Call It A Custom

by Lennon P. Bone

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WARNING :: I drop the F-Bomb in one song. Cover the kids ears...

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released 10 September 2013

Produced and mixed by Lennon P. Bone :: www.lennonbone.com

Artwork by Matthew Vargas :: www.zilliezephyr.com

Lennon P. Bone - Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Trumpet, Keys, Drums, Programming

Grant Zubritsky - Bass, Guitar and/or Synth on "They All Seem To Know" and "Call It A Custom"

Thom Hoglen - Bass on "Sinking Feelings"

Tom Deis - Guitar on "Sinking Feelings"

Mike Cantillon - Vocals on "Sinking Feelings" and "Call It A Custom"

Tom Cantillon - Vocals on "Call It A Custom"

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Track Name: They All Seem To Know
The night moon draws the crest off the cape.
Stretched out on the sand I pretend to be awake.
Drunk words, fumbled thoughts, and we all lay still.

What do they all mean to me
besides a steady stream of "what could be"?
I need them just the same.
I need them just the same.
I'm lacking confidence, but I'm the only one to blame.

They all seem to know me, since they all know my name.

Jess said, in a dream I had
"When you're empty inside, you're so much more of a man."

They all seem to know me, since they all know my name.
Track Name: Sinking Feelings
Done.
Today I'm done.
I'd hide behind the things that I've made mine,
But I can't count for one.

Left up to me
I'd bury my feet, and keep you company.

Everybody's saying that we only live once.
I've got this sinking feeling I haven't lived in months.

Charging out like a curse I called upon
All my ideas are still born with a flower on their grave.
What we do gains to benefit, can't leave it all because of it.
Don't you fill my mind with patronizing compliments,
Unless you act on it.
Look at me.
I need to be seen.
Track Name: Leave It To Us
Profound words aren't my specialty,
So I don't know what this is worth.
All I've got is this melody
Someone else got to first.

I'm growing impatient
Wishing I could fuck the whole thing up.

If you leave this up to us
It may never get done.

I wait for my day, always disappointed.
It's time I move, cuz what I've got is worth more than your choices.

I'm growing impatient
Wishing I could fuck the whole thing up.

If you leave this up to us
It may never get done.
Track Name: Call It A Custom
Feeling like these are my last days.
Each one that passes is stolen away.
The hours, they don't get shorter, it seems.
They just keep on passing by me.

They call it a custom to fade away.

When I get home, don't bury my bones
Burn 'em to the earth they came from.
I won't be gone, though you'll feel alone.
Selfishly able, I'd take you along.
But you'll be fine, 'till you'll be mine again.

They call it a custom to fade away.