your arms, so tight around me, they could make me fly, and take me to a place where I was not as afraid to die. Why you acting sad when there's styles you never knew? You're acting sad, even though I'm close to you. You're acting sad and, just like that, I'm acting sad, too.  Why you acting scared when you know there's nothing there? You're shivering when I've cured all your nightmares. You're acting scared and, just like that, I'm acting scared, too. I like it when the kids come, play with me, little kids from the block with their monster trucks. They ask me if they can come, stay with me, and I only got one bedroom, man, it's just my luck. Then, someone creeps up, from behind, and says to me, "They can all stay with me." Then, I ask you about the snow in your hair, the miracles happening, everywhere, a town that seems to never care; they blow right past, in their despair, without me; I know that I could help them see. Without me, I know that I could help them see. Why'd you have to plug that upside-down Jesus light bulb in? Now, you've gone to town with it, trying to cure my sins. Into the sky, I think I'll fly when I am ready, and I don't need God, at least, not the same one you speak of, he sounds like a snob. Why you acting sad when there's styles you never knew? You're acting sad, even though I'm close to you. You're acting sad and, just like that, I'm acting sad, too.  Why you acting scared when you know there's nothing there? You're shivering when I've cured all your nightmares. You're acting scared and, just like that, I'm acting scared, too.


EGYPT THEN ROSWELL

(Pepe Parish)

​Lee Boyle: Keyboard

Jack Boyle: Percussion

​Pepe Parish: Vocals, Guitar

​They touched down, first, in Egypt. They came, again, in Roswell. They'll come, again, and kill us.


LAUGH AND CRY

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard

Jack Boyle: Bass Guitar

Pepe Parish: Percussion

​I laugh and I cry. I know what you want me to be. Then, I step outside. I know, that's what I wanna be. Turn out the lights. Let the dark sink into me. The world's always bright, even when I cannot breathe. And, now, there's a place where I feel better. Now, there's a place, I belong. You're holding me up. "The perfect person" you call me. It's breaking me up. But, with a dead heart, I still see. And, now, there's a place where I feel better. Now, there's a place, I belong. Now, there's a place where I feel better. Now, there's a place I belong.


FLIGHT OF OWLS

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar

Jack Boyle: Vocals, Percussion

Pepe Parish: Vocals, Bass Guitar

Owls are in the air, tonight. Owls are in the air, tonight. Owls are in the air, tonight. Owls are in the air, tonight. Owls are in the air, tonight, hey. Owls are in the air, tonight, hey. Owls are in the air, tonight, hey. Owls are in the air, tonight, hey. 1, 2, 3, 4 owls are in the air, tonight. Owls are in the air, tonight. Owls are in the air, tonight. Owls are in the air, tonight.


OFFICE SUPPLIES

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard

Jack Boyle: Percussion

Pepe Parish: Bass Guitar

​If your office supplies last, and you're still just living fast, come back and live away from me, alone. If your fancy things stay good, and your dress if flowing like it should, come back and live away from me, alone. Small businesses rage across the night sky, into the night. We paved a loss, the minute we said this felt right. It's a heavy cost to be in it, flying like a kite. If your fancy things stay good, and you're dress is flowing like it should, come back and live away from me, alone. And, if love seems outdated, and if life seems too complicated, come back to the US of A, hey. Small businesses rage across the night sky, into the night. We paved a loss, the minute we said it felt right. It's a heavy cost to be in it, flying like a kite.


TELL ME YOU LOVE ME

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar

Jack Boyle: Bass Guitar

Pepe Parish: Vocals, Percussion

Slow and old and dying and feeling insecure, my eyes have sunken in and my mouth can't say a word. Gradually, my balance has hung me out to dry. I can't ignore the pressure of always asking why. And, lately, the feeling is fake and I need to make it real. So, tell me you love me, tonight, 'cause I need to make it real. Happy with you by me, I skip down the sidewalk, holding hands and smiling and having a long talk about the busy cities that always stay on track, never showing pity, they're just about to crack. And, as this town is silent, I notice where we are. And, lately, the feeling is fake and I need to make it real. So, tell me you love me, tonight, 'cause I need to make it real.


ARMY MEN

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard

Jack Boyle: Percussion

Pepe Parish: Bass Guitar

You dress us up in green. I can't try to win. Ring the doorbell and run. You hide us in the sun. What kind of control do you think you have over me? What kind of control do you think you have over me? My raging heart is dead. Blood flows around my head. I can't flush it down to the ground, to the ground. You throw us in a field. I can't try to win. You use us as a shield. My corpse's face will never be won. My corpse's face will never be won. You better think, again. We're not your army men. You must be crazy. You must be crazy. Life is too precious to waste.


GREAT DAYS

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar​

Pepe Parish: Vocals, Guitar

Jack Boyle: Percussion

Great days come and go for me; today's one for me. And, I'll tell you, right now, you'll never give your dedication to this kind of fun. X-rays of the newest guns, can you get me one? I can use it to break down my useless dedication to this kind of fun. Can you tell me the scene? Can you describe the view? Can you kiss me goodbye, if I ask? Living in a cocoon, in the fragrance of noon, it's the only thing I can smell. Deafness chases me along to sing it's ugly songs, songs that begin and end in the worst place that you need patience to understand. Flowers bloom their ugly bloom and your giant head looms, in and out of the trees. I can follow until we get this breeze again. Can we romp in the hills? Can we play in the clouds? Can you rip me apart if I ask? With eroding towers, a universe of creatures, they live in a forest that fell. At the wisps of the sky, you'll be wondering why we were saving this moment, so long. At the wisps of the sky, you'll pointing your eyes and asking why this took so long. It's long gone.


NURSERY

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard

Jack Boyle: Percussion

Pepe Parish: Bass Guitar

It's cold in this neck of Ohio, tonight, and the style is right for a sad, winter song. I feel lost, like a speck in a pile, out of sight, and, though I try with all might, I just don't feel that strong. As we walk through the fields, trekking on snowy dirt, my eyes start to hurt, trying to see you smile. And, we talk about fears, making our stories short. You are scared to get shot; your bravery goes for miles. And, there's more miles to go as we walk the train tracks. I think we lost the rain, back in the woods, we just hiked. And, the store signs can glow as you walk sidewalk cracks. I think we lost the town, back, trading streetlamps for kites. The nursery and all of the trees cross over the dark. And, some old parking lots hold my whimpering thoughts and I'm on the next train. You and me, you and me, can't you see what this means, in the light of a torch? Realize, nothing is forced. Nothing is forced. It's cold in this neck of Pennsylvania, tonight. With the airplanes in flight, they plummet at my car. And, it's cold and I talk and I strain you to fight about pain at it's height and whatever you are. And, it's cold in this camp in Kentucky, tonight. And, the river's a sight as you sit on a branch. And, we've rolled up our sleeves and are lucky to fight about pain at it's height and we're taking a chance. The nursery and all of the trees cross over the dark. And, some old parking lots hold my whimpering thoughts and I'm on the next train. You and me, you and me, can't you see what this means, in the light of a torch? Realize, nothing is forced. Nothing is forced. The nursery and all of the trees cross over the dark. And, some old parking lots hold my whimpering thoughts and I'm on the next train. You and me, you and me, can't you see what this means, in the light of a torch? Realize, nothing is forced. Nothing is forced. Nothing is forced. Nothing is forced.


NEXT BEST THING (TO NOTHING)

(Jack Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Percussion

Jack Boyle: Vocals, Guitar

Pepe Parish: Bass Guitar

I knew you must be ending us by the way you say you don't need me. I knew you must be serious by the way you say you'd be happy without me, at all. I nearly died when I realized how much it scares me that you're pretty without me to see. I nearly cried when I realized how much it scares me to be lonely. You're happy without me. I'm the next best thing to nothing, just the next best thing to nothing. I couldn't breathe when you told me how much more fun it is without me. Right about now, I'm mad about how you know me so well, but I'm just the next best thing to nothing, just the next best thing to nothing.


12 AND 9 EP (2011)


12 AND 9

(Pepe Parish, Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar

​Jack Boyle: Bass Guitar

Pepe Parish: Percussion

When I was 12, and you were 9, I never thought I'd look behind and say that I was satisfied with my own life, after all. Well, I guess, it started in elementary school, when all the kids said I broke the rules, and they looked at me, and I knew that I was different. Please, please, don't let them kill us. Please, don't let them fill us with self-regret. We've come this far. Please, don't let them kill us. Please, don't let them fill us with self-regret. When I was 12, and you were 9, I never thought I'd be this fine, today, and notice the leaves on every tree, and the stars. Well, I don't know how it came to this, from shadowed corners to bright bliss. I stayed long enough to endure the rough of this life. Please, please, don't let them kill us. Please, don't let them fill us with self-regret. We've come this far. Please, don't let them kill us. Please, don't let them fill us with self-regret.


A NEW KIND OF MARS

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard

Jack Boyle: Vocals, Bass Guitar

Pepe Parish: Percussion

There is a spy with is head, down on the floor. There is a planet, on the ceiling, to explore. There is god, watching from the ceiling fan, spinning his face and making his demands. There is a kid, laying, upside-down, in bed. There is a new kind of mars, created in his head. There is book, he is writing with his eyes. Nobody can look and destroy his new-found skies. I'll make it over, again. I'll make it over, again. You can't destroy my dreams. I'll make it over, again. I'll make it over, again. You can't destroy my dreams. There is girl, running toward me, on the drive. After the rain, all the worms are still alive. There is a cow, staring at me, from the fence, wondering how I survive with no good sense. There is a place where the clock never runs out. There is a taste when you bite into the clouds. There is a race between my mind and yours. There is a way we can settle all these scores. I'll make it over, again. I'll make it over, again. You can't destroy my dreams. I'll make it over, again. I'll make it over, again. You can't destroy my dreams. I'll make it over, again. I'll make it over, again. You can't destroy my dreams.


HEAVEN AND ICE CREAM

(Lee Boyle, Pepe Parish)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar

Pepe Parish: Vocals, Bass Guitar

Jack Boyle: Percussion

Streetlights casting a glare, dare to stare into the holes where we dwell. The morning air slices, deep, through my skin, like a sin. To get to the head of this life, now, begin the slow, big, sad sacrifice to the grave, traveling blind, through the day, on the paved road of dreams, mountains and streams, heaven and ice cream, but it seems these schemes need redeemed. A thought had once crossed through my mind, how I find to be this far in a life suits me fine. If everything goes down the drain, I remain, just play this song in your head, and refrain from slow, big, sad sacrifice to the grave, traveling blind, through the day, on the paved road of dreams, mountains and streams, heaven and ice cream, but it seems these schemes need redeemed. I tried to move to Tennessee; it followed me. I tried to move to Kentucky; it followed me. I tried to move to NYC; it followed me. I tried to drown in the sea; it followed me on roads of dreams, mountains and streams, heaven and ice cream, but it seems these schemes need the road of dreams, mountains and streams, heaven and ice cream, but it seems these schemes need redeemed.


I THINK I SEE YOU

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Piano

​Jack Boyle: Bass Guitar

Pepe Parish: Percussion

I saw you start to get older as you jokingly glared at me. I felt the weather get colder in the depth of a stirring sea. I saw what your mother's mother saw in the 70's. I am a giant spruce, seeing growth in a baby tree. I felt the wrinkles emerge for a moment. I have always imagined it, now I know it. Leather bibles hit me in the back of my head and I topple into endless canyons. I'm dreaming. I think I'm dreaming. And, I won't remember all my friends when I get older, towards the end. Let's duck away and run and hide, behind the dumpster where you cried. And, we'll get older. Everyone will see us drop dead, one by one. The neighborhood will disregard the presence of the wild card. I see you. I think I see you when you get old. I saw you start to get older as you sadly explained to me, you were off of your medicine for your anxiety. I saw the wrinkles emerge and it got weird. I saw you standing alone, in the dark, with your worst fears. Leather bibles hit me in the back of my head and I topple into endless canyons. I'm dreaming. I think I'm dreaming. And, I won't remember all my friends when I get older, towards the end. Let's duck away and run and hide, behind the dumpster where you cried. And, we'll get older. Everyone will see us drop dead, one by one. The neighborhood will disregard the presence of the wild card. I see you. I think I see you when you get old.


KITTY-CAT EYES

(Pepe Parish)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar

Jack Boyle: Percussion

Pepe Parish: Vocals, Bass Guitar

All your friends say they love you; your family says they do, too. Look up at me with your open, wide eyes. Look up at me with your kitty-cat eyes, and we sail the sea. All my life is lived for you. Everything, it's all for you. Look up at me with your open, wide eyes. Look up at me with your kitty-cat eyes, and we sail the sea, and we sail the sea.


DEMONS OUTSIDE

(Lee Boyle, Jack Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard

Jack Boyle: Percussion

Pepe Parish: Vocals, Bass Guitar

You're passing my house and you're circling the block. There's demons outside and they're circling the sky. The breeze from the lake makes raindrops on my jacket. When will the ghosts believe in the humans they see? Why won't they just come around and around, in the whirling sound and the frightening gowns of the underworld? And, lights, at night, flicker between their flight. Why won't we leave them alone? You walk between the walls and you live under the stairs until a motionless death sinks into your hair. Late, at night, I sit before the light. When will the ghosts believe in the humans they see? Why won't they just come around and around, in the whirling sound and the frightening gowns of the underworld? And, lights, at night, flicker between their flight. Why won't we leave them alone? You're passing the time as the lonely city blooms, full of confetti and hopes and water balloons. You're passing the time as the lonely city burns. When will the ghosts believe in the humans they see? Why won't they just come around and around, in the whirling sound and the frightening gowns of the underworld? And, lights, at night, flicker between their flight. Why won't we leave them alone? Leave them alone. Alone, leave them alone. Alone, leave them alone. Alone, leave them alone. Alone, leave them alone. Alone, leave them alone.


HYMNS FROM SOME SMALL TOWN (2014)


OLD SODA SHOP

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Piano, Percussion

Jack Boyle: Vocals, Percussion

Pepe Parish: Vocals, Percussion

Do you remember? We used to hang at the old soda shop. Do you remember hanging at the old soda shop? I knew who you you were. You knew who I was, at the old soda shop. Do you remember hanging at the old soda shop?


COLD MORNING LIGHT

(Lee Boyle, Jack Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar

Jack Boyle: Percussion

Pepe Parish: Vocals, Bass Guitar

I saw a film; it was of Mom when she was young. She was with Dad and it looked like they had a good amount of fun. They were in Portland and I don't remember why. I sat down on the couched and watched and I began to cry. Do you remember? We used to hang in the cold morning light. I knew who you were. You knew who I was, in the cold morning light. I saw the big kids, throwing tennis balls at you. You were a student at one of the schools I happened to go to. We played the keyboard, making demo beats, all night. And, every note that we played wrong was played so right. Do you remember? We used to hang in the cold morning light. I knew who you were. You know who I was, in the cold morning light. Do you remember? We used to hang in the cold morning light. I knew who you were. You knew who I was, in the cold morning light.


ON A PAGE

(Lee Boyle)

​Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar

Jack Boyle: Vocals

Pepe Parish: Vocals

Now, you are somewhere, in some small town, up in the clouds, in some drawing where I drew things that looked like heaven, when I was seven. You're on a page. You're on a page. You're on a page. You're on a page. Now, you are somewhere, in some small town, up in the clouds, in some drawing where I drew things that looked like heaven, when I was seven. You're on a page. You're on a page. You're on a page. You're on a page.


HEY THERE

(Jack Boyle, Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar

Jack Boyle: Percussion

Pepe Parish: Vocals, Bass Guitar

Hey there, I love you. Don't you love me, too? I need you to love me, so I can be with you. Hey there, I need you to be there, by my side. And, hey there, I need you to be there when I cry. If you can be who I need you to be, then we can be you and me. Hey there, I need you to be there when I cry. And, hey there, I need you to be there when I die. If you can be who I need you to be, then we can be you and me. 


FAMOUS IN OUR MINDS

(Lee Boyle, Pepe Parish)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar

Jack Boyle: Bass Guitar

Pepe Parish: Percussion

I wanna be 14, again, emerge from blank houses. I want the teenage scene, again. Let's purge the banks and meds. I walk the nowhere neighborhoods, stone alleys over creeks. I walk alone, across the woods, candy on liquor streets. We are young, collar-less dogs. We are factory-less cogs. We are nameless and we're fine. We are famous in our minds. I'm gonna dig my pennies out. Blue sharks, green worms, we scrape. I'm gonna echo-tunnel shout. Through dark railroads, escape. Vibrating bridges rot, above. Traffic just rattles by. Elated students knot with love, the perfect small-town sky. We are young, collar-less dogs. We are factory-less cogs. We are nameless and we're fine. We are famous in our minds. 


HOW TO WIN

(Lee Boyle, Jack Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard​

Jack Boyle: Vocals, Percussion

Pepe Parish: Vocals, Bass Guitar

You don't know anything. I've said so many things. You're just scared. Your parents messed you up. You're parents dressed you up. You're just scared. You love traditional things which are trivial. You're just scared. You are not fond of me. You can't respond to me. You're just scared. You knew that I loved you, then. Now, I know how to win (how to win). You knew that I loved you, then. Now, I know how to win (how to win). You knew that I loved you, then. Now, I know how to win (how to win). You knew that I loved you, then. Now, I know how to win (how to win). You don't know anything. I've said so many things. You're just scared. We all like having sex; don't say it's incorrect. You're just scared. We all need attention. Please, don't be pretending. You're just scared. We all are deviant. Please, start believing it. You're just scared. You knew that I loved you, then. Now, I know how to win (how to win). You knew that I loved you, then. Now, I know how to win (how to win).


THESE DAYS

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar

Jack Boyle: Bass Guitar

Pepe Parish: Vocals, Percussion

Sam Goodwill: Percussion

​These days, I feel like you agree with me. We're exactly where we should be, both abstractly and physically. These days, I've been feeling so wild and free. I feel like we are just two trees in a meadow with birds and bees. These days, I'm beginning to understand the invisible wires at hand and the way that they make us stand. These days, I've been staring at you, in snow. I've been feeling more in the know. I've been missing you, when you go. 


ALL YOUR WORDS

(Pepe Parish, Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard

Jack Boyle: Vocals, Bass Guitar

​Pepe Parish: Percussion

This won't break our family up. This will make us stronger. Please, don't leave me here. Wrap me up in fear. You will make it through. We can talk it through. Lucky to have you, here, lucky to have you, near, all your words stick to me (all your words, all your words). All your words stick to me (all your words). You've been sad for a while, now. You've been dodging bullets. Let's go, walk outside. Get ready for a ride. The atmosphere will be made by you and me. In the open woods, let yourself feel good. All your words stick to me (all your words, all your words). All your words stick to me (all your words).


SEATTLE STARS

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar, Sampling

Jack Boyle: Bass Guitar

​Pepe Parish: Vocals, Percussion

If I see you in Seattle, and I see you again, and I've overcome the battle that I'm having within, and it's looking like my shadow is going to wear thin, up the creek without a paddle, and it's time to begin, I will have you in a jiffy, teach you 2-string guitar, when you're old enough, with ID, take you out to the bar. With my brothers and wife with me, we can play in the yard, and we don't have to pay anything just to look at the stars. We are young, collar-less dogs. We are factory-less cogs. We are nameless and we're fine. We are famous in our minds. All your words stick to me. 


HEY THERE LULLABY

(Lee Boyle, Jack Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard

Jack Boyle: Guitar

Pepe Parish: Bass Guitar

Hey there, I need to you to open up the door with magic. I see you, at the grocery store. Land on the green light, wave me, go-ahead. With magic, the stars bright, it's time to go to bed. And, if you could see what our lives grew to be, I think you would be proud of me.


COLD MORNING RAIN

(Jack Boyle, Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard

Jack Boyle: Guitar

Pepe Parish: Vocals, Bass Guitar

Cold rain, inside my shoes, cold rain, inside my heart, there's nothing I could do that wouldn't give you a start. Old toys out on the lawn, old toys in memories, I feel old age come on. Young boys, they laugh at me. And, I can't change your mind. And, I can't change your mind. Old flowers, inside a vase, in places, I'll never know, old love, inside my face, old love from long ago, old machines, inside the garage, they sometimes hypnotize me. I look at the photos, lost, in times from way before me. And, I can't change your mind. And, I can't change your mind.


VIRGINIA'S PLAYLIST (2017)


COLLEGE RADIO

​(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Piano

Jack Boyle: Harmonica, Keyboard

Pepe Parish: Bass Guitar

We're college radio, but no one plays us. We've never played a show where people paid us right. And, in our pinkie toe, we've got more talent than you could ever know. Your bass rig towers, high. Your bass rig towers, high; it rises to the sky; and can I ask you why? Your trendy, pseudo fad is void of meaning. Your poetry is bad. I'm intervening, here.


RADIO TO CASSETTE

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar, Percussion

Pepe Parish: Vocals, Bass Guitar

Sam Goodwill: Percussion

Karen Boyle: Vocals

We start in Portland, where I was born, then. We'll take a road trip, don't know where we're going. Radio, press record on the cassette. Radio, press record on the cassette. Radio, radio, press record on the cassette. We play the keyboard, whenever we're bored. We're playing ping-pong, music, all night long. Radio, press record on the cassette. Radio, press record on the cassette. Radio, radio, press record on the cassette.


THE WORLD SOUNDS LIKE POETRY

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Piano, Percussion

Jack Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard

Pepe Parish: Xylophone

Sam Goodwill: Percussion​

Jerry Remish: Vocals

Lately, I've been feeling like a failure to my friends and everyone, around. Lately, I've been acting so immature and my crying only brings you down. Lately, I've been thinking 'bout Kentucky, swept away by Louisville's big skies. Lately, I can't recognize you all. You're all grown up and, tell me, where am I? Pour out of the radio and slap me on the wrist. The world sounds like poetry, the world I have missed. All my proudest moments have been written on a plaque. The world sounds like poetry, but I'm too old to go back. Shake up the magnolia; break a branch; I tumble down. Shake up the magnolia; break a branch; I tumble down. Shake up the magnolia; break a branch; I tumble down. Shake up the magnolia; break a branch. Pour out of the radio and slap me on the wrist. The world sounds like poetry, the world I have missed. All my proudest moments have been written on a plaque. The world sounds like poetry, but I'm too old to go back. The world sounds like poetry, but I'm too old to go back. The world sounds like poetry, but I'm too old to go back.


BEING AND A BALL

(Lee Boyle, Jack Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar, Percussion, Sampling

Pepe Parish: Vocals, Bass Guitar

Sam Goodwill: Percussion

Dog OK: Keyboard

In the early evening, Steve was talking to me, cigarettes in the street, sandals hanging on feet. We were speaking our thoughts, thinking of Alan Watts, in some old parking lots, threw a ball that he caught. If I bounce this ball off the ground, will it come back to me? If I make you smile with my words, would you do that for me? You see, I feel like a fool when I dream in the lonely twilight. If I bounce this ball off the ground, will it come back alright? And, I can't fix anything. All I want to do is sing. I tell everyone, 'round here, and they laugh and call me queer. If I bounce this ball off the ground, will it come back to me? If I make you smile with my words, would you do that for me? You see, I feel like a fool when I dream in the lonely twilight. If I bounce this ball off the ground, will it come back alright?


KISS YOU UNTIL YOU BLEED

(Jack Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar

The Automatons: Keyboard, Percussion

SexyPigDivas: Keyboard

Erin Kane: Clarinet

It's too bad, we met at your graduation party, 'cause I'd sure like to go to school to look at you. I'd sure like to go to school to look at you. Golly, gee, babe, I think you are really swell, but I wanna kiss you until you bleed. I wanna kiss you until your lips fall off. Let's go sailing.


LONELY FOR YOU

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Piano

Floor Baba: Keyboard

Every day, I fall in love, more and more, and I can't hit the floor. I can feel the lump inside of my throat; it's making me choke. When I can I see you, again? I'll never live with this pain. I'll never live with this pain. I'm lonely for you. I can't help myself. I'm under a spell and I don't feel well, anymore, anymore. I'm lonely for you, for you, for you.


CRYING IN THE DARK

(Lee Boyle, Jack Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar, Percussion

Jack Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard, Harmonica

Joe D'Amato: Guitar

​Erin Kane: Clarinet

You and me, doing somersaults, dance on feet and we tumble and fall. Listen to John Oates and Daryl Hall; you be the cat; I'll be the dog. Crying in the dark, and I wish I was somebody else. Crying in the dark, and I wish I was somebody else. You and me, climbing on the roof, you are scared and I am aloof. You and me, climbing on the spruce, count the stars, try and touch the moon. Crying in the dark, and I wish I was somebody else. Crying in the dark, and I wish I was somebody else.


HARDWOOD SKY

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar, Percussion

Jack Boyle: Vocals

​Jonny Locomotive: Guitar, Cello

Emily Zinkin: Vocals

Ellen Frost: Vocals

When the moon is a cat's detached claw, lying, loose, on the floor, and the sky is made of hardwood, when the tune doesn't catch or latch on, we are dormant and bored, asking why we stay in this hood. When you're lighting a match and you're gone and the juice doesn't pour, and you'd fly away if you could, when your work is all patch with a saw and some glue and The Lord, and you start to pray Hollywood, don't, don't go. It might not show, but we need you here. You're a stone's throw. You might not know, but we need you here. As we snored, the cat purred, one last time, rolling off of the bed. We just thought she was so lazy. We ignored the facts, sure that she wouldn't be, wouldn't be dead. Man, we oughtta be so crazy. I assure you that her intentions were nothing but the best. Man, her eyes were just so hazy. She was sore and she hurt. It was time; she was going to rest. She vibrated and then was free. Don't, don't go. It might not show, but we need you here. You're a stone's throw. You might not even know, but we need you here.


LONESOME DOVE

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Piano

Jerry Remish: Vocals

Jack Boyle: Vocals

Steve Boyle: Vocals

Speak to me, my love. Don't leave me, standing here, like a lonesome dove, one black eye moist with fear. I recognize your taste. You're in a tender dream. Relating is a waste, hearing your dreadful scream. You're lonely, as an owl. I like your pointy ears. Speak to me, my love. Twice, through my eye, you peer. Like a dove, you coo. Don't leave me, hanging on. Don't leave me, hanging on. Don't leave me, hanging on. Don't leave me, hanging on.


GROW UP IN PORTLAND

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar, Keyboard

Pepe Parish: Bass Guitar

​Karen Boyle: Vocals

Driving in Seattle, in the early-morning night. I'm a little rattled as I stop, at the red light. It's important to go, down south, 'cause, in Portland, I'll find the house my parents lived in, hospital I was born in, I've got to go, get sworn in, find my way back to Portland. I gotta grow up. Crossing over bridges, busking on Alberta St, "Losing My Religion" playing as I sit and eat. This is more than I could expect. This is Portland, cause and effect. I see the buildings, things my dad must have learning, things that satisfy my yearning. This place gets my heart churning. I gotta grow up. 


LOOKING FOR WATTS

(Jack Boyle, Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar, Keyboard, Percussion

Sam Goodwill: Percussion

Wade Boyle: Vocals

On top of a roof, gazing at the sea, philosophical light shining onto me, packing our bags and hitting the road, searching for dreams inside a houseboat, Alan Watts' face is so close to home. Alan Watts' face is so close to home. Alan Watts' face is so close to home. Alan Watts' face is so close to home. Full of confetti and hopes, wanting somebody to tell him how to live, Dad was still just a young man, but truth is a difficult, difficult, difficult word. I'm on the beach with salt in my pores. White light is beating onto the shores, seagulls above and waves coming in. Cancer is beating under my skin. Thousands of light bulbs in the garage, maybe this Watts is just a mirage. Alan Watts' face is so close to home. Alan Watts' face is so close to home. Full of confetti and hopes, wanting somebody to tell him how to live, Dad was still just a young man, but truth is a difficult, difficult, difficult word (difficult, difficult word). Alan Watts' face is so close to home. Alan Watts' face is so close to home. Alan Watts' face is so close to home. Alan Watts' face is so close to home.


COLORS OF YOU

(Jack Boyle, Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Piano, Keyboard, Percussion

​Craig Beight: Vocals

I hate to admit this, Nora, but I've had broken spirits at both of my jobs. I'm beginning to think that my cousin was right when he said that life just gets harder. But, I like dancing to sad songs. Music, slow dance, all night long. You say you want so much more, but you're only saying that because you think that's supposed to be true. Wait, and you'll see the score, and you'll see the leaf tornadoes and the blues will take you all the way home. I hate to admit this, Nora, but I've had broken spirits since poetry died. I'm beginning to think that my cousin was right when he said that life is a liar. You say you want so much more, but you're only saying that because you think that's supposed to be true. Wait, and you'll see the score, and you'll see the leaf tornadoes and the blues will take you all the way home. Sometimes, I find that my own mind's eye flashes with red, white, and blue. But, try as I might, I can't decide for my dreams not to be of you. Splashing water, in the sun, in rivers, Washington, my lover, oh my god. Splashing water, Granite Falls, Andorra, Washington, my lover, I love her. I love her. I love her. No one can control all the colors of you. Deep, down in my soul, I flash with colors of you, you. Sometimes, I find that my own mind's eye flashes with colors of you. But, try as I might, I can't realize, every stream leads to the ocean, too. I love you. I love you. No one can control all the colors of you. Deep, down in my soul, I flash with colors of you, you.


BETTER MOOD TODAY

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Piano

Pepe Parish: Vocals

Joe D'Amato: Guitar

Let's play in the summertime. Let's play in the wintertime. Scout's honor, I can tell you I'm in a better mood, today, a better mood, today. From now on, I want all my meals to be burnt by campfire. From now on, I want all my peers to be in my empire. From now on, I want all my friends to be glad they have friends. From now on, I want my bad ideas to sound like good poems. Let's play in the summertime. Let's play in the wintertime. Scout's honor, I can tell you I'm in a better mood, today, a better mood, today.


LITTLE BROTHER

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar, Keyboard

Sam Goodwill: Percussion

Cathy Knowlden: Vocals

Dave Knowlden: Keyboard

Wade Boyle: Vocals

​Steve Boyle: Vocals

Why are you stuck, in this living room? Outside, it's getting bright. I hear the train tracks' boom. Love is new to my wild head. Doves fly through. The morning is bright red. She's in the hospital, somewhere, and you're on the floor, just lying there. He's in the hospital, holding her hand. You're gonna have a little brother in no time. She's in the hospital, somewhere, and you're on the floor, just lying there. He's in the hospital, holding her hand. You're gonna have a little brother in no time. 


SLEEPWALKING KID

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Percussion

Jack Boyle: Keyboard

Pepe Parish: Bass Guitar

Brandon Noel: Vocals

Once, I dreamt my father back to life. Sea green robes around him, he met me at my bus stop. He smiled, muttered something, and walked with me, up the street, to home, his eyes still sunk into black rings on his face from when he was sick. I once sleepwalked to that same bus stop, practicing for when he died. 


YOU'RE SICK

(Pepe Parish)

​Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar, Percussion

Pepe Parish: Vocals, Bass Guitar

Sam Goodwill: Percussion

Why can't you, for once, just tell me you're sick? Why couldn't you, for once, just tell me that you were sick? Why can't you, for once, just tell me you're sick? Just tell me you're sick. Just tell me you're sick. You broke my heart. Why can't you just say you were laughing at me? Why can't you just say you were laughing at me? Why can't you just say you were laughing at me? You were always angry and disgusted with me. You broke my heart. How you could you just say you were never happy? How could you just say you were never happy? How could you just say you were never happy? You were always angry and disgusted with me. You broke my heart. Why can't you, for once, just tell me you're sick?


A DREAM

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Piano

Brandon Hull: Vocals

And, when they first met each other, they talked. They went and danced at prom. They walked in her backyard, then her name was on his arm, on his arm. And, then, they were in love, one day. They fell, they fell into a dream. They fell into a dream they could always hold onto, a dream they weren't scared to pursue, a dream. I will always have you, you. And, when the memories flood back, I smile, when we were rained upon, when we woke up, at dawn, the pillow on Christmas, how you got picked up by the fuzz, the poems and the jokes, the music that I wrote, when you climbed into bed, how you get inside my head, the 10 days you weren't around, the escalator that you came down, the angel I have found. We fell into a dream we could always hold onto, a dream we weren't scared to pursue, a dream. I will always have you, you.


ME AND WALLY

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar

Ellen Frost: Vocals

Poison ivy, poison ivy, behind the house, don't follow me. Don't follow me, the crying sound. Diagnose, please. Diagnose, please; the hives break out. Now, let's go see. Now, let's go see the sky fall down. Me and Wally, me and Wally, in children's books, we were young, we. We were young, we were skilled, small crooks. Reality, reality and fiction hooked. On Halloween, on Halloween, we killed with looks. We went corning. We went corning; we threw at cars. In the morning, in the morning, our guilt was large. Then, the brakes screeched. Then, the brakes screeched. The door slammed, hard. They were chasing, they were chasing us through the yard.


WITCH HUNT

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar

Jack Boyle: Vocals

We went out, in a field, tonight, searching for witches in a broad moonlight, scraggly sticks, poking into our clothes, billows of smoke, coming out of our nose. I thought about cancer, then I felt sick. I thought of all the things that I missed, as a kid. I thought of my best friends; where are they, now? Working 'til they die, stuck, inside their house, what do we do? What do we do about that? We played a show, in a bar, tonight, brothers and friends, on a stage, in flight. We played a song and it made you cry. Why does everybody always have to die? I thought about cancer, then I felt sick. I thought of all the things that I missed, as a kid. I thought of my best friends; where are they, now? Working 'til they die, stuck, inside their house, what do we do? What do we do? What do we do? What do we do about that?


​SWEET POTATO

(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Piano

Pepe Parish: Vocals

Jim Martin: Guitar

Sam Goodwill: Guitar

Erin Kane: Clarinet

We went to the old-folks home. Grandma sat there, all alone. We didn't have too many words. We felt a little bit absurd. Sweet potato, take me away. Eat at the table. How was your day? I wish I could stay. Sweet potato, take me away. We talked about the president. We talked about places we went. We talked about when we were young. We talked and it was kind of fun. Sweet potato, take me away. Eat at the table. How was your day? I wish I could stay. Sweet potato, take me away.


POEM IDEA (2018)


20 YEARS FROM NOW

​(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar

When can we tell our friends? When will the charade end? When will we all stop acting so silly? When will it be, really? I wish you loved me more. I wish our love could soar. I wish we'd all stop playing by the rules. I wish we we'rent all fools. I'll give you all I have. I'll try to make you laugh. I'll give you everything inside my soul. I'll hold you when we're old. 20 years from now, we'll surprise all our friends. 20 years from now, we'll never hear the end. 20 years from now, yeah, everyone will find out. 20 years from now, we'll blow their freakin' minds. When can we tell our friends? When will the charade end? When will we all stop acting so silly? When will it be, really?


EAST PALESTINE

​(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Piano

East Palestine, a small town in Ohio, you know what I mean; you miss it, even if you go slow. East Palestine, some people say "stine," it's a little scene, but everything is fine, in a small town, in Ohio.


BLACK BELT IN CUDDLING

​(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar

Under the full moon, I'll make your swoon. I've got a black belt in cuddling. I'll be the big spoon. I sing out-of-tune. I've got a black belt in cuddling. I've got a pillow, waiting for you. I've got a sleeping bag made for two. You know the next move, so please follow through. And, I think you more than know what to do. I've got a black belt in cuddling. I've got a black belt in cuddling. I've got a black belt in cuddling.


POEM IDEA

​(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Piano

Poem idea, something about football fields in tiny, little towns, poem idea, something about how I feel whenever you're around, poem idea, something about summertime and how I feel you stare, poem idea, something about wintertime with you in the cold air, hey, what are you doing? What are you doing, tonight? Hey, what are doing? What are you doing, tonight? Poem idea, would it be a good idea to write about your lips? Poem idea, would I be the billionth man to write about a kiss? Poem idea, would it be so bad if I became predictable? Poem idea, would it make you love me, make me irresistible? Hey, what are you doing? What are you doing, tonight? Hey, what are you doing? What are you doing, tonight, poem idea?


ROAD TRIP

​(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar

I'm gonna drive, down to Sandusky, to the perfect skies and 11-foot-tall waves. I'm gonna drive, down to Kentucky, roasting hot dogs, in a cabin, far away. I'm gonna drive, right out, to Pittsburgh, eat my dinner off the top of the incline. I'm gonna drive out, to Vermont and take the mountains and the clouds into my mind. There's so many places to go. There's so many places to go-o-o. There's so many places to go. There's so many places to go-o-o. I'm gonna drive down, through Virginia, let the semis brush my car as I roll by. And, when I reach Tennessee, I'm gonna smell the trees and close my eyes. I'm gonna drive to New York City, finding romance in every nice restaurant. I'm gonna drive to Portland, Oregon, taking the clean air with me, anywhere I want. There's so many places to go. There's so many places to go-o-o. There's so many places to go. There's so many places to go-o-o.


YOUNGER​

​(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Piano

Lonely flagpoles are dinging, outside. Lonely flagpoles are dinging, outside. You are snoring, but my eyes are wide. I feel younger than when I was young. I feel younger than when I was young. Look out, world, here I come. Here I come. I feel a second chance come alive. I feel a second chance come alive. I am a bee, buzzing in the hive. I wish you could be in my arms, more. I wish you could be in my arms, more. I need you, here, more than ever before. 


MUSIC IN MY MIND

​(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar

I'll give you more, in one night, than you've had in your life. I wonder if you would like to be my second wife. When you talk about our future lives, it turns me on. I was sure that part of me was absolutely gone. And, I want you to be mine. You are entwined with the music in my mind. And, I want your breath in my ear, your scent to be here, on my fingers. Forever, you'll linger and be all over me. Just wait and see what this love is; nothing is above this. You and I are sharing journeys in our second youth. I know there's no need to worry, and that is the truth. I knew this was meant to be, when I was just a boy. Now, our only mission is to sink into this joy. And, I want you to be mine. You are entwined with the music in my mind. And, I want your breath in my ear, your scent to be here, on my fingers. Forever, you'll linger and be all over me. Just wait and see what this love is; nothing is above this.


JEREMY PUG

​(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Piano

He'll follow you when you go home from school. He'll follow you when you go back to school. He'll follow you around on the old train tracks. He'll follow you there and he'll follow you back. Jeremy, the lost pug, Jeremy Pug, Jeremy, the lost pug, Jeremy Pug, Jeremy the lost pug, Jeremy Pug, Jeremy the lost pug, Jeremy Pug, he'll follow you when you go home from work. He'll follow you when you go back to work. He'll follow you around, in the pouring rain. He'll give lots of kisses when you are in pain, Jeremy, the lost pug, Jeremy Pug, Jeremy, the lost pug, Jeremy Pug, Jeremy the lost pug, Jeremy Pug, Jeremy the lost pug, Jeremy Pug.


KITCHEN GHOST

​(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar

I was looking at the sky, and you're breath is in the clouds. And, my friends, they are so high, listening to music, loud. I can feel him in the kitchen. I can hear the pots and pans. And, you know I have been wishin' just to see you start to dance. Play my father's favorite songs on a heaven stereo. Feels so right, it can't be wrong, til it's time for him to go. I don't know if you can see him when he decides to visit us, but it's you that I can see him in. In your spirit I can trust. 


MINDY

​(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Piano

Mindy Boyle: Vocals

Mindy, can we go to cities where we search for soda, all day long, and you save the bottle? Mindy, can we live in a small flat? The English people call it that. We are so funny, now. Anyhow, we're in love, so, please, hold onto me, Mindy. Mindy, you are so strong. What's wrong with me, that I can't stay in a bad mood, when you bite my arm? Mindy, you are so wild and so free. We will be laughing in the rain, when we are oldies, now. Anyhow, we're in love, so, please, hold onto me, Mindy.


BREATH WITH ME

​​(Lee Boyle)

Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar

There's a spirit, at the top of the stairs, and I know it's not real, but I believe. I can hear it, and it's raising my hairs, and I realize it's nothing, and I'm relieved. I could fear it, but, then why should I care, when I realize my world is self-conceived? I could steer it or it just takes me there, and I realize I'm nothing, and I am free. And, I can breathe. And, I can breathe. Will you breathe with me? And, I can breathe. And, I can breathe. Will you breathe with me?​


MY OLD GODS (2021)


MY OLD GODS
(Jack Boyle)
Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar, Percussion
Jack Boyle: Vocals, Bass Guitar
My dog, back in the day, back when my brother used to say "Donuts go down like fishes inside of hippos," baby, oh, I miss my old gods. Oh, I miss my old dog. My dog, back in the day, back when I would always say "I'll love you always, and I'll never leave you, ever, baby, oh, I miss my old gods. Oh, I miss my old dog. My dog, back in the day, back when my mother used to say "You are my sunshine. Please, don't take my sunshine away," baby, oh, I miss my old gods. Oh, I miss my old dog. My dog, back in the day, back when your stepdad used to say "You gonna cry? I'll give you something to cry about," baby, oh, I miss my old gods. Oh, I miss my old dog. Oh, I miss my old gods. Oh, I miss my old dog.


TRADING COMPACT DISCS
(Lee Boyle)
Lee Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard
Jack Boyle: Bass Guitar
​Let's trade compact discs. I'll trade you Cypress Hill for Limp Bizkit; it's a deal; is it?​ Collective Soul for some Soul 4 Real or Blue Traveler's Four, I'll take a few more. Your compact discs all have scratches and scrawls, "chasing waterfalls," TLC, Fastball. I'll take some Tupac for some classic rock. What volume of Jock Jams is in your stock? Some Marcy Playground, System Of A Down, I'll take Insane Clown Posse and Zac Brown. Give me De La Soul, Foo Fighters, and Hole. And, give me some Soul Asylum, and Lit, and Missy's "Work It." I want all the hits and deep tracks, 'cause it's, it's fun to trade CDs with you. Oh, it's fun to trade CDs with you. Oh, I have a few CDs for you.


POETRY AND VODKA
(Lee Boyle)
Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar, Percussion
Jack Boyle: Vocals, Bass Guitar 
I notice you, every day, looking at my hair and noticing the greys. Yeah, I grow them all for you. I can piss you off in ways that I never thought you ever would be phased; yeah, I kind of like it, too. Poetry, vodka, and some Keeping Up With The Kardashians is what we need, is what we need. You frustrate me, every day. Girls, sometimes, just need chased, that’s what they say; but, I go so wild for you. You give me those puppy eyes. And, suddenly, I am able to realize that you’re crazy for me, too. Poetry, vodka, and some Keeping Up With The Kardashians is what we need, is what we need.  Poetry, vodka, and some Keeping Up With The Kardashians is what we need, is what we need.


THE REAL CINCINNATI 
(Lee Boyle)
Lee Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard, Percussion
Pepe Parish: Bass Guitar
Is this the real thing, when we are en route? Is this just Cincinnati? Can you hear me sing these sad songs about how you are looking at me? Making wild jokes at a blue motel, and arguing and kissing, is this the real thing? You’re dressed as my best friend. Is this what we’ve been missing? Let’s get chili. Let’s get fries, Cincinnati, Cincinnati, the real Cincinnati, Cincinnati, Cincinnati, the real Cincinnati.


DUPLICATE ME
(Jack Boyle)
Jack Boyle: Vocals, Guitar
Lee Boyle: Keyboard
No one is saying that anyone could ever be like you. But, if we're playing a game where there could be more than one of you, I don't know if I could help myself from making 100 more of you. Duplicate me, oh. Duplicate me. Duplicate me, oh. Duplicate me. Duplicate me. Duplicate me, oh.


HAUNTED UNTIL THE VERY END (2021)


COME HAUNT ME
(Jack Boyle)
Jack Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard, Percussion
I knew, it was you, it was you, coming through the TV screen. Where you are is a faraway star. You’re a light particle in a laser beam. I don’t know if you are a ghost, a god, a spirit, or electricity. I pray your soul to rest in peace. Please, be kind when you come haunt me. Please, haunt my dreams. Come haunt me. Please, be my ghost. Be my ghost. Be my ghost. Won’t you, please, be my ghost. Be my ghost. Please, haunt my dreams. Come haunt me. Please, be my ghost.


HAUNTED UNTIL THE VERY END
(Jack Boyle, Lee Boyle)
Lee Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard, Percussion
Pepe Parish: Bass Guitar
If I built a time machine, would I go and see what it all means? Would I know reality from dreams? Would I grow, or would I run and scream? The ghosts that haunt us really want us to be better than them. The ghosts that haunt us really haunt us. We’re haunted until the very end. Are the spirits coming in? Is it them, and where the hell have they been? Is God an alien, in a UFO heaven? Have I sinned, or am I born again? The ghosts that haunt us really want us to be better than them. The ghosts that haunt us really haunt us. We’re haunted until the very end. 

IT WENT LIKE THIS
(Lee Boyle)
Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar, Percussion
Pepe Parish: Vocals, Bass Guitar
I saw you at at the ice rink, on my old camcorder; it's all out of order. I saw you at a state park. You had some headphones on. You were singing a song. And, I can't recall it all, but it went like this. I've seen you at roller rinks. I think you wanted me. I think you wanted me. I've seen you in picture shows. I think you wanted me. I think you wanted me. And, I can't recall it all, but it went like this.


CALL ME ANYTIME
(Lee Boyle)
Lee Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard, Percussion
Pepe Parish: Vocals, Bass Guitar
​Will you be the one to save me? Will you be the one that gave me courage to turn around and make me save you from the world and stuff? And, I can call your bluff, and you can call me anytime. Will you be the one to one to scold me? Will you be the one to hold me, when I’m drunk? Do you remember when you told me that you were my best friend until the very end? And, you can call me anytime. Let’s go. Let’s hit the road. Let’s listen to The Beach Boys and feel some real joy. Miss me when I’m away. Is this freedom? Are you okay? Come with me and let’s have a day that’s void of guilt. And, you can call me anytime. Will you be the one to fetch me? Will you be the one to catch me when I fall? Will you be the one to test me and make sure I don’t fail and I don’t go to jail? And, you’re never not there for me. I thought I’d never have what we’ve got. And, I love you a lot. And, you can call me anytime. 

HAPPINESS IS MY FAVORITE THING
(Lee Boyle)
Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar, Percussion
Pepe Parish: Vocals, Bass Guitar
Today, something snuck up on me. I felt so very lucky because it made me happy. I’m not sure what it really was, but I’m holding tight because I now am very happy. Yes, happiness is my favorite thing to feel. It must have been when you smiled at me. Maybe, it could be that we made it through some bad stuff. I would always like to be happy, but it sometimes can’t last. We hopefully get enough. Yes, happiness is my favorite thing to feel. Yes, happiness is my favorite thing, yes, happiness is my favorite thing, yes, happiness is my favorite thing, yes, happiness is my favorite thing to feel.

I'LL SAY IT FOR YOU
(Lee Boyle)
Lee Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard, Percussion
Jack Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard, Bass
Bucking against me, in the cold morning, you are immensely warm and adorning. Your small tongue, the fluidity of your kiss, crater-lake pupils, your forehead sweating, I'm holding you close, and we are getting excited. You're timid with what you can't say. I'll say it for you. I'll say it for you. I'll say it for you. I'll say it for you. The ecstasy of pining over the unconquered pales in contrast to the finish line and continuing further. You and I would have forever wondered. You and I could have lightning and thunder. It's raining inside both of our hearts. It's raining inside both of our hearts. I'll say it for you. I'll say it for you. I'll say it for you. I'll say it for you: You love me.

SAME KEY
(Lee Boyle)
Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar, Percussion
Pepe Parish: Bass Guitar
Every time you go away, I get scared, even though I know, wherever you go, I'm there. And, when I try to sit you down, and try to tell you I care, it always turns into a speech about how life's not fair. Tiny vodkas on a plane, reality's our show. Don't even try to harmonize. Just sing the same key with me. And, please, put up with me. At least, look up at me, when you're down. And, then, I'll fall. And, you come around. And, then, you'll fall. And, I'll come around. If I could stop writing sad songs, I would. I would just grow up and be happy; it would be so good. When I'm feeling like a stranger in my own neighborhood, I don't know. Scanning pastures for the goats, we pass my dad's old school. Don't even try to harmonize. Just sing in the same key as me. And, please, put up with me. At least, look up at me, when you're down. And, then I'll fall. And, you'll come around. And, then you'll fall, when I'm down. And, then I'll fall. And, you'll come around. And, then, I'll fall. And, I'll come around.

HALLOWEEN BEGINS
(Lee Boyle)
Lee Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard, Bass Guitar, Percussion
Fireworks reignite campfires in my terrestrial heart. Aliens reunite empires under ghosts of abstract art. Halloween begins on haunted planets in the spiritual galaxy. And, you should be afraid that you’d never see us again. Trick-or-treats shatter on sidewalks in my terrestrial dreams. Cigarettes scatter on old rocks under those UFO beams. Halloween begins on haunted planets in the spiritual galaxy. And, you should be afraid that you’d never see us again.

YOU’RE REAL
(Lee Boyle)
Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar, Percussion
Jack Boyle: Vocals, Bass Guitar, Keyboard
Oceans by day, postcards at night, in hospitals, no one feels right. At the counter, exclaim to me, wireless router by the TV. I’m here to make you feel real. You’re real. You’re real. You’re real; I promise you. You’re real. Your eyes wander around the world and you wonder if you should curl up and just die. You are the champ. I wouldn’t lie. Turn on the lamp. I’m here to make you feel real. You’re real. You’re real. You’re real; I promise you. You’re real

BUSY IN THE KITCHEN
(Lee Boyle)
Lee Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard
Jack Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard, Bass
A new Christmas Tree, an old apartment, having a party, people came and went. Record player's broke, Grandma's quilt's okay. I'm happy with you, on this holiday. One of my favorite things to do is having people over, including you. Please, don't think I don't love you, if I'm busy in the kitchen. In Los Angeles, or in Brooklyn, now, I can't stand to live anywhere without you in my same space. I think you are the best. Let's open up a case and make this into our nest. One of my favorite things to do is having people over, including you. Please, don't think I don't love you, if I'm busy in the kitchen. Please, don't think I don't love you, if I'm busy in the kitchen. Life is bitchin.'

MY OLD GODS
(Jack Boyle)
Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar, Percussion
Jack Boyle: Vocals, Bass Guitar
My dog, back in the day, back when my brother used to say "Donuts go down like fishes inside of hippos," baby, oh, I miss my old gods. Oh, I miss my old dog. My dog, back in the day, back when I would always say "I'll love you always, and I'll never leave you, ever, baby, oh, I miss my old gods. Oh, I miss my old dog. My dog, back in the day, back when my mother used to say "You are my sunshine. Please, don't take my sunshine away," baby, oh, I miss my old gods. Oh, I miss my old dog. My dog, back in the day, back when your stepdad used to say "You gonna cry? I'll give you something to cry about," baby, oh, I miss my old gods. Oh, I miss my old dog. Oh, I miss my old gods. Oh, I miss my old dog.

WATCH OUR SOULS
(Lee Boyle)
Lee Boyle: Vocals, Keyboard, Percussion
Jack Boyle: Vocals, Bass Guitar
What you’re feeling is a nightmare. What you’re feeling has no roots. What you’re feeling has no right to be there, standing in the doorway with your boots. What you’re saying doesn’t make sense. What you’re saying doesn’t count. What you’re saying is that no one ever loved you or needed you, in this town. Come home. Watch our souls. Watch our souls move through power lines, all the time, ‘cause I know we’re just energy, put together in a way that fits.

I OWN EVERYTHING
(Lee Boyle)
Lee Boyle: Vocals, Guitar
Jack Boyle: Vocals, Bass Guitar
I own the sun. I own the moon. I own the stars and trees and galaxies and everything comes back to me and, now, I am in tune. I own my life. I own my death. I own that everything’s an accident and every single small event is in between my breaths. I own a bike. I own a car. I own some things that, if you take from me, you will agree, I won’t get very far. But, I’m okay. You can throw me out, on the street. Take what little that I have, until I can’t even eat. ‘Cause life is just a short, small dream, I don’t care if I wake up fast. ‘Cause I own everything I see until I am free at last.

HOLY ALIEN
(Jack Boyle)
Are the spirits coming in? Is it them, and where the hell have they been, flying through power lines or UFO Heaven? The father, the son, and the holy alien, the ghosts who love us float above us. God is an alien. The ghosts who want us always haunt us until the very end.