Remnants

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released October 14, 2014

All songs written and performed by Lucas Gladman

Featured Musicians:
Callie Rowe - Vocals [2,5,7]
Seth Watson - Piano [2,9]
Kaleb Burkhart - Fretless Bass [2,5,7,9], Mellotron [2]
Orion DiFranco - Mandolin [2]

Recorded at intervals between February and August of 2014
Engineered, mixed, and mastered by Colin Coffey at JSR Studios
Additional engineering by Joey Pasternak

Cover photography by Lucas Gladman, assisted by Sherine Beheiry

Thank you to Colin Coffey, Joey Pasternak, the featured musicians, Ann Gladman, Joey Hendrickson, and anyone whose constant or consistent urging has left the right fingerprints.

For Laura, that your dreams might be as safe as I hoped to feel in your arms.

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Track Name: Baby Blue
“A lot of fears,” she said.
"My god, I've got a lot of fears
and it's so obvious.”
In spite of this her eyes are wild and fierce
when she comes off bends,
in the morning before her sober settles in.
"I've been down this road," she said.
"Take it slow boy, no need to rush what will end."

"Please don't stay forever,
my heart will change with the weather."

My empty hands try to hold her's,
but she's not one for chance
since her father said
no one will ever lover her. Well, the joke’s on him
as she bites her lip,
bats her lashes, and lays those baby blues on thick.
"We shouldn't try so hard," she said,
"to keep good love from going bad."

"Please don't stay forever,
my heart may change with the weather.”
Even the promise of warm nights
couldn't keep us together.
Track Name: The Good Wife
Early February 1965.
On the day you met her,
on the day your heart came alive.
Before the birth of your two sons,
before the war stole your pride.
You drew a picture of a house
and told her, “This is yours and you are mine."

You bought a house and filled up all the rooms
with all the people that she knew.
You danced with her until the night was through—
her eyes never strayed from you.

Late November 1999.
On the day you lost your breath,
on the day she watched you die.
After you watched your sons grow tall,
after you poured a drink for the last time.
You held her hand over your heart
and told her, “This is yours and you are mine."

Well, she took the house and filled up all the rooms
with all her memories of you.
She loved that house until the roof fell through—
always wishing she had you.

She took the house and rented all the rooms
and let the people share your tomb.
She loved that house until the roof fell through—
always wishing she had you.
Well, she had you.
She had you.
She had you.
Oh, she had you.
She had you.
Track Name: Old Northwest
I can't control my inhibitions—
it's a problem my ex-wife would not put up with.
Our empty bed at home named me a suspect.
I rarely fell asleep alone, but she never had a warrant.

My new boss expects perfection.
Oh, once again I've been passed over for that promotion.
Forty hours a week at a dead end job I've had for too long...
how could anyone not drink?

My mother asks if I've been back to church yet—
another reason to expect an intervention
full of people I don't even care to look at.
Thank God her leash wore thin when I was twenty-three.
Thank God my mother's guilt won't be the death of me.

I've spent my time loving with one foot out the door
and one foot trusted, hoping and lusting.

My landlord says he'll take me to collections.
I tell him I don't have a cent to pay my rent.
Still, I walk around the corner to the market.
I'll be damned if I don't have another cigarette.
Track Name: Vagrants
The paint has grown much thinner
and there are veils of dust on pictures,
but our swollen eyes see through the faded shades and hues.

The floors, walls, and ceiling
bear witness to the love and devotion.
They help the tales of pain and loss to seem far less bitter.

Maybe these sights will bring new prudence,
maybe warm nights will come as vagrants.

This day is over now and I forgot the time,
I forgot the sound of welcome home.

These fleeting sights are more than memory,
so feed the flames and trust your feet.
Worry and loss aren’t overbearing
if we keep our hearts from growing weary.

Maybe our lives are for the better,
or maybe our cries were meant to weather.
Certainly our hearts will grow
in ways we would have never known
had we never felt the pain that breaks
even the brightest of souls.

This day is over now and I forgot the time,
I forgot the sound of welcome home.

My darling…
My darling…
Welcome home,
my darling.

This day is over now and I forgot the time,
I forgot the sound of welcome home.

This day is over now. I’m beaten,broken down,
longing for the sound of…
Oh, will this empty house ever bring the sound of welcome home.
Track Name: Eveline
Eveline, I've got eyes that want your skin,
and I have ears that hear your lips speak the sweetest sins.
My finger tips, they move in to get my fix,
but my tongue's too dull to tell you of my every wish

to take everything—
to kiss you from your head down to your feet.

Eveline, you're far less quick to dive right in.
Hell, you're hiding from the front lines like you're West Berlin.
And heaven knows that you keep me on my toes,
if we went to war you'd have my heart before the end.

So take everything,
so careful not to break what you don't need.
One thousand hours across the sea,
I'll do my best to keep my head above my feet.

So take everything,
so careful not to break what you don't need.
So take everything,
so careful not to break what you don't need.
One thousand hours across the sea,
I'll do my best to keep my head above my feet.
I'll do my best to keep my head above my feet.
I'll do my best to keep my head above my feet.
Track Name: Autumn
Come the fall to bring your leaves down
with a breeze of loneliness. 
Like the changes of autumn,
we'll change how we undress. 

Tonight, see yourself in the dark skies, 
or on the ground, falling towards the leaves. 

The setting sun won’t hold for us now.
From dawn to dusk we’ve mourned the spring
all the sown seeds we’ve embrowned—
all the ferment we’ve been left to reap.

Tonight, see yourself in the dark skies, 
or on the ground, waiting for the freeze. 
The scenery is what catches our eyes,
but you are the scenery to me

when the rain slowly comes down on you.
Like the tears on your cheeks,
from rivers to lakes they fall,
like the leaves on your tree. 

So tonight, see ourselves in the dark skies
and on the ground, waiting for the freeze. 
The scenery is what catches our eyes,
but you are the scenery to me. 
Yes, you are the scenery to me, tonight.
Track Name: Thicker Blood
I don't love you, nor do I want you.
I don't need you, but I feel you
reaching for my soul,
scratching at my heart
with those claws that you call fingers
while I'm digging old holes,
while I’m wishing for the winter—
for the soil to harden,
for my blood to run thicker.

Searching for a peace that’s yet to show…

We'll bargain for the bits
that you've left for me to pick at—
a piece of your heart
for all of my soul—
but I'll be in the ground
before the ink dries on the paper,
in a peace that thicker blood will never know.

I don't have you, but I've held you.
I don't hold you, but I've felt you
reaching out for more.
You’re telling me the secrets
that you've tossed to all those boys.
Oh, I promised and swore
to take pride from my pleasures,
but sadness is much simpler
because it's surrender.

Searching for release from what we’ll known…

We'll bargain for the bits
That you've left for me to pick at—
a piece of your heart
for all of my soul—
but I'll be in the ground
before the ink dries on the paper,
in a peace that thicker blood will never know.
Track Name: Debutante
You’ll understand her hidden language,
though you’ve never been a daughter.
You’ll understand all her misfortunes,
as if you’re the one who brought them.

She’ll search for solace in the flesh and bone
of all the things you’ll wish she’d never known—
Too consumed to be agreeable;
far too lost for love that’s meaningful.

Her mother loves her in a picture,
her father loves her in a mirror,
and she’s never known it any other way.

She’ll make you a believer,
or at the very least a sinner.
She’ll make you wish you'd never touched what you can’t tame.
Track Name: Cartography
Getting on alone, as wide eyed as a fawn,
counting coffee spoons in your solitude.

Your path has come with loss, like sidewalks under frost,
but I see it as something new——an uncharted part of you.

We'll map the coast, I'll hold you close—
your heart will rest and your skin will show
what's left of all that hides your bones,
in the aftermath of all you've ever known.
And surely, like the morning, your love will show.

You're not far from the truth that what you seek is seeking you;
if wishes were inches, I'd be next to you before the night were through.

We'll map the coast and I'll hold you close—
your heart will rest and your skin will show
what's left of all that hides your bones,
in the aftermath of all you've ever known.
And surely, like the morning, your love will show

what's left of all that hides your bones.
What's left of all that hides your bones?
What's left of all that hides your bones?
What's left of all that hides your bones?

We'll map the coast and I'll hold you close——
your heart will rest and your skin will show
what's left of all that hides your bones,
in the aftermath of all you've ever known.
In the aftermath of all you've ever known,
surely, like the morning, your love will grow.
Our love will grow.