There Are Worse Things To (Be​)​Come

by Stolen Airplane

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04:04
2.
03:31
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03:33
5.
03:25
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04:16
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05:01

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released May 10, 2014

Drums on 1,2, 4-8 were recorded on a sunny day in April by Kurt Larson @ Precision Recording. All other tracks were recorded and mixed at various times, afterward, by Stolen Airplane @ Ten Spot Recording, and Mastered, even later, by Timothy Stollenwerk @ Stereophonic Mastering. Illustrations and design by J. Burke @ Ink & Lead Designs. All recorded sequences of notes and words are © Stolen Airplane. So don’t even think about it!

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Stolen Airplane Crystal Lake, Illinois

Crystal Lake, Illinois based Stolen Airplane fused the electrifying spirit of the 90’s DIY Underground with sincere and original songwriting, to create a provocative and energetic sound that was at once accessible, yet comfortably alien. They played their show on July 22nd 2017. ... more

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Track Name: Disinfect
Disinfect your intent. Can’t reply when you’re dead inside. Disinfect your intent. Your eyes are open but your brain is bent. Answers lie buried deep inside. Disinfect your intent. Asking questions, rattle through your head. This is how we survive. Dark turns to light. You’ll sleep tonight. Our strength builds into hope.
Track Name: Stranded
We’re all confused, I look around for who’s in charge. I see you look down and pull the splinter from your arm. You’re playing tricks on a kid from the sticks and it’s getting strange. You’re coming over, you’re coming over and I’m starting to strain. Is there a letter I can write and toss away? Is there a lesson I should take? Stranded on purpose just to see what I could find. I just thought you wouldn’t mind. My head is pounding through the haze of wine and rum. I’m losing track but still the waitress calls me hon. Dressed as if for colder weather and it’s getting strange. Like a bird that’s lost its feathers and I’m starting to strain. Is there a letter I can write and toss away?
Track Name: (What's This) Chaos Up Ahead?
What’s this chaos up ahead, and what’s the level of comfort that we’re accustomed? What support can we expect when we pull out the signs and they come in to bust us? Set the table for my waiting guests. What’s with all of the fighting? Set the stage for a fucking mess. Can you help me out with the lighting? Black powder, polish my revolver. Salt and pepper, shoot the fatted heifer. Look at me in the golden sun! What’s this chaos up ahead?
Track Name: Underrated
Let’s leave it all behind, never mind where it takes us. Because life’s so overrated. Just as long as we’re together, we can make it even further. Because life’s so overrated, and you’re so underrated. This is where it has to happen, no matter what we’re in it together. Because life’s so overrated. Say goodbye to all your trouble, close your eyes and let it happen. Because life’s so overrated, and you’re so underrated Never back down, always move it forward. Never keep up, do it your own way. Always overrated, never underrated. Sun breaks through rainy days, your life’s in tune with my time. Because life’s so overrated. Through and through you’re always there, so, be proud of who you are. Because life’s so overrated, and you’re so underrated. Never back down, always move it forward.
Track Name: Halfway
Talk is cheap but it’s better than looking fake. Up and down, you're always there for you. It’s been a hell of a ride and it’s only getting better. So take a look around you. Take a look. Meet me halfway, meet me halfway. Time to move along. Something’s always wrong. I’m right here. Where are you? Now! I don’t know why it’s never the same. Too many times, I’ve defeated myself. And it’s a hell of a time for you to start preaching. Too many people become a complication. A complication. Meet me halfway. Come together is what you’re trying to sell. But nobody’s buying, only trying to sell. And that’s a hell of a way for you to get somewhere. But selling your soul was just a start. Just a start. Meet me halfway.
Track Name: To The Edges
Tying strings so you don’t forget, while you wear a crown of debt, upon your head. Push a stroller past stripped cars, while the gentry sit in bars, collecting rent. Happy to hear about your job. Wish that I could drop you off, down the street. Because sometimes the roads diverge, and you’re no longer who you were, or what you’d be. I know it’s not your fault. No one wants to be the wall. Pushed out. Pushed out to the edges. Tying strings so you don’t forget, about your plan to get ahead. Push a stroller past stripped cars, while the gentry talk to whores, about their rent. I know it’s not your fault. Pushed out.
Track Name: Sense Of Urgency
Love’s bloom, nervous kiss. Busy hands, so tentative. Expose too much that you don’t know. Is this life chaperoned? Can’t find! A sense of urgency, is coming over me. Some things that I don’t know, you can show me. A sense of urgency, is coming over me. What kind of bird are you, that we can be free? So beautiful, so natural. Sunday best, tattered hems. We’ll hide the box of childish things, and climb the rocks with your suitcase.
Track Name: Snowdrift
I got your letter before the freeze but there’s not much I can tell. I hope your classes are going fine and your car keeps running well. We came up here, we had a dream. Uncomplicated fantasy. But I guess escape is your main theme. Stuck in a snowdrift. The oldest remembers Chicago and asks when we’ll be going back. Just the faintest feeling of the el outside on the track. The youngest’s earliest memory is the day you picked up your guitar, kissed them all on top of the head, and struggled with the latch on the door. Stuck in a snowdrift. I’ll be back in a day or two. Stay inside and watch the fire. Grab your sister and brother too, clamor up and watch the lights. ‘Cause way up here we have no streets. We chop the ice for the water beneath. Five feet wide and four feet deep. Stuck in a snowdrift. I’ll be back in day or two.