Avenues EP

by Old Pal

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Recorded and produced by Bart Thurber at House of Faith Studios in Oakland, CA. Mastered by Myles Boisen. Summer 2014.


released September 30, 2014

Shawn Wyman - Vocals, Guitar
Kristy Lewis - Vocals, Percussion
Paul Bonanos - Guitar
Jack Doyle - Guitar
Yousef Al-Shomaimri - Bass
Steve Kerwin - Drums



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Nostalgic for a past that never was, Old Pal is the musical project of Shawn Wyman & friends.

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Track Name: Mint Hill
Go rest your headache on your pillow amongst your keepsakes and sleep as your house shakes under sheets you drift like a snowflake. Up on Mint Hill we don't compromise with the buzzing of machines or the gold and silver mines. Outside cranes are lifting in the sky they move so swiftly. Below the tallest buildings there's a tree that could use a rope swing.
Track Name: Diggin' Fossils
Breath in the air of make believe. Begin with words that disappear. Red skies on the edge of land settle down skeletons at hand. Diggin' fossils where we stand. Blood flows slowly through our veins. Nothin' more than what it seems lookin' out the windows of the rent controlled apartment in the sky. Buildin' castles made of dust out of what has come to rest. Second hand clocks pass minutes slow. Waiting ain't something you do good my friend it's something you do well. Sleepin' on a different time where we met like sand and sea. Where the sunlight suits us well.
Track Name: Both Of My Lungs
I hold the hand that holds on to my own and leads me through the sand of the neighborhood that I call home. Whispers in my ear "the things you want are plain and clear but you'll never get anywhere unless you realize what's already here." Though sleeping makes me feel sick and I mix my mind with medicine, talking tends to twist my tongue, but I speak to you with both of my lungs. If I were a lake you'd be rest upon the shore beneath a sky that steeps with color like a candy store and if I were a place to stay you'd be a rooftop with a view and if I were a chord you'd be the melody that carries the tune. You don't have to understand the words. You just have to recognize the voice. You don't have to understand the world. Ah ahh ah.
Track Name: Swing, Elementary
Wear it on your head like a hat. Spin around like a dryer at the laundromat. Put it up on the wall. Hang like a picture frame. Let it fall like words from your lips, so soft you can touch 'em with your fingertips. Float around on a whim. Sound like a synonym. Lean like an evergreen. Take the things that you've come to know. Send 'em out with a stamp on an envelope. History's at your feet. Swing, elementary. Climbing on an old Elm tree, the kid that makes cathedrals out of city streets. Firefly in the yard, warm in the thunderstorm. Lean like an evergreen.
Track Name: Lot Worth Stealing
You ain't got a lot worth stealing but you got a heart that's beating down inside your chest at night andyou've got a lot to learn but just about a dollar's worth of good advice will get you by as you're tossin' in your sleep at night.
Track Name: Busy People Have the Most Time
Too many days walking around in these shoes. Too many times missing your barbeque. So many nights avoiding the telephone. So many bills for leaving the bedroom light on when there's nobody home. Every dream that I've had, gone by the time the sun fills my room. I sleep with a ghost by my bedside. You take to the streets and I'll take to the avenues. Out where the fog is thick enough to hold on to. Out where the ocean is part of the neighborhood. I've found a home for my houseplants to grow and the tap water's good.
Track Name: Tell Me A Lie
The television's on all night long. Lucid dream, rapidly. Tell me a lie that I can rely on. Talkin' me to sleep with all your insecurity. I woke up alone. I turned the radio on. I heard a voice say, "the grass is greener on the lawn." Hung out like a clothesline strung in between the place where I came from and the dream where I belong.