What Lies Beneath The Parkway North

by Flammable Animals

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Nick Timoniere These dudes are good friends of mine and they're super talented. I couldn't be more proud of them and how this record came out. Killer tunes. Favorite track: Four Missed Calls.
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released March 5, 2015

Produced by Stephen Kellner and Flammable Animals

Engineered, Mixed, & Mastered by Stephen Kellner

Artwork by Michael Burke, Summerlyn Astrom, Alexis Morrison, & Erin Holmes

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Track Name: Frozen Grapes
You’re insane, like a bandit
Outraged and demanding
You don’t speak, you just blend in
It’s not me, who’s offended

I’ll spray paint a canvas
And teach myself to swim in blood
Thanks for all you’ve handled
It didn’t even spark enough.
I’ll spray paint the ceiling
And teach a robot how to love
Thanks for your discretion
The viewers couldn’t get enough.

It’s true, what they left out
Four weeks and a countdown
Somewhere there’s a victim
Drawn to an addiction

So don’t save a civilian Just wait till they’re sealed in
I’m not sold on this new deal Was just told that it’s not real
Don’t hold on to false hope I just bought a new rope
Let’s hang in the bathroom We’ll be heroes when they find out

I’ll spray paint a canvas
And teach myself to swim in blood
Thanks for all you’ve handled
It didn’t even spark enough.
I’ll spray paint the ceiling
And teach a robot how to love
Thanks for your discretion
The viewers couldn’t get enough.
Track Name: Pescara
Pescara, you had me
At hotel room with champagne
I’d give you, my last love
In exchange for all this distance

Your palms are a work of art
And what better way to start the day
Than writing our names, in the sand
Walking on the beach, hand in hand
The sunlight it gets to me
We swim until you’re in my arms
But then I think this can’t work out
There are other beaches where I’m from
Some are waiting for me back home

Pescara, you had me
At hotel room with champagne
I’d give you, my last love
In exchange for all this distance

Just a little sin would hurt less
I’m thankful for the progress
But the matter won’t make sense
Until we wake up
You make me want to hate my home
Don’t doom me from this place I know
Because you are just one and that I’m sure
That I will be back for more

Pescara, you had me
At hotel room with champagne
I’d give you, my last love
In exchange for all this distance
I couldn’t even taste the taste back home
After one week I’m scared and alone
Who would have called this “hit or miss”?
Choking on the sand, your salty kiss
Track Name: Horror Films (Joe's Song)
Well I’m half awake, set by dull routines
Forming lines of dead poetry
Screaming “help I fell, down the stairs again”
As my wife comes to shut the light


Yeah I drift away
I’m a sore mistake
Based on memoires we can’t outweigh
Leaving out the blanks
Of that poem I wrote
Then I realize I’m all alone

You’re innocent
So kill the king at once
It’s common sense

Yea there’s a thirst for red, inching toward revenge
Constant chills run through his head.
And night began to shed, brilliant dissonance
As she went on to…

Reel by reel we are expected to applaud
After hours of defeat, a whole album done wrong
There’s no justice or sleep for the week
Clocks and pendulums laughing at me

But you hold on
To chivalry, this fake disease
You hold on

You’re innocent
So kill the king at once
It’s common sense
Track Name: What Lies Beneath The Parkway North
Where does it say, you can get away with being self absorbed
A sad fact you made, that anyone who’s anyone can change.
Well breaking news, the kids who were told no got up and said, “We won’t be”
Thrown in this ticket game for blood, we can’t do this; we’ve had enough,
So help me
So help me

You don’t understand
You don’t understand
As we reach, our own defeat
The foolproof lock is bittersweet
Constantly told to believe
The better things break easily

What lies beneath, the Parkway North still clinging on to me?
Discrepancies, for all those things that made us lose our seats
We hold it well, the latest joke that let the B-Roll sell
Or clientele, making sure that Pat’s alive and well.

You don’t understand
You don’t understand
As we reach, our own defeat
The foolproof lock is bittersweet
Constantly told to believe
The better things break easily
Track Name: Four Missed Calls
In one way I am, grounded by sequence
Hoping that you’re, home okay
Twisted, fragile, open to the silence
Wishing you’re here today
I’m wishing you’re here today

Yes I sleep alone
And write when I am cold
I’ll call you when
I’ll call you when you’re home

In one way I had mistook you for an angel
It was the look you threw at me
Your eyes were open and able
To draw the breath straight out of me

Yes I sleep alone
And write when I am cold
I’ll call you when
I’ll call you when you’re home