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Recorded in a home studio in Bushwick, NY from October 2012 to January 2013.
All songs written, produced, and mixed by ginger ale.
Mastered by Abel Okugawa.

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released February 5, 2013

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DIY song-writer from Charlottesville, Virginia, living in Brooklyn, New York.

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Track Name: Bad Feelings
Bad Feelings

If I don’t let go, I’ll just keep hanging on.
If I don’t let go, I’ll just keep hanging on.
Stuck singing the same sad song.

If I don’t cut loose, I’ll go down with the ship.
If I don’t cut loose, I’ll go down with the ship.
I’m nobody’s captain, baby, I don’t need this shit.

Been holding on to bad feelings.
I’ve been a better man before.
But I can't let go.
Can't let go.

Been holding on to bad feelings.
I've been a better man before.
Big city’s got me reeling,
Gonna die on this corner.
But I can't let go.
Track Name: Identity Twist
Identity Twist

You know me through my girlfriend, the one that I’m so nice with, the one that likes me like this.
Sitting at your table, talking with my mouthful, heterosexual.
Identity twist.
I want to be your orphan, your lonely Siamese twin, sharing all your organs.
I want to be your parasite, living off of your spite, forever in all white.
Identity Twist.
I confess I was a has-been, before I ever began, this very morning.
I confess I buried my name, in a tin-can, waiting on a slow train.
Identity twist.
The move is just like the twist, forget who you are and make it up too quick.
Identity twist.
Track Name: Rolling Stone 1972
Rolling Stone

I wish I was a rolling stone, 1972, singing my favorite songs, coming up with my favorite tunes. Yeah.
I wish I was a rolling stone, 1972. Anyone but Brian Jones, splashing in the swimming pool.
But I’m getting so sick, I’m getting so sick of me.
I’m getting so sick. I’m getting so sick of me.
I wish I was a rolling stone, 1972, everybody getting so stoned, cause it’s the thing to do.
But I’m getting so sick, I’m getting so sick of me.
I’m getting so sick. I’m getting so sick of me.
My blurry vision’s all I see.
I wish I was a rolling stone, 1973, cause I’m getting so sick of me.
I’m getting so sick of me.
My blurry vision’s all I see.
Track Name: Magdeline
Magdeline

Got here in a taxi, my nerves can’t take the train. Truck won’t start and my left leg’s lame.
Brought wood for your fireplace, up four flights of stairs. Watch you in the mirror as you comb your hair.
Magdeline, Magdeline, Magdeline. I’ll fix your crimes.

Left a book of poems by Phillip Larkin in my truck bed. It’s raining like a mother and the words all bled.
Brought the nails you needed, and extra lubricant. I hate to be reminded how you pay my rent.
Magdeline. I’ll fix your crimes.

I brought the nails we needed, for your sweet feet and hands. I might get sick but a plan’s a plan.
Magdeline. I’ll fix your crimes. Just this time.
Track Name: Nobody Too
Nobody Too

I asked my fifth-grade teacher on the way out of school Friday afternoon, “What you got to teach me when you spend your whole life in this school?”
She said, “You’re nobody too. You’re nobody too. Think you got the answers but it turns out your nobody too.”
I asked the trooper with his bright lights on behind me, “Do your rules make you a decent man?”
He said, “I’m looking for the devil just to know for sure that I’m not him.
But you’re nobody too. You’re nobody too. Thought you’d have some answers but it turns out you’re nobody too.”
But if I could see your me. If I could see you’re me. If you could see your me. If you could see you’re me.
I’ll ask my maker when I go out if he’s waiting. I’ll dress my spirit in a coat and tie. I’ll make that bastard answer to the life I spent wondering why.
I’ll say, “.”
But if you could see your me. If I could see you’re me. If you could see your me. If you could see you’re me.
You’re nobody too. You’re nobody too. You’re nobody too. Thought you’d have the answers but it turns out you’re nobody too.
Track Name: That That's
That That’s

Maybe someday I’ll be able to pay for everything I’d need and everything you’d want.
Wish I could feel like I should, but what’s a man that can’t get by on his own hands.
Darling, hold me close. Tell me again how nothing matters. Fuck the rent, we’ll sleep outdoors. Remind me how good I feel, and that that’s all that’s real.
I’m going out again, in the light of day, with a sense of dread, a stack of resumes.
I know I need money all the time, and I’d give in for them to call some mine.
Darling, hold me close. Tell me again how nothing matters. Fuck the rent, we’ll sleep outdoors. Remind me how good I feel, and that that’s all that’s real.
That that’s all that’s real.
Track Name: Devil's Gone Mad
Devil’s Gone Mad

When I was a young boy he was rational and clean; wanted all the virtues, beckoning unseen. His pleasure was a poet, led me through a wonderland. But the sun went down on this seedy town and the devil’s gone mad.
We pursued exotic pleasures in the backrooms of the halls. Felt good by modern science, natures jewels, and alcohol. I had it all constructed, so good at being bad, but something switched and I’m starting to slip. The devil’s gone mad.
Keep looking, boy. You’ll find it. Keep looking, boy. You’ll find it. Can’t rewind it.
Wonder was a widow in a black pneumonia veil. It hurt so bad. I had such pains in parts that weren’t there. Like you, was born a sinner; gladly took the trade. I thought I had it coming, but I didn’t know nothing. The devil’s gone mad.
Keep looking, boy. You’ll find it. Keep looking, boy. You’ll find it. You’re gonna grind it.
The devil’s gone mad.
Track Name: Where I Stand
Where I Stand

Go ahead and put me down. Wreck my name. I don’t know this town.
Go ahead and treat me mean. And I’ll know just where I stand.
Go ahead pawn my things. Here’s my debit card. PIN’s 1013.
Put me out on the avenue. And I’ll know just where I stand.
Go ahead and black my eyes. Take away my last sunrise.
Go ahead and treat me mean. And I’ll know just where stand.
And I’ve done all that I can. Uh.
Go ahead and treat me mean. Go ahead and treat me mean. Go ahead and treat me mean. And I’ll know just where I stand. And I’ve done all that I can.