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Wired

by Bray

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1.
I want an escape, a way to get away from this god forsaken place The air is thickening with the words that we fired, and it has worn me sick and tired. I don’t ever want to go home, so let’s just drive slow. Let the thoughts in my head take the wheel just for awhile they consume me, taking me that extra mile where i can pretend to be happy. No sense of direction, exactly where I don’t want to be. I don’t ever want to go home, so let’s just drive slow That’s right, I’m lost in a world of darkness, and no lights, no lights could save me, save me from myself. I don’t ever want to go home, so let’s just drive slow. Let’s drive slow down Old Milltown Road.
2.
Dial Tone 03:25
Biting nails so low that skin is ripping from bone. The pain helps to cope with wanting to be alone. The lights are on but no one’s home. My phone’s off the hook just to hear the dial tone. The nails I swallow can’t digest, like regret filling my head that won’t lay to rest. I dress to impress everyone but myself. I’m sick of always being last to get a trophy on the shelf. No one can reach me. My nail beds are bleeding from the thought of breaking the news. Oh well, I’ll just play my blues over and over in my head. Staying up all night in my bed. Packing my life in a car. Heading home where wounds can scar. The nails I swallow can’t digest, like regret filling my head that won’t lay to rest. I dress to impress everyone but myself. I’m sick of always being last to get a trophy on the shelf. I’m so sick of this. I’m so sick.
3.
Clothespin 02:35
They know where I live. They know where I rest my head. They know when I’ll let my guard down. They know what time I go to bed. In the end we all get what we deserve, like me. My veins have been drained of any feeling and care i had left. I want to stay in basement alone. It knows how to protect me from everything outside. Stick hooks in my back and hang me out to dry. Hang me out to dry. Hang me out to dry. Hang me out to dry. Nerve endings going numb. I won’t get the warning signs. Hang me out to dry. I won’t get the warning signs. Hang me out to dry. Go! And as my brain rots, I let them do just what they want until I lose feeling in everything. I’m transparent, a ghost you see. I’m the shallow puddle you step through in the street. In the end we all get what we deserve, like me. My veins have been drained of any feeling and care i had left. I want to stay in basement alone. It knows how to protect me from everything outside. I’m afraid of being alive.
4.
I missed the deadline by a matter of days. How can hearts be so delayed? And now i sit up all night alone wondering if and when you’ll come home, but I gave up my right to know. Take, Take, Take me home tonight and maybe I can change your mind. Regret to my right, selfishness to my left. They’re telling me to take that next step right off the ledge. And guess what they said next? That “you’re already dead, yeah you’re already dead.” Take, Take, Take me home tonight and maybe I can change your mind. If I were to die tonight you’d be the one I’d call. Just to hear your voice one last time before my final curtain falls. And as I drift away you’d make me feel less afraid. But I don’t think you’d bother to pick up your phone at all. Just don’t write me off.
5.
Exit 33 04:21
The wind is blowing through my hair. Dreaming in between rays of light with nothing but clear skies in sight. And I’m feeling alright. I can’t get your image out of my mind. I can’t pretend that we didn’t share time. I dream of hearts and highway signs with fixed gazes and warming smiles. I wonder where you are right now. But it seems that I’ll never find out. I can’t get your image out of my mind. I can’t pretend that we didn’t share time. I dream of hearts and highway signs with fixed gazes and warming smiles. I hope that this songs brings me to you and then we can see each other once again.
6.
Wired 03:57
Here’s a weather update of my mind. It’s raining with grey skies all the time. I turned on the news only to find that the world is crumbling right before my eyes. But what can I do to quell our demise when I’m just another number waiting in line? I woke up this morning haunted by my dreams. It got me to realize I just can’t believe a thing I see in those damn romantic comedies. I turned on the news only to find that the world is crumbling right before my eyes. Maybe curiosity isn’t what it’s all made out to be. Maybe just not for me. I don’t want it to be. Is it wrong that I feel guilty all the time? Well I’m wired off coffee, I’ll be up all night. I turned on the news only to find that the world is crumbling right before my eyes. I’m selfish and anxious, I’m barely alive. I really must be losing my mind. I’m starting to realize that I’m running out of time. And I’m starting to believe I may have lost my only light. So send me back into the night.
7.
Smash my bones Into dust for mortar and stone. Building walls to my prison cell Where I can dwell for now As I shut down. Down for the count. And if I stay right here forever, Maybe my heart of stone could weather Away in the rain. Assuming the worst. Every synapse is cursed. Always hoping for the best no wonder I’m such a pathetic mess now. Watch me shut down. Down for the count. And if I stay right here forever, Maybe my heart of stone could weather Away in the rain. I am shut down.
8.
Search Party 04:09
An hour has past that I’m never getting back. I’m a ship lost at sea. No search party bothered to come for me. A forgotten soul with my grave marked unknown. I’m the chill that’s so deep it bites your bones. Hollowed and empty like a rotting oak, I fall apart as I decompose. Powerless against old habits, I know They’ll wrap their fingers right around my throat. I’m becoming a shell of the person I was, A play in an empty theater with no applause. A wanderer with no home nowhere to belong. Fired because the job was done all wrong. There’s that feeling you get when someone is watching you but no one is there. The doorknobs rattle when you’re home alone. Footsteps that no one can claim are theirs. I’m the ghost that haunts your halls The creaks and silence the house breathing through its walls. I’m the absence of sleep at night The morning after blacking out, so confused and contrite. My show is over, its been going on for twenty years too long. I’ll bow out silently, so no one will even notice that I’ve gone.
9.
These walls are paper thin. Life bleeding through and seeping in. I was grinding down my teeth over things that are only skin deep. Three fortnights of misery. Well I’m ready to get back on my feet. Frozen thoughts turned to snowbroth beneath me. I’m done breathing so critically. Allowing frigid thoughts to get the best of me. But I am getting my dose of , my dose of apricity. Three fortnights of misery. Well I’m ready to get back on my feet. Frozen thoughts turned to snowbroth beneath me. I’m done breathing so critically.
10.
Crossroad 02:39
Abandon all I know. Winding up at a crossroad. Left stranded and helpless. Seemingly directionless. Sometimes love means letting go. These feelings will melt like the falling snow. Sometimes love means letting go and hoping one day it will fly back home. No signs or map for guidance to reach that inner alliance we spend a lifetime trying to find. The one between heart and mind. Sometimes love means letting go. These feelings will melt like the falling snow. Sometimes love means letting go and hoping one day it will fly back home. If I could only persuade the sun to always shine and wipe the skies clear at night, then I could sleep just fine. Sometimes love means letting go. These feelings will melt like the falling snow. Sometimes love means letting go and hoping one day it will fly back home.
11.
Mourning sun peering from behind the leaves. My breathing escapes so delicately. Day to day my worth degrades. Am I just fishing with hand grenades? Hardened earth against my back, unforgiving. Red pools as I bleed. Life flowing, fleeting. Day to day my worth degrades. Am I just fishing with hand grenades? The world stays on pace, as I settle into my resting place. The trees just turn a blind eye, and the clouds continue to float on by, as I breathe out my life.

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released September 16, 2014

Bray is Frank Funigiello, Kyle Sisco, and Nate Wind

Recorded November 2013-May 2014 in Studios A, B, & C at SUNY Oneonta, Oneonta, NY
Produced by Alex Sader, Mike Deyo, Matt Wilbur, & Bray
Engineered by Alex Sader, Mike Deyo, & Matt Wilbur
Mixed and Mastered by Gregory Dunn of Greg Dunn Recording, NY
Manufactured by Nationwide Discs, Richland Hills, TX

All Songs Written by Bray
All Lyrics Written by Frank Funigiello
Vocals, Guitar by Frank Funigiello
Bass, Vocals by Kyle Sisco
Drums, Vocals by Nate Wind
Saxophones on Tracks 2, 6, 8, & 10 by Frank Funigiello
Auxiliary Percussion on Search Party by Alex Sader, Nate Wind, Frank Funigiello
Photographs/Artwork by Lauren Boggio & Alexander Butfilowski of Alexander Butfilowski Photo (www.flickr.com/photos/alexanderbphoto/)
Layout by Alexander Butfilowski, Lauren Boggio, and Bray


THANK YOU: Sader, for everything: being a driving force in this album becoming a reality, all of the advice, the long days and nights, putting up with our antics, letting us sleep on his couch and drink his coffee, and teaching us that paprika tastes delicious on eggs. Deyo and Wilbur, for picking up the pieces. Ryan, for giving us a start on this album. The Red Dragon Records and Music Industry Club family, for this great opportunity to do what we love. Alex and Lauren, for sharing their time and talents with us to make this album look better than we could have ever imagined. Dan Mackey, for going to all of our shows and for supporting us every step of the way. Our roommates and friends, for putting up with our constant noise. Garrett, for his angel pic as a source of inspiration. Dr. Seuss, for writing Oh, The Places You’ll Go!. Kaler of The Redemption Movement, for his hospitality and giving us a venue to always call home. Greg, for agreeing to work with us on this album with roughly a week’s notice and being so flexible with his busy schedule. Elio, and the rest of our friends and families, for all of their endless love and support; and for laughing at our terrible jokes. And last, but certainly not least, every person who has ever gone or ever will go to a show, listen to our music, share our music, buy merch, or support us in any way; this would be impossible without you. Without you, we would be playing to no one. So thank you for the support. This album is for you.

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We're a three piece from Oneonta, NY.
Frank Funigiello - Guitar/Vocals
Kyle Sisco - Bass/Vocals
Nate Wind - Drums/Vocals

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