Studio B Sessions EP - Vol 1

by John Ireland

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1.
03:08
Can you hear them siren songs? It’ll make you crazy ‘fore too long Make sure there are solid battle lines Or you might not come out of this alive Can you hear them creatures’ sing? Voices smooth as silk and sheen Sad songs of bittersweet melodies While they touch your heart and sweep you off your feet They are beautifully enchanting (and) can captivate the throngs They won’t waste another breath before it’s sung them siren songs Met a girl from Fredericksburg Who played guitar and sang her words She could kill you with a look From the stage she planned and schemed and carved her hooks She was married far too early And won’t will them off at bay She could sleep with every guy she tranquilized by her Siren songs I’m not waiting for a sign To windup in your cross-hair lines Are you a new age femme fatale? In your “meadow starred with flowers” and sunken sails You were minions for a maiden And were given wings of gold You won’t waste another day before you’ll know You are beautifully enchanting And are truthful more than wrong You won’t waste another breath before you’ve sung Your siren song
2.
04:10
I’m the loneliest guy on the weekends I never learned to relax The happy couples would make it look easy I’m always feeling word- trapped I sit at home all alone and I’m reelin’ Why do I never have plans? ‘Cause I’m the loneliest guy on the weekend Will always be stag? Another weekend gone bad I wonder if I’m trite and obnoxious With the ladies I meet Do I argue too much or say the wrong things Instead of just agreeing? I set my sights on out-of-my league maidens I'm running when I can’t even walk Just bitter and angry at the world in general Do you suppose it's my curse? Will I ever be heard? I drink too much, alone on the weekends To chase my demons away But I’m the loneliest guy on the weekend And in my home’s where I’ll stay Just venting while I self-deprecate Be single when there’s no one to blame I’ve got nothing more to say
3.
Found the nerve to sing my songs at a local open mic I’ll get some inspiration and to play and drink a pint The signup sheet filled up quick so I penned the dotted line “You’ll do fine, you’ll do fine, you’ll do fine” Crowd was intoxicated and smoke was in the air We all get fifteen minutes anymore it won’t be fair The players sang two songs and then again to fill their set “You’re up next, do your best and break a leg” Chorus You can’t hear yourself above the din The monitors’ sound like shit The feedback from the mains is kinda lame Enjoy your fifteen minutes of fame Check that I’m in tune and do my “do-re-me’s” outside Calm my trepid heart and quell my pre-show butterflies I only have three tries to prove that I am bona fide Hope it works ‘cause the stage just feels right Chorus I can’t hear myself above the din The youthful celebrate old sins I’ll party with new strangers I call friends Dedicate my fifteen minutes to them Some of us will get a chance to prove that we can shine With a guitar and a melody and a song you wrote last night They’re not handing out graduation papers for creativity Not by them; not for you; not for me Chorus You got fifteen minutes and what it takes make a stand; state a case Stamp down their cold impressions to the floor But you need fifteen minutes more But you need fifteen minutes more All you need fifteen minutes more
4.
Singing in the dark Friday night on my own Electricity’s off From the evil Derecho show My doggy's afraid And chases the flashlight rays Only your voice through the phone Can keep me un-alone Trying to kill time Seems it’s all we’ve got So I’ll sing you a song And tell you I just made it up While I play my guitar And sing across town cell towers Connections breaks down And we don’t know for how long Chorus I don’t wanna hang up I just want to get back to our conversation Will you still be there for me when I’m singing the dark? Trying to fall asleep The room is pitch black dark ‘cept the dance of the flame from the candle sketches shadows above it’s stifling hot and I tussle and toss about Tomorrow comes slow Then everyone will know Chorus I really want this to end I just wanna get back to the life that we had Where I’m not wondering if I’ll be Singing in the dark
5.
Sitting on my stoop on a warm early evening With no cares or worries on my mind Didn’t care for mosquitoes or the hot wet sweat It’s what you get with the summertime Was thinking ‘bout tomorrow, the drain and the weather While today became yesterday The fire in your eyes formed a perfect mirror Of these hot and lazy summer days And I long for November The colored leaves on the ground But these days will be over When they’re gone then you’ll want them around My lady was slaving a sure fire bet And took the level to another shade She was fanning the flames higher, her air would never change These long hot lazy summer days I used to think that I was intangible Just skipping stones on a dry river bed It took me several years just to figure it out My heart was empty for something you couldn’t give And I long for November The frosting on the window panes These days will get shorter And distance helps the memories fade Sitting on my stoop on a cold autumn evening I’m feeling like I’ve been betrayed I think of how I bitched, how I pined, now I miss Those long hot lazy summer days And I wish for the summer Where you and I’ve seen better days But those times have been over They’re gone and they can’t be replaced How I long for the hot summer days

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released February 25, 2014

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