The Paper Sound

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02:39
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Alan Brown – bass
Phil Kinney – vocals, guitar
Nathan Sjogren – drums
Josh Wheeler - guitar

Additional musicians:
Ben West – keys, synths

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released March 1, 2005

Words and music by Phil Kinney
Except tracks 5 & 9 by Phil Kinney and Jason Hammond
Arranged by The Paper Sound

Recorded 12/2004 (tracks 1,2,3,9,10) and 3/2005 (tracks 4,5,6,7,8)
Engineered, mixed and mastered by Josh Wheeler at Fitter, Happier Studios. Trenton, MI

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The Paper Sound Detroit, Michigan

Indie guitar rock is dead. Long live indie guitar rock.

The Paper Sound hail from the outskirts of Metro Detroit, playing a brand of guitar-driven indie rock reminiscent of Pedro the Lion or The Weakerthans, with touches of Americana via Neil Young/Richard Buckner, and Nada Surf/Built to Spill power pop. ... more

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Track Name: Raise a Glass
so this is the end of a life it's louder than expected and the air is filled with far more that is far less than what you'd think here we pause for a drink

what is holding you up here where words are just words and the wind blows you toward the road that is yours where you'll walk alone now and you'll be stronger somehow because you have to be

hollow eyes match your laugh so lets raise one more glass till these words find meaning as proof of life

what is holding you up here where words are just words and the wind blows as we fill the air with verbose covered fears

gone for good fend for yourself now it's understood you'll make it somehow
Track Name: Torrent
i won't let this go long or tie tongue in monologue my foot is firmly placed on the steps that lead from this place yes things could have been different they still could be but any change will have to take place without me

you can't see where i've gone know that i'm standing on

my breath's been weak and shallow from lungs silent and hollow but this small breath i have left it may yet fuel a victor i've legs on which to stand i'll take it like a man

when the alternative is to stay here and suffer

you can't see where i've gone know that i'm standing on something strong

i've said it before and accomplished naught yes, i've been rich in thought with little to show but now the arrow's left the quiver and rests against the bow

torrent, current, calm i know i'm where i belong
Track Name: Dirt and Blood
cigarettes smoke on

round the corner from the alley

where we mix dirt with blood

to purify our city

all i ever wanted was a little piece of ground

to get my head above the water, somewhere safe and sound

they don’t look so malicious, but it comes out by and by

blow through town like they’re some kind of savior

and they’ll sell it if you’ll buy

they all seem so unique

the moment when you meet

before they get their start

and sink their hooks into your heart

but i never wanted to live like this

so we all walk around

and cast our tall dark shadows on the ground

where we live to get by

but i never wanted to live like this
Track Name: Water
strike me and paint me a pale shade of blue

hope me and wish me, i might come true

but it’s more likely that you’ll cage me

to finger scars through the bars that protect you

i saw the bullet exit the gun

i raised the hand that set the sun

now i walk but the road gets longer

with the growing burden of what i’ve done

there are things within my past

refuse and broken glass

bleeding hands labor at the task

as heals gently lift from brown trampled grass

i might have tasted some of the best

tipped back that bottle, drank to the dregs

the only thing that was hard to swallow

was the bitter empty after flow

there are things within my past

refuse and broken glass

bleeding hands labor at the task

as heals gently lift from brown trampled grass

someone give me water from another fount

something with the power to cleanse my mouth

i’ll drink the water. i’ll drink the water.
Track Name: Fall
this fall can take any form, any form you choose

a view that whirling around or rushing down

grainy specks exit from the corner of eye

what colors would you like to paint your suicide

blue deceives, holds til you touch it

fast or slow you fill the hole

red won’t wait, always paints the town

makes a mess then time forgets

this fall can take any form, any form you choose

and you pick your music, laden with accents

a verse and chorus, just no refrain

and the audience, unaware of influence

this time they can’t deny

this fall can take any form, any form you choose

it’s hard to say how long a thought takes

but i thought about what you said

i thought about what you did

i thought about how you were the one i needed to forgive

this fall can take any form you choose
Track Name: Airtight
eyes open wide, breathe this smoke into my soul

maintain some semblance of calm and cool

but there’s no control for my sweaty palms

the quiver in my heart that speaks of shame to come

here nothing can be sterile

not even i am airtight

i stumble over, i stumble on

i wrestle with contamination

yet avoid the light and fear the dawn

he knows my strategy and can expose my pawns

here nothing can be sterile

not even i am airtight

i know someday will come the dawn

i pray that the blade

will strike fast and cut deep

and out the bloody poison seep
Track Name: The Top
look to the west and do your best to swallow reality whole

cause that sun set just for the regret

of lighting your face with its glow

chase success, reach the top stair

find confidence to despair

we stand up tall for nothing at all

and it looks good for the show

insignificant, small, on the homestretch we crawl

on all fours to get home

but chase success, reach the top stair

find confidence to despair

i need something, someone to pull me up

to tread this god-forsaken path is not enough
Track Name: The Man Who Accomplished Nothing
he was the man who accomplished nothing
and every day at an infinite pace
he would walk in place
he would awake each morning
to go to the place
and do the things that never get done
and every evening he would come home
to lift and set and begin to talk
and walk in place some more
there were people he loved
but they mostly went unseen
and others he wanted to love
but could not as it would seem
at night he would dream
of music and streams
and dirt that clung to clothes
then he'd wake feeling
his life was stealing away
in a cadence of stonethrows