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February ep - Marc McElroy

by Guy Capecelatro III

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1.
Burning Chromosomes I don’t know why it feels this way Boats are sinking in the bay The way the air used to feel Now it’s all so unconcealed Watching as the day erodes Wishing for some antidote Worried what the night will bring I’m afraid of everything All I asked was to be left alone Now I sit here burning chromosomes Counting cars that pass me by Nervous I’ve been pushed aside Bottled up by my own hand Feeling like I’ve been goddamned Categorize my every thought Ringing like some distant shot Every weight that tethered me Somehow hangs in jeopardy I needed some time by myself Now I’m stewing in my rotting smell Feels like somehow I’ve been cursed Though there’s some that have it worse Still it’s not a holiday Living in this self-made cage Alone and afraid x3 It’s no holiday
2.
Dry 03:41
Dry I’ve got a car doesn’t run anymore Plants growing up through the rusted metal floor And I think something may be living in the back When it snows I see tracks Wiling my time inside These days it’s hard to be dry I’m taking pictures of my grandfather’s tools Set ‘em up on the wobbly wooden stool Adjust the lighting shoot and put ‘em back Sit in the chair where he once sat Trying my best to comply These days it’s hard to be dry If there is something like a message in this place It’s either hiding or has long since been erased Still I understand how it holds such allure There’s history in this air Somehow I’m still surprised These days it’s hard to be dry These days it’s hard to be dry
3.
Shooting These Arrows You’re sleeping so quiet as I am leaving I come in softly and check on your breathing My concentration has lately been waning Buckling under the stress and the straining I’m shooting these arrows square at the sky Hoping they hover and you’ll survive I will be elsewhere when they hit the ground I need to leave here get out of town I know these bodies explode like the shuttle Sometimes the fallout happens more subtle Morning light wanders in like a bomb As we explore this becoming undone I’m shooting these arrows square at the sky Hoping they hover and you’ll survive I will be elsewhere when they hit the ground I need to leave here get out of town You sensed a subtle falling apart I knew the hard ground wasn’t that far Breath in the air dangles like clouds As you lay sleeping there in the house I know that someday I’ll be coming back Shadows don’t notice where they’re attached All these reminders sing like a drunkard I’m like the president safe in my bunker
4.
The Way I Escape Caught in the light again With my pants down It’s been the regular As long as I remember Walking the streets at night Drinking the cheapest wine Hoping I get lost this time I’ve been known to disappear Maybe once or twice a year Sometimes I just need a break To stew in my mistakes Spinning in circles Without any purpose Goddamn this weather It’s worse than ever Wallowing in my head Wishing I could forget Maybe tonight I’ll freeze to death I’ve been known to disappear Maybe once or twice a year Sometimes I just need a break To stew in my mistakes Watching the cars again Wondering where I’ve been Starting to dwindle I feel like Rip Van Winkle A pack of cigarettes And a months rent Now I’m pulling up my pants Sometimes I just reappear I know that it seems weird There’s a way that I escape Please don’t be afraid
5.
Burning Chromosomes I don’t know why it feels this way Boats are sinking in the bay The way the air used to feel Now it’s all so unconcealed Watching as the day erodes Wishing for some antidote Worried what the night will bring I’m afraid of everything All I asked was to be left alone Now I sit here burning chromosomes Counting cars that pass me by Nervous I’ve been pushed aside Bottled up by my own hand Feeling like I’ve been goddamned Categorize my every thought Ringing like some distant shot Every weight that tethered me Somehow hangs in jeopardy I needed some time by myself Now I’m stewing in my rotting smell Feels like somehow I’ve been cursed Though there’s some that have it worse Still it’s not a holiday Living in this self-made cage Alone and afraid x3 It’s no holiday
6.
Dry (demo) 03:37
Dry I’ve got a car doesn’t run anymore Plants growing up through the rusted metal floor And I think something may be living in the back When it snows I see tracks Wiling my time inside These days it’s hard to be dry I’m taking pictures of my grandfather’s tools Set ‘em up on the wobbly wooden stool Adjust the lighting shoot and put ‘em back Sit in the chair where he once sat Trying my best to comply These days it’s hard to be dry If there is something like a message in this place It’s either hiding or has long since been erased Still I understand how it holds such allure There’s history in this air Somehow I’m still surprised These days it’s hard to be dry These days it’s hard to be dry
7.
Shooting These Arrows You’re sleeping so quiet as I am leaving I come in softly and check on your breathing My concentration has lately been waning Buckling under the stress and the straining I’m shooting these arrows square at the sky Hoping they hover and you’ll survive I will be elsewhere when they hit the ground I need to leave here get out of town I know these bodies explode like the shuttle Sometimes the fallout happens more subtle Morning light wanders in like a bomb As we explore this becoming undone I’m shooting these arrows square at the sky Hoping they hover and you’ll survive I will be elsewhere when they hit the ground I need to leave here get out of town You sensed a subtle falling apart I knew the hard ground wasn’t that far Breath in the air dangles like clouds As you lay sleeping there in the house I know that someday I’ll be coming back Shadows don’t notice where they’re attached All these reminders sing like a drunkard I’m like the president safe in my bunker
8.
The Way I Escape Caught in the light again With my pants down It’s been the regular As long as I remember Walking the streets at night Drinking the cheapest wine Hoping I get lost this time I’ve been known to disappear Maybe once or twice a year Sometimes I just need a break To stew in my mistakes Spinning in circles Without any purpose Goddamn this weather It’s worse than ever Wallowing in my head Wishing I could forget Maybe tonight I’ll freeze to death I’ve been known to disappear Maybe once or twice a year Sometimes I just need a break To stew in my mistakes Watching the cars again Wondering where I’ve been Starting to dwindle I feel like Rip Van Winkle A pack of cigarettes And a months rent Now I’m pulling up my pants Sometimes I just reappear I know that it seems weird There’s a way that I escape Please don’t be afraid

about

This is the February edition of a series of monthly eps for 2017 in which I have invited friends to take my songs and "produce" them. I recorded the songs to a click track and sent the producers the raw tracks along with chords and lyrics and gave them free range to do as they saw fit. It is as much about their vision for the song as mine in writing it. I've included stripped down demos to get a sense of the arc each song has taken.

All proceeds from this series will go to either Planned Parenthood, Southern Poverty Law Center or the SPCA. Just message me with your preference.

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released April 4, 2017

Vocals and guitar by Guy Capecelatro III. Arrangements and all other sounds by Marc McElroy.

Cover photograph by Michael Winters. All rights for artwork revert back to Michael Winters who is generously donating these images to the series.

All songs © Two-Ton Santa Songs.

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