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City Parks After Dark

by Grey Milk

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I was a wooden house and you were a tornado As such you did what a tornado ought to naturally do And how you come as fast as you can certainly go The wreckage left behind I don’t find half as beautiful And this is not the way that I intended it to be Though we must not forget how exciting tornadoes can be Tossing cars and uprooting trees Without much wait you dissipated, what a mess you left behind I am some splintered boards, I am the dust of broken remains The trace of a foundation suddenly been rearranged Scattered around with bricks and broken glass- all that’s left of my frame And I sit huddled in the corner with a flashlight
You say, “Send ‘em all away!” You say, “Hey, man, go get a job!” Talk about problems and you clutter the day With talk about problems You don’t know shit about anyway You love bad, bad news That bad, bad news The person who died you don’t know you saw on TV Your only relation to her is geography Still I gotta hear about your fake sympathy Mourning a person that yesterday You flipped off driving down the street You love bad news This bad, bad news A world full of problems, they tell ya A world full of hate, they show ya A world full of dangerous children’s toys, of theft and disease and assault and rape A tiny world in a slanted scope, ie: a world without AIDS A media neutered by sponsorship With no balls to say any fucking thing It’s bad, bad news And you love it It's bad news and there's no excuse You say, “Did you see the news today?” You say, “Hey, man, I’m just doin’ my job.” These petty problems and this constant need to complain Well I’ll shoot the messenger- POW! POW! And I’ll piss on his grave- oh shit now!
Missing 03:41
Well I don’t know what’s wrong with me But ending here is where I keep on Ending up and with no sleep Oh, is that so? Is it just me? Well, you might know me Better than me Yeah, you might know A thing or…no Traveling so far and wide So far inside my narrow mind I let it slip, now change the slide Another place or frame of mind Well, He just might see Something in me Or He might be Just hopes and dreams ...on what could be What could we be? What does this mean? What’s wrong with me? …on what could be What could we be?
Postcards 04:12
I have your letter unwritten The words are somewhere in my mind Maybe some day I could still write you But then it’d always be behind When the sky turned to yellow And we hid from the rain I could feel myself tremble as I Looked at the bullet and I questioned the stain I watch the world through a window A film made of blurry visions And every town that we pass through Is another I’d like to live in Ascending through unfamiliar Tiny roads climbing mountains This house is just like a tree-fort It’s always raining when you live in the clouds Passing miles of cornfields One hundred miles of grapevines And there again is a billboard Enough to leave me with sore eyes A giant statue of Jesus And I’m surrounded by churches Next to a triple-x megaplex complex I guess they all serve their purpose Another unwritten postcard
Wilmington 02:26
I met a man today He asked me for a light I had to turn him down even though I thought he was polite Woke up in the morning And I swear it was last night I stopped to take a look around and found that not a thing was right And so I, I took a ride down to, to Carolina Cost me every dime I had and more but I can’t say I mind Well I woke up in a rest stop in the middle of the night I tried to take a look up to the sky, was blinded by the light And I thought, I’ve never seen the stars Upon the canvas of true Night is always covered by our artificial lights Conversations incomplete And looking back now I can see that There was a time when I, I could be certain That there was something important inside of me Now how much time does it take to be a person Who has lost the drive and lives in memories? In the quest for eternal life You will discover that you have lived so much less Than if you spend your entire life Finding ways to cross the line and stare down death Sentences that fall apart Before our lips can mouth the start In the quest for eternal life You will discover that you have lived so much less Than if you spent your entire life Finding ways to cross the line and stare down death I cross the line, I’m on the wrong side of the road
This fire It doesn't burn in me quite the way it ought It's barely burning inside me at all It should be tearing away at these walls It should be melting the insides of me It's hard to swallow To digest, to breathe We're in The eye of a storm that's been raging for years Soon enough I'll be returning with rain And it keeps on falling to wash far away What's left of the ash that remains of that flame This is...we are The product of good times corrupted And I have been drowning in this flood for days While you have been locked up inside of yourself This water boils a fiery hell I can't stop the current from pulling me out Then on the horizon I see An aura surrounding your face A glimpse of you fading away With a halo of colors around you And I try and swim back to shore I'm fighting to swim back to shore I'm too weak to fight anymore
Today was the worst day I’ve had in awhile And being an adult feels like a childish Thing to be proud of when that’s all you have And nothing you plan for seems within your grasp Seeing you made me happy at first Till I finally realized it makes you feel worse Now there’s something about this whole goddamn thing Makes me feel worthless, makes me want to scream Oh no Sitting next to my window staring outside Wasting my time in this place, losing my mind 'Cause there isn’t an ocean within fifty miles And even the air here, tastes stale and unkind The coastline is moving South, it knows where to go The earth beneath this house is leaving this town for good It won’t be returning, it knows where to be Eventually all of this will fall to the sea Oh no Because you can’t fight the ocean, you can’t stop a wave All you can do is just give in and let it Take you, embrace it pulling you under At one point we all have made our home in the water So drag me out to sea, bury me in a reef Let it sweep me away, disappear in the waves Out in the ocean, erode me to sand Take me back home again Out in the ocean Turn me to sand Take me back home again
Tired 03:06
Tired and bored That makes me boring And I don’t think that I want to change Don’t want to wait Don’t want to forget I’m better this way Tired and hurt Burned out on Bukowski And drinking myself to an end No point No worth Say you care and I’ll know you’re pretending You make me whole You know, you make me You say you know that you don’t know And you know it means nothing to know But if there’s a lot that you don't know Then you got a bit more than you know And you’ll never know what you will be If you will it don’t mean it will be "Cause the future won’t be what we see Because you can’t control what you can’t be Letting go of the past isn’t easy But it’s a task you can achieve, see What matters isn’t the past What does is just what you have right now It’s easy to hurt More easy to worry Will anything good ever last? “There’s got to be more,” You say so unsure Of the faith that you have in that fact No time to waste But no need to hurry If you focus ahead then too fast Will time Be unraveling So dream of yourself where you are
My head is running circles… My head is running circles as I walk around this town This half a town, a ghost of what was once a busy milling old town Imagining how industry still seemed at peace and as a piece of the economy, and vitally, then suddenly moved overseas Now nothing’s left but memories in skeletons of these broken buildings My head is running circles… My head is running circles as I walk around this lake And thinking how my life right back to birth has been a series of mistakes It’s no conspiracy- no vanity inside of me is breeding that insanity I see the bleak reality It’s always only just been me meandering through everything I write these thoughts out page by page It doesn’t matter what I say You draw your own conclusions Make your interpretations I speak my thoughts upon a stage It doesn’t matter what I say You draw your own conclusions Make your interpretations My head is running circles and the dizziness might make me puke Oh, why the hell does this always seem to happen every time I see you? My head is running circles… The headaches, the heartaches My head aches, my head is- My head is running circles
Oh my, son, you have grown And how little you know About what you have left There’s no fixing this mess Without some renewal I don’t wish your funeral We will fill in this nest With all that you have left behind In due time Do what you must do Go on, I trust you I’ll always remember The nights that we spent just Laid outstretched on the van At four in the a.m. With grass stains on our knees From playing hide and seek In city parks after dark I found you in the playground Hiding from me Or was it something So much more frightening You couldn’t tell me I know you’ll remember The times that we’ve spent just Late out nights on our bikes The rooftops, the streetlights That lit up the concrete Where we’d lay in the street Or empty lots after dark I found myself those nights More than just memories These are a part of me Do what you must do Go on, I trust you Go for it! Go for it! Go for it! Go forth Don’t wait till winter While it’s still September You won’t live forever I know you’ll remember me, friend
Atmosphere 04:34
You stood at the edge of the world and then jumped off, swam around through space until you found the next drop off. Curiosity led you past any map and beyond hope; no chance, no thought of ever turning back and you're running out of air... You stood at the eighth wonder of the world and then thought how, no one has seen it yet, who needs to? You could settle there if you tore it down. Individualist, ignorance led to this but to say you're intentions were no good? Not true! Not good enough! Nothing is for you! You can't help it so burn it into the air. Singe the atmosphere... You swear you didn't know? You knew. You know what you want to say but you don't say a thing because you don't know what it means. You swear you didn't know? You knew. You think it's all a joke? Well ha ha ha...
No Flag 04:52
I’m not free inside a country I can see that train a-comin' And no flag I live under Ain’t no flag bring back my brother I will be shot dead runnin' And I can see that white light comin' I don’t mean to be grumblin' But I can see the State’s a-crumblin' I’m runnin' away I don’t know the way I don’t know to where You and me, aren’t we somethin'? Always be missing somethin' Darlin', please know this one thing You will be with me always But I’m runnin' away And I don’t know the way And I don’t know to where Every border is another wall Every flag divides us all
Magnolia 07:35
...and the ocean at night With no light your senses heighten And we can pretend we’ll fly Under the ocean, over the sky I’ve had enough talk of enough time I see now what I’ve had all along Take me out to a cliff-side And we can watch the sun rise And with you by my side Well I think finally I could die happy We don’t have long We’ve got now We don’t need much We’ve got love And it’s not about what you've done And it’s not about where you’ve been And it’s not about what you say And it's not about what you never had a chance to And it’s not about what you own And it’s not about where you'll be And it’s not about what you’ve lost It’s all about just being right here right now! We don’t have long We’ve got now We don’t need much We’ve got love


City Parks is our debut full-length. It was a labor of love, spanning a year and a half, and featuring the musical talents, hearts and souls of lots of our friends.


released April 1, 2008

Grey Milk is Jesse Houle and Sean Watson

More specifically, this album features:
Danielle Lemay: Oh-No Oohing
Dave Magario: Piano
Dylan Clark: Drums
Jeremy Paradis: Hollering, Patience
Jesse Houle: Guitar, Vocals, Percussion
Layna Dakin: Violin
Raianne Richards: Vocals
Ryan Coomey: Harmonica
Sean Watson: Electric Bass, Vocals, Jaw Harp
Zack Peckham: Electric Guitar
Zack Ciras: Upright Bass
& The Swass Ensemble: Pandemonium*

Recorded, mixed and mastered at Liberation Studios in Worcester, MA by Jeremy Paradis with Jesse Houle and Sean Watson from November of 2006 through March of 2008.

Watercolor painting (cover art) by Kristina Lagoda.
Photography (back cover & booklet) by Sean Watson.
Artwork Design and Layout by Jesse Houle and Sean Watson.
All songs on the album written by Grey Milk.

*All members of the Swass Ensemble are credited, in order of height, in the CD booklet. It's too much to type here.

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We're part of Nobody's Favorite Records and The Branch Collection: two obscure, amorphous groups of folks who collectively pool our efforts of creativity- primarily those of the musical variety. These monikers give us the appearance of added legitimacy.

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