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What happens when two songwriters live in a house on Sherwood Avenue: a concept EP on going home at the end of the day.

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released April 13, 2017

Producer - Lydia Claire
Executive Producer - Jay Hodgson
Engineering/Editing/Mixing by Lydia Claire
Mastering by Jay Hodgson

Recording space donated by the Popular Music program at The University of Western Ontario

Patience, love, and the living room donated by Emily Dunning

The collaborators of RAGE POPCORN would like to thank both Mr. President and The Land of Bullshit for the inspiration and subject matter they provided to our creative cause.

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Track Name: Anywhere But Home
Softly, give me one good reason to tell ‘em anything
It’s not me, just wondering are glass trophies more profound
When the ceiling comes down?
Though baby, baby, baby pet names are wasted on me
Maybe rhyming syllables is cynical
Not meant for me

Softly, whither under the predatory gaze
Photos of her that you don’t know
Though her dreams are great
And save me, save me, save me from my hoarded gold
Maybe they’re making features, creatures, to bleach her
And I’m too old

Shadows of cathedrals, candy, and midnight walks
Paying homage to the omens that we thought, lost, and forgot
Scream
Yeah
Point me anywhere but home from here

Softly, the floorboards sing and warp better than I
Except for the rose, dressed in my clothes
No I still don’t know how to get high
And tell me, tell me, tell me without using your words
Maybe hell is this and I am feverish
Too sick to hurt

Songs that aren’t ours, broken simple machines, and early dark
Feeling safer than you should when I love the bittersweet of the park
Scream
Yeah
Point me anywhere but home from here

Tears you can’t cry, outgrowing asking why, and minimum wage
Giving distance to the runners ‘n’ hate to fabricate strength from rage
Scream
Yeah
Point me anywhere but home from here

Point me anywhere but home from here
Track Name: Sherwood Forest
Because if anything happens by happenstance
I don’t wanna be the one who failed to take a chance lord
I sure would
And if anyone grew a coat of arms for a king, stopped harm when they taught red to sing, then call me Robin Hood
I sure would

I sure would
I sure would, I sure would

Give me noble steeds on my feet so I can read shit and weep
And still find tune
Give me a heart-wrenching beat so I can end in my sleep
And still come through
And when I look like myself make me question what else
I could do
To answer a past for no one who asked
Do you approve?

Because if anything happens by happenstance
I don’t wanna be the one who failed to take a chance lord
I sure would
And if anyone grew a coat of arms for a king, stopped harm when they taught red to sing, then call me Robin Hood
I sure would

Because your mama’s gone die and your daddy’s still eyes closed in Mexico
Yeah your mama can fly and your daddy won’t try to find what he don’t know
And I’m breaking down time just to find the right line to let you know
How I’m writhin’ inside and my anxious mind won’t tell me so
I sure would go

Take me out of my clothes so when I listen I know
That this is real
Take care my disease can’t see dark from the trees
So my skin doesn’t peel
And when the worst way to see you is how I could be you
And your steel
It shakes out the cores of the corners and doors
I resigned to feel

Because your mama’s gone die and your daddy’s still eyes closed in Mexico
Yeah your mama can fly and your daddy won’t try to find what he don’t know
And I’m breaking down time just to find the right line to let you know
How I’m writhin’ inside and my anxious mind won’t tell me so
I sure would go

Because if anything happens by happenstance
I don’t wanna be the one who failed to take a chance lord
I sure would

Because your mama’s gone die and your daddy’s still eyes closed in Mexico
Yeah your mama can fly and your daddy won’t try to find what he don’t know
And I’m breaking down time just to find the right line to let you know
How I’m writhin’ inside and my anxious mind won’t tell me so
I sure would go

I sure would, I sure would
Track Name: BEARS!!
There’s a lullaby I remember
That I credit with my proximity to song
There’s my momma’s voice in the embers
So safe, warm and strong
And for all the rightness in that nursery
It gets just one thing about hell wrong
I’m not religious, just suspicious
But even I’ve been playing dead all along

Let’s say there were bears
Over there, with the stare
Not like the nursery rhyme
Claws in the air
And while I’ve grown
Oh not enough to be left alone
So I’m scared

Let’s say there was fire
Burning higher, trees inspire
How it branches out
Walking the wire
And while I’ve cried
Oo my bones are running dry
I’m a liar

So coddle me
Close my ideals
Hold my frame to the floor
Send double agents
To reject my appeals
All eleven times of ‘For’
Second personhood nobody speaks of
Would could divide into more
Now alarm, way-o, way-o
Way-o, way-o-oh

There’s a bear
Over there, with the stare
Not like the nursery rhyme
Claws in the air
And while I’ve grown
Oh not enough to be left alone
So I’m scared

There’s a couch
Hear me out, hurting ouch
Red leather speaks
Volumes about
And while I’ve been lost
Oo just last week I almost forgot
I can’t get out

So indulge me
The princess to be
Put a tiny crown on my head
Make me king
Tell me songs are mine to sing
And then ask me to choose you instead
Significant changes seem so strange that
It must be a nightmare in bed
So awake, way-o, way-o
Way-o, way-o-oh

Lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu- by, by, by
Lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu- by, by, by
Lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu- by, by, by
To all my bears, everywhere, good night
Track Name: Honest to God
I’m such a man, that I’m a fool
I feel like a tree that’s overgrown
I cry each day inside my bones
Like a hatchling trying to fly home

When it gets dark, it’s easy to love
The day we learn to hold it in
I speak the truth, honest to God
But we’re not perfect like the serpent is

I am a raindrop, I am your skin
I am the voice that you travel in
I am the sailor and you are the wind
Honest to God, I am marking it

When I get tired, I’ll be alone
Stumbling drunk on a bet I won
And all of the drinks that came before
Felt like proud men I’ve barely known

My pride is a poison, my pride is a saint
Pride is a pendant worn on your chain
And love won’t see pride, love will see pain
Love will meet eyes on a rainy day

Love is a raindrop, love is your skin
Love is the voice that you travel in
Love is the sailor and you are the wind
Honest to God, I am marking it

This is a raindrop, this is your skin
This is the voice that you travel in
This is the sailor and you are the wind
Honest to God, I am marking it.

I am marking it