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In Blank

by Title Tracks

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1.
Time is the sound of a torn page Everything goes away You may have a handle on your quiet rage But everything goes away Oh, I don’t know about you But I think maybe that the human race is through And, ooh, it’s terribly true Everything goes away Shaking hands are never fun No, you’re not the only one Shaking hands are never fun Guide this ship into the sun Point your compass back to silver town Everything goes away Find all your brothers in faint renown Everything goes away And I need you to know that you can’t take me seriously If it’s gone, it’s all right that it’s gone I know when you speak where I was, where I am, where I’m going to be If I sink or snap you’ll make a new map Dash out your visions in a runic scrawl The kid ain’t got much to say Reach over the wires at the top of the wall And maybe you can run away
2.
Gimme normalcy The kind I used to have such a long time ago Pretty vacancy Take me to the places that I already go So, did you turn your face into Wounds that don’t define you No one’s chasing you When they walk behind you I kinda mind the treatment that I find at the end of it all Little kicks turn to permanent fix in your patent leather pall No, you’re disturbing the scenery Oh, my power isn’t really plenary, no Go, be a good little denizen Take out your teeth so you can taste your medicine It’s going, going back What will happen if I stop and turn away? I think I already know Lock up your downers ‘Cause your panicked encounters are starting to show So, there’s no hope for the citizens Darts in your back when every heart attacks if you are listening Are you listening? No, is this life only glistening? Heat kinks in the tracks led to lives where we lack simple necessities Gimme normalcy The kind I used to have such a long time ago
3.
You’re the kind of rhythm that I need to run You’re the kind of lie that made the lights go out All that I did can never be undone But I don’t understand the loss you talk about And one by one your lives are undone I know you recall the time We both looked ahead and I really should have said Clench your fist a little closer Clench your fist a little closer to me Clench your fist a little closer Do your worst and I’ll stay The side of your tongue is a crowded space Anxious words are waiting there to be spit out Blank spots on the map are the only place People like the story that you’re spinning out And one by one your lives are undone I know you recall the time The sparks in your head made me think you finally said Clench your fist a little closer Clench your fist a little closer to me Clench your fist a little closer Do your worst and I’ll stay ‘Cause I don’t want to go Don’t want to know Didn’t you know That I do what I say? I won’t stay away next time you come around I want to hear the lies that made the lights go out Votive dreams are all I have to slake my thirst For the kind of fire that I will never doubt ‘Cause I don’t want to go Don’t want to go Didn’t you know what you’ll do if I stay?
4.
I’m not the kind of guy who’s going to make a scene You’ve got to break away. You’ve got to break away from me There’s only so much time that you should wait for me You’ve got to break away. You’ve got to break away from me Take all your broken strings I make mine for free We’ve done this childish thing for too long, I see It’s not that I don’t want to know about the things You’re going to take away; you’re going to take away from me But I believe that staying here’s a waste of time You’ve got to break away. You’ve got to break away from me You’ve got so many things You don’t need me Mine is the kind of knife That won’t cut you free I wonder why you want to sleep so light at night Did you know I never forget to say you’re right? Somebody said that you’re a fool to stand by me You ought to break away. You ought to break away from me I wonder if they know you like they think they do Go on and break away. Go on and break away from me Stitch up your sewing kits I don’t think you see What’s left in front of you You can buy for free
5.
I Can't Hide 02:59
6.
The individual was found beneath the clover He stared with eight-ball eyes and skin as white as Dover Nobody could recall the title that he carried But they still wondered just how soon he might be buried Forget the ghost in me We’ve reached some kind of understanding You’ll see the ghost in me Has no respect for where you’re standing The consequences of his style were comprehensive His silence read as unamused instead of pensive Forget the ghost in me We’ve reached some kind of understanding You’ll see the ghost in me Has no respect for where you’re standing And in the dusky mist that tells you he is there You’ll hear the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs No strangers were allowed besides the apparition Its body couldn’t be convinced to change positions He whispered threats into your ear while you were sleeping The snapping shades illuminate where he’s been creeping Forget the ghost in me We’ve reached some kind of understanding You’ll see the ghost in me Has no respect for where you’re standing Don’t try to call your friend ‘cause static will invade Just look him in the eye and watch him start to fade The room was warmer than you ever could remember You cracked the window to be bitten by December Forget the ghost in me We’ve reached some kind of understanding You’ll see the ghost in me Has no respect for where you’re standing
7.
All Tricks 03:36
Tell me how to color where’s there’s no contagion Or where I should be looking for the next invasion Your involuted phrasing only fans frustration Can you hear it now? Push your empty hands deeper in your pockets Brush your metal fingers up against the sockets You had nowhere to kneel when your knees were knocking Do you need it now? You’re so close to crying right now Your field of view isn’t equal to All of these things for you Oh, the tide’s gone out You know it’s true No one talks about all of these things for you What did you do? Play the type of tricks that bring you numbers Stab them with your picks in the penumbras If you want ‘em to feel a little bit dumber You’re succeeding now Noisome beggars at the gates of science Zero times zero times beta minus Through the yawning void behind your frontal sinus Are you falling now? It’s all tricks Waiting there professionally It’s all tricks Sharing the regression with me It’s all tricks Ruin to recovery It’s all tricks Catch them while they’re hovering Layer the foundation to obscure the potholes Stare right through the mirror you keep in your foxhole Hold your paper tight while you apply the charcoal and you’ll see it now Covering your maw with the blood of ancients Your teeth are like a saw we found in the basement You’re never ever gonna learn to see your patience and I believe it now
8.
You received your final phone call At the murder of a brick wall Take your hands and wash the steps Grind your teeth and light the depths To find innocent pleasures You took inaccurate measures All of the windings you weathered Led to the end of a tether Does it sting when eyes go red Any more than unmade beds Steady tears untied a knot Guess you were born with all you’ve got To find innocent pleasures You took inaccurate measures All of the windings you weathered Led to the end of a tether What makes you run, empty one? You’ve just started what I already won She speaks in shibboleths With every vapor in every breath Like snakes are sibilant Keep wandering, sister of Seth Lunar landscapes make a home For all of those condemned to roam
9.
No Air 02:53
There is no order in the universe, if anyone was wondering Attach yourself to anything You might have spent an evil hour in the kind of storm that’s thundering So nobody told you there’s No air in your inheritance No tell in your intelligence No strange in your estrangement There’s no sight inside of you I really tried to correspond with you when you were in your litter box So, what did I say? Make sure to indicate which one should hold the key to your brittle locks Before they wash away ‘cause there’s No air in your inheritance No tell in your intelligence No strange in your estrangement There’s no sight inside of you Somebody’s balance is listing Fragile conditions existing Measure the jokes that you’re missing Defraud the faces you’re kissing Transform the narrative you’re carrying and you won’t have to call collect Which no one does anyway Pick up a shovel and start looking for the origin of your intellect Still nobody tells you there’s No air in your inheritance No tell in your intelligence No strange in your estrangement There’s no sight inside of you
10.
It's Wrong 02:28
You can keep doing what you want to do There’s no one there to stop you You can keep doing what you want to do There’s no one there to tell you Oh, it’s wrong You know it’s wrong Oh it’s wrong Too stay to long Oh, it’s wrong You know it’s wrong All the lights in the gutters will call for their mothers someday It’s time you did what you had to do You’ve waited for a time or two The flames will get too far ahead of you If you don’t scale the standards Oh, it’s wrong You know it’s wrong Oh it’s wrong You stayed too long Oh, it’s wrong You know it’s wrong All the lights in the gutters will call for their mothers someday You know it’s all for nothing I hope it’s not for nothing You can keep doing what you want to do There’s no one there to stop you You can keep doing what you’ve got to do There’s no one there to tell you
11.
Winners Cry 03:27
Yes, I will forget your name If you persist in making all our differences the same Nobody wants to hear your greatest hit We must admit Take apart a bad excuse And hit them in the wits with all the kinds of sticks you use Your body shudders at the latest hits You suffered so for it, so Keep going Going to where winners cry You sure stayed out in the cold But all you’ve really proven is you are what you haven’t sold No drums, no bugles to announce your war So, what’s it for? Hold onto what you’ve perceived The farther that you go away, the further I’m relieved Don’t swing away to find a face to hit Your tears are split between it Keep going Going to where winners cry Singing cinders in the aftermath Tell the time to stop the telegraph Under heaven with nothing to hold Cast a glance towards all the tents you’ll fold Unrelated sequences Have led you down the path to start the day of wrath you choose We’ll drop the low-budget distances So start again No more trips to the abyss But I’ll always remember before you were an ember, too What number can you call to tell the truth? Defend your youth from yourself and Keep going Going to where winners cry

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This is the second album from Title Tracks. It was released in April 2011 by The Ernest Jenning Record Co. and Windian Records.

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released April 19, 2011

John Davis - Guitar/Vocals
Michael Cotterman - Bass
Andrew Black - Drums

Nick Anderson played the Doric organ on "Forget The Ghost"

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Title Tracks Washington, D.C.

Title Tracks is John Davis (guitar/voice), Michael Cotterman (bass), and Elmer Sharp (drums). All CDs, LPs, and singles can be purchased from ernestjenning.com or dischord.com.

Band photo by Christopher Grady.

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