Headed For - EP

by Tom McBride

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released September 1, 2008

All songs written by Tom McBride

Revelry, Headed For, Diana engineered by Stephen Bischof @ The Beeches, Falmouth MA

WYHNL, Big Ideas, Tried and True engineered by Ken Schubert @ Cue Recording Studios, Falls Church, VA
Mixed by Ken Schubert.
Mastered by Devin Ocampo @ Silver Sonya Studios, Arlington VA

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Track Name: Revelry
Tearing out my insides
Taken in by your fire
Crept till dawn, as you trailed me home alone

Kept awake for no one
Sunday left without a sound
you'll extol for mercy on my soul

Idle time is the scene of your crime
October skies bare witness with the night
Bastard sons that run are easier to spy
there is one thing that looks you in the eyes

hey fiend far below
Can you spare some time for revelry
Not sure what’s in store, soak it up it’s free

hey fiend fall below
can you spare some time for some revelry
Not sure what’s in store, soak it up it’s free
When its revelry

Kept awake for no one
Sunday left without a sound
I’ll extol for mercy on my soul

Idle time is the scene of your crime
October skies bare witness with the night
Bastard sons that run are easier to spy
there is one thing that looks you in the eye

hey fiend fall below
can you spare some time for some revelry
Not sure what’s in store, soak it up it’s free

Hey fiend far below
Can you spare some time for some revelry?
Not sure what’s in store soak it up it’s free
When its revelry

Taken in by your fire
Sunday left without a sound
Track Name: What You Have Not Learned
And you talk out of turn
The same words return
There is little left
That you have not learned
You’re spilling lines with your wine
Your bidding your time
Your falling in line
With your feet on the ground
And your head in the clouds
You’re startled by sounds

So you walk on the streets
Turn to shadows and speak
It’s buried in words
When your order’s restored
Questions you should implore
Is what you have not learned
What you have not learned

If the same signs emerge
Not to late to discourage
To hell with the crowd
Is there little left?
That you have not learned?

With your feet on the ground
And your head in the clouds
You’re startled by sounds
So you walk on the streets
Turn to shadows and speak
It’s buried in words
When your order’s restored
Questions you should implore
Is what you have not learned
What you have not learned
Track Name: Big Ideas
Scratching backs of friends
That end up poking out your eyes
Big ideas are drowning
In the city of dreams
I’m just going to totally
Numb my sensorys

And keep on pushing high-school sensibilities
Even now your eyes are laughing at what you see
Forget what you know
It’s simply what you want to be

Back-track through trap doors and snap
Yourself out of this lovely scene
Big ideas still stand
behind your favorite screen
I’m just going to totally
numb my sensorys

Keep on pushing high-school sensibilities
Even now your eyes are laughing at what you see
And forget what you know its simply what you want to be
Keep on pushing high-school sensibilities
Even now your eyes are laughing at what you see
And forget what you know its simply what you want to be
I’m just going to totally numb my sensorys
Track Name: Diana
All the cash you spent on city nights where you’re the star
Not quite as planned as those impressed were 90’s born
You had a night once where you taped up your chest
and dressed to the nines
Would have bought your own, but the size was tight
So the tags still on

And it rained all night and your suede skirt got stained
So you staged a fight, while your hair maintained . .
Diana

Cracking high-heels are snapping like dogs being tugged on a chain
Pout your lips at the bar, take a drag, blow a kiss, pour champagne
Baited pray gather near, pay your tabs with dry-wit and most sincere
Could have left with your crowd, but your lost again on the dance floor

And it rained all night and your suede skirt got stained
So you staged a fight, while your hair maintained . .

Diana