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Milkbread

by Milkbread

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1.
This Is 02:53
This is a brand new sound tonight Hold my hand baby, it’ll be alright Don’t worry about packing, we travel light, we’re Going downtown going to bring the fight, back to the Place where it all began when I could Crawl but I couldn’t stand, I was just a Kid who was hooked on rock and roll, put on Elvis or Cash I’d loose control, but that was Then and this is now, I’m packing on the Stage trying to make you proud, but I’m just One man with a killer band, we got songs of truth Falling out of our hands, so we Promise that we will never retire Creating words and lyrics meant to inspire, because The time is now and the need is dire To move the herds away from the fire so Chorus: I don’t know how it got this way But this is how it stays Doesn’t matter what you say This is our day This is how we modify the game Rearrange the face but keep the name The popculture of shame is in need of an overhaul Original music is now waiting for the last call Down at the dance hall, standing proud and tall Photos of culprits hang on the wall Those who took this beauty and bled It’s soul to the floor until we’re standing in red What about acoustic seduction We’ve bled it all out and made it mean nothing No need for talent, the love, or the drive Just can’t have them working no 9 to 5, so Excuse me if I critcize, These people’s lives,
But their messages are lies Take the glasses off your eyes Realize the truth and vocalize Chorus This is how the world is gonna change, This is the way we turn normal strange This is to join what’s right and just This is how we go from life to dust This is for the search for something more This is looking to the future at what’s in store This is the wall that will not break, This is everything that you and I hate, This is the feeling of that one long kiss This is for the good times that you miss This is the look on your lover’s face This is the warmth in the human embrace This is to give hope a little more time This is how to change the world through rhyme This is not the end you’ll find This is how we begin the line Chorus This is my dream, this is my life This is my world, this is my strife This is my day, this is my start This is my time, this is my heart This is my chance, this is my song, This is my right, this is my wrong, The righteous path for those who choose it, This is peace, love, music
2.
Virus of the land, fire in our hands Burning all we can in the name of man No plan to put out the flame As ashes cover our heads as they're hung in shame Plausible denial, no hope for a trial While the so called first world continues to defile Our home, filing their stomachs with all we need Consume too much spill bile on the seed But still somehow they continue to grow Defiant against the chemicals we continue to throw At our oceans, our food, our plants, our mood, Make up your mind, is it them or I Are we that self involved, that utterly clueless As to not see that our actions are fruitless We will kill this planet in time And be foolish enough to act surprised Chorus: No future at all There they go again, same words as before Cleaning up the streets walk around going door to door Please sign the line put your word on the form and Advocate to separate the wealthy from the poor Need you read more, did the words sound clear Or did they burn a little bit when they entered your ear No human is above another, be it child or mother, Commander in chief or awestruck follower Political science but keep fighting the lions, someday you may triumph over the opposition trying to best and break you, rumble and shake you, whip and tame you, belittle and shame you, choose the new movement conclusion is useless unless  We start pushing back and stop beating our chest Our home is a mess, expect nothing less We're the cause of these broken shells in the nest The whole worlds in trouble, knee deep in struggle Wading through the crowd putting back the puzzle Level with me is there a chance we could see a better-defined guideline written on a sign that says love your neighbors, correct yourself, respect the planet that we have before there's no food on our shelves Ourselves broken to the youth we lie look in their eyes, see the tears they cry, that there's Chorus
3.
My head against the window pane Watch the sky and the falling rain I can’t stop thinking of you I watched you walk towards the plane that day My body couldn’t move so I couldn’t say The words that would get you to stay here with me I know you got to go And though I smile for you, you have to know I keep waiting for sunny days, and they don’t come to me Chorus: Stormy weather’s got me thinking of better times when we’re together there won’t be no rain I know you’ve got to go to school And I’ve tried hard to keep my cool But baby, this long distance is killing me I have so much love in my heart for you I would do anything to prove it to The girl in my world who means everything Just say those words and I’ll be there To run my fingers through your long blonde hair I’ll break through these clouds, and I’ll be on my way Chorus So baby give me some time with this beat and this line A pencil, pad of paper, and the gift of the rhyme and I will sing you my love, seal this letter with a kiss Send my heart through the mail to the lady I miss, that’s you A sonnet to personify the softness seen in your eyes That can tear a whole in my disguise, the shell of a man but a poet inside A man who can’t stand, one with no plan unless You’re in his arms laying waste to his charms A thousand mile rift has torn us apart, my Heart is so shattered I don’t know where to start I guess I’ll keep my eyes just fixed on the road Until I see you baby walking home Chorus
4.
Don’t swallow what they feed you or march where they lead you Total control in the form of a handout, that they Gave from a hand that promises it’ll save you It takes from you, but never breaks bread with you It hides behind a glass eye flying high in the sky looking down at you and I working hard petrified to defy it’s long reach, and if they see us speak out, turn victims into foes and lash out Silence is worth every penny when it’s crusted in gold These liberties are property that are meant to be sold To men with dried blood under their nails, but no dirt to be found on their golden hands Chorus: Put an end to their plan Don’t fall to their demands Smack away the black tie man And bite the feeding hand politicians fill the suits and the suits fill the needs Of those who bark at the top but they refuse to bleed but you’ll never be free if you follow your greed you see green yes indeed but once the thought’s planted it’s seed You’ll fight to get it out, but the call you heed You scratch out of lock as they try to block You from climbing to the top to guarantee That you want to be free but you still want to believe There’s no better way to get your money spent then to trust the government, with a blank check hell bent to destroy the economy Like a six year old boy with a china made toy You better watch their ploy Chorus information that our nation provides to the educated through hard facts and wisdom, thoughts not controlled, assimilated into our collectivist thought to tame the art, but at the same time stab the heart The attack is like a blast from the past where in full color vision Shows a world where peace pigeons carry messages of War and hate with them across enemy lines As smoke from the fires shades the tears in their eyes and I bide my time in this line while you Try to take yours and try to take mine And these foolish fights they start all over again it’s a sin that this is how its begins, just a thought Chorus The new age patriot is one Who questions the food on his plate
5.
Sweet Ride 03:12
You’re going 55 inside my mind, I try watch you roll by You looking too damn good and that car you drive is looking mighty fine Your eyes are shining, they’re looking at me saying “Come on over baby I think I like what I see” but you better Save up your money because there’s going to be a day coming on Where you’ve spent it all and the list of bills is getting long You got five credit cards to your name but that’s ok with me baby Just as long as men and money keep on coming your way Chorus: You got a sweet ride That girl she was looking fine You got a sweet ride Want to keep it better pay on time As your time wanes, your mind strains On how to keep this love affair alive Your secret is out, everybody knows all about Your dreams of keeping this car are in doubt Put the pedal to the floor, because they’re coming your way The repo man’s knocking, going to take your wheels away Open lanes ahead you can drive until dawn Still low on cash, but that car you’ll never pawn Chorus: You got a sweet ride These troubles are getting hard to define You got a sweet ride Money’s running out just as fast as your time You got a sweet ride That girl she was looking so so fine You got a sweet ride Want to keep it better pay on time You got a sweet ride That car is the finest that you ever will find You got a sweet ride Rode it all the way to the end of the line
6.
Frame 05:34
I flew too close to sun again, my wings burnt up Fell to the ground, straight through the rabbit hole tumbling Lower and lower until the darkness thickened in Eyes find a dim light turns out that its hopeless My reflection tells me that I’m just another problem, Let go of the fright better level with the program It’s easy to be free when we tell you what you need, just Sit back, take in the air, let your thoughts recede Your dreams atrophy but naturally you have to See you’re a casualty to the ways and Means you say they’re after me but you lack the Faculty to halt the catastrophe You’re just another body that can push dirt, make wages Fax a form, synergize, motivate, take up space A waste of skin and time, I’ll be an oversized paperweight Unless I relax my mind and let them give a new fate Chorus: Breath it in, get it under your skin Try not to feel bitter Breath it in, get it under your skin Now don’t you feel better Stay inside your frame, don’t ever change Hide that shamed face of yours and act your age Stay inside your box, don’t mess with the locks Obey the orders from the top when they tell you to stop You hope your daddy's home but you hear no baritone saying You're not alone scared running trip over the Microphone but no matter where you roam you’re Surrounded by the walls of your own green zone Shine a light on purpose, bring it to the surface, Destiny forms a worried mind you feel you don’t deserve this Merciless, Father offers you a stretched out hand Ask him can you tell how to be my own man, Make my own plans, screen my own scenes, buy my own things, Try to glide steady while I fly with my own wings Help me shut my eyes to the world so I can’t see My face in the mirror and I cant breath Peering out the top of the walls can be dangerous Don’t you realize you’re a slave to the stages? Surrounded by a lack of control that is ageless, faceless Cage your thoughts so you can say you’re blameless Chorus: I have no way to escape my frame
7.
In His Image 06:12
I can’t write this life because before you tonight inspire me to write this passage and put phrase to page, choose carefully what i say in that it defines the way in this war i shall wage, but I can’t make sense of the ups or the downs and though it May be greener on the other side, who said grass grows all around Bring life in the form of sound, waste no time becoming loud As you voice your discontent, I can feel my heart pounding Undefined timeline theres no contract to sign just waiting for you and I to align in the right frame of mind but Until then ill just wager my thoughts, raise you insight And if the river should show us kings, I've played my cards right I hope that you feel my words as I consult these proverbs Guides to endless night fighting for the hope of savior's lighting We begin and end but never lend ourselves The right of trickery to humble our own immortality Chorus: The flash blinds, sight inept for real time No words I can define, did I meet the deadline? Search for a notion to call my own and skin so rough to hold these bones The seeds I've sown have all now grown and stand so high above this drone And in His shadow I trace the lines, but in His image I'll thrive Its his image his likeness, that comes to define us; His grip, His love, His hold, As we try to break from the base of that mold, overbearing Sense of infallibility makes us bold, it spurns Hate for tensions and fears and time spent losing years While clocks tick closer to conclusion, release your tears Clasp your hands for understanding hopelessly demanding An explanation of truth revealing life everlasting But don’t let go, sure time is quick but You were too eager to throw it all away Before I could sing songs of triumph to try calm your mind You decide to dodge the punch and change the design, now it's Seven guys’ rhythms and lines, sins and lies, we live and Die but when it's time to leave our bodies we somehow find The majesty of forgiveness, warm embracing comfort in Knowing that through our trials we have earned this final slumber Chorus: Is it hard to believe, that its all preconceived that we all just come to the line to receive this hand out A gift beyond compare, our first breathe of air, We become destined to grip tightly and releasing never dare But don't let go because it's too difficult to own the knowledge Of futility we consider a foe, promise to live, try, cherish, grow bold, own your beliefs leap but know I'll still be holding on to you from below
8.
December (free) 04:40
Wake up to the distress of my shoes Got to live a fast life to the tone of a mellow blues The world is waiting, its hiding out there
Beneath a white blanket that mother nature laid there Catch a smile in the mirror and I’m on way But its all been the same since I passed away Got these things that wont ever last Everything I want in this world is still made of cash I’m as crazy you see as an introverted retrospective And I can’t help that you don't respect this I’ve got a stiff upper lip and a chip on my shoulder Every year growing bolder I’m just growing older This right here this used to be a coffee shop I met you miss between bliss and the beauty of how you talk, But the game changed the dame poured water on the flames, Your silhouette’s now leaving Its always cold, it’s colder in December So much colder, colder than I remember These days start to get old The world's a whole lot colder than I remember Feels just like we're living in December These days start to get old Lost my train thought, lost my insight Lost my subtlety here glowing in the sunlight Lost respect, lost myself in my dreams Behind a vacant wall of wails and screams Lost the words but its all same Guess my money was on the mind cause sex is on the brain But that wasn't about you I swear, my eyes latched on To what was there and I couldn't help but stare I lost you to the wind one day, Looked up from my plate to see you walking away Fake smile on your face increase your pace Leave me this place, bad memories and the bill to pay But the eggs were cold and the coffee too I guess that means I won’t be seeing you And to this miss you must remember Its always colder in the heart of December Its always cold, it’s colder in December So much colder, colder than I remember These days start to get old The world's a whole lot colder than I remember Feels just like we're living in December These days start to get old
9.
Here I am slow driving in the fast lane Black sky, driver side, listen to myself complain The album’s brand new but it ‘s still the same song One man whose plan’s got no legs to stand on Not many cars on the road tonight, beneath the traffic lights, As I’m contemplating if my path is alright Still don’t have the big house, big boat, or fancy car To take a cruise down sunset boulevard Are all the scenes just dreams or are they more Prophecies of a lush life but I got to break the door Chapman knew a car that’d get her just about anywhere But all I have here is my heart and legs to get me there I look up, I see the stars in the sky, and it makes me wonder why If there is a God, he lets the good people die Where do they go, how long does is take Am I going too fast or should I ease on the brakes I breathe in, in an effort of releaving the stress of realities in the things I’m seeing What about the big man chillin in the clouds Who opens up the big gate only if he is proud, but doesn’t Matter how we spin, because none of us will get in That’s always the way that it’s been with people living in sin but when you pass around the plate whether you’re 60 or 7 You throw in a dime to try and buy your way into Heaven Here’s a little lesson my friend on the layers of life I promise not to step your dreams so give me the knife You gotta rewind, relax, be recluse in your reflection Before your thoughts give love and hate the same inflection This advice is nice, but it comes with a price If I tell you twice, you should still consume this slice Be strong and you will last long, too much pride you’re dead wrong Remember the good times when everyone you know is gone, Equality is infinite down to the protons And everyone remember its darkest before the dawn But the sun don’t want to hear it, as it hides behind the light I’m alone, we’re all alone, driving through mystic nights
10.
Kiff 05:46
No one understands their plans, the Same story every time and again for them, because after All just the winners advance, because they have much Love surround themselves with fans, ask Jane because she knows from experience, she can’t Find where the good life is, like all the girls she Sees in the magazines with perfect clothes and whiter smiles but you see that Jane lives in denial because She’s got the love but she got no shot She’s got a roots rock rhythm but got no job Plagued by self doubt but being in is her out so she stands For things that she knows nothing about Chorus: You see them trying to be so kiff, no matter how they try End up being misfits, swing so hard but Finish with a near miss, closed fist clenched Tight around a broken soul hear them crying Luke knew that he was damaged goods He never lived the life that he felt he should, so he Sold his morals for shoes, traded friends for new clothes Running away from himself, trying to break his own mold He walks taller now, in front of the crowd he’s loud Spewing lies out of his mouth like he’s proud That he’s found so much love in people circled around Waiting to pick at his ego when he falls down, But they don’t see him when the lights stop, when the rim shots end Funny isn’t it how even though he pretends that he’s So hot, get too close and you’ll burn He clutches a mirror, hoping for what was, to return Chorus Because the lyrics are meaningless if you lost all the feeling and it’s So easy to make a line that rhymes but in time you’ll See that it’s not free, stop thinking it’s easy, If it was supposed to be, think this would bother me? Because you Know that you stole the track, but refuse to give it back so you Snatch like a crack addict, thrash and attack them automatic Those armed with facts as they become problematic to your Search for the fat cats that you want to attract But sing bout the lust and the fame and the bright lights, Sing for the morons who paid for your show Do us all a favor, don't stick to your heart Don't sing about the pain that you actually know Chorus

credits

released November 16, 2012

Milkbread:
Ben Shaw – Vocals, tenor sax
Seth Bailey – Trumpet
Chris Gagnon – Alto and tenor sax
Matt Reagan – Guitar
Brendan Moore – Keyboards
Dylan LaGamma – Bass guitar
Dylan Sevey – Drums/percussion, vocals

Produced by Chris Piquette at No Boundaries Studios, Providence, RI
 
Design and logo by Shelley Kornatz
Artwork by Logan Faerber
Photography by Kirk Silver
 
Special thanks to:
All the venues that have ever hosted us and all the bands we’ve ever shared a bill with; all the fans who have ever given us kind words after a show, “liked” us on Facebook, or supported us in any other way; everyone who donated to the Indiegogo campaign, including Victor LaGamma, Diane Cricchio, Sean LaGamma, TimeLine Video, and one very generous mystery donator; Chris Piquette, for all of his incredible hard work and patience; David DiMaio; Chris Bedard; Michael Sackett; Michael Gordon; Ed Devlin; the Treglia Sisters; the Breadhead Communion Chorus (Chris Gagnon, Dale Giramma, Justin Kisch, Brendan Moore, Ryan O’Keefe, Chris Piquette, Dylan Sevey, Christina Stavrakas, Christine Treglia) on "Kiff"; the Handy Variety in Newport for the band name inspiration; and lastly, all of our friends and family, for their undying encouragement and love.

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