Trip

by The Singular

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1.
Sharp Attack 03:14
Burned Burned by the words as old As the scribes who penned the histories we'd prefer Just like the old man Just like the sea When you fall from the bottom I'll be there Collecting old cans like a drifter on the square I'll wait for my old friends to take me away ...yea Hold me in your perfect arms When I blather on you'll listen like a fool Just like in Network Or on the West Wing When you fall from the bottom I'll be there Collecting old cans like a drifter on the square I'll wait for my old friends to take me away ...yea Just like the best of 2003 When you fall from the bottom I'll be there Collecting old cans like a drifter on the square We'll wait for our old friends to take us away ...yea
2.
Trip 04:28
The credits rolled as if to say "The war is over now go home and celebrate" They played some dumb triumphant song Like the good guys won and righted every wrong The sky turned green and she was there And I was scared 'cause she was talking backwards So cowered in my camping chair Sipping on the whiskey I got plastered 'Til I threw up And she freaked out The plans I'd made were crashing down I asked "Me?" And she said "No" So I turned red and wished I could go home I threw a stone into the air to see if I was still awake or dreaming (I think I know the answer now) Then god showed up and we got high We spoke of Star Wars movies and their meanings (I tink I know the answer now) Then I threw up And she freaked out The plans I'd made were crashing down I asked "Me?" And she said "No" So I turned red and wished I could go home I want to fight I want to fight I want to fight... everybody I want to fight... everybody 'Til I threw up And she freaked out The plans I'd made were crashing down I asked "Me?" And she said "No" So I turned red and wished I could go home
3.
Will we burn When we tempt our wooden features In the coming age A slick facade For concealing true emotion Buried deep In a chrysalis of laughter Was a promise made Out of hope With the very best intentions When love was like a war We fought for it Falling home Like some sad and drunken stranger Feeling 'round In the dark For the white flag to unfold

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Trip is the second in a series of The Singular's three song collections. It was recorded in their studio and rehearsal space in Kent, OH.

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released November 18, 2016

The Singular is:
Miles Cobbs: Guitar
Mark Bradbourne: Percussion
Nichole Catalano-Miller: Keyboard
Terry Mortensen: Bass
James Pequignot: Vocals/Guitar

All songs written and arranged by The Singular
Lyrics for Sharp Attack and Trip by James Pequignot
Lyrics for Cars CAN Escape by James Pequignot and Mark Bradbourne
Music for Sharp Attack by James Pequignot and Miles Cobbs
Produced by The Singular
Engineered, mixed, and mastered by James Pequignot

Album art contains public domain images obtained from the library of congress: www.loc.gov

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The Singular Akron, Ohio

The Singular is a band that holds high the value of music as an experience and strives to make a good one for anyone who cares to listen. As a modest four piece rock band they produce a sound that can be described as cavernous and overwhelming. They triumph the art of storytelling through song, and always invite their audience along with them on a musical journey. ... more

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