The Dan Wholey EP
by Dan Wholey
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Digital Album
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Tiny Coals
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Juicy
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Lucky
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Snakes
03:47
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Amateur Rocketry
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credits
released 11 July 2011
Dan Wholey - vocals, guitar
Jenny Dowty - bass
Danny Shekhtman - electric piano, organ, harmonium
Mike Tucker - drums
Engineered by Derik Lee and Josh Grant
Produced by Derik Lee, Josh Grant, and Dan Wholey
Mixed by Brian Goodheart
Mastered by Doug Leinen
Recorded May 2010 at MSR Studios in New York, NY
Dan Wholey - vocals, guitar
Jenny Dowty - bass
Danny Shekhtman - electric piano, organ, harmonium
Mike Tucker - drums
Engineered by Derik Lee and Josh Grant
Produced by Derik Lee, Josh Grant, and Dan Wholey
Mixed by Brian Goodheart
Mastered by Doug Leinen
Recorded May 2010 at MSR Studios in New York, NY
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- Track Name: Tiny Coals
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take the object whole
there's nothing else but halves and fractions
and who wants that?
play with the skinny foal
scrape amniotic sac off his tiny back
build a model of the titanic and sink it
then drag it back
i am the king of every single thing that no one wants to know
i lit a fire and fell asleep, and it killed everyone i know
and now i'm poking embers with sticks
blowing on the tiny coals
i lit a fire and fell asleep and it killed everyone i know
there's squirrels in my home
eating my food and acting like cuter rats
i'll chase them out alone
close windows to keep out the stealing rodents
and i hope that everything they have is gone and they don't come back
i am the king of every single thing that no one wants to know
i lit a fire and fell asleep, and it killed everyone i know
and now i'm poking embers with sticks
blowing on the tiny coals
i lit a fire and fell asleep and it killed everyone i knoooooooooooooooooooooow - Track Name: Juicy
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Gimme indie rock it used to be
Mom made sweaters, J played competently
But now we have publicists who lie about our age
And all of our new friends now play on the main stage
And we make bacon out of the pig that we once freed.
And we pay sick people to tug on our sleeves.
The Texas sun that bakes bands, it can break bands.
You run into people so busy crafting their brands.
So grab all your pitchforks and grab all your torches
And please make sure that you don’t cite any sources
Maybe it all was a dream? I used to read Spin Magazine.
As the rebound’s concerned, when there’s balls in the air
Just grab one and run with it, pretend not to care
As the rebound’s concerned, when there’s balls in the air
Just grab one and run with it, pretend not to care at all.
We hit the gym, and we cut our hair.
We do interviews where we pretend not to care.
We drop names of friends for legitimacy,
Or get bitter and contemplate complacency
And remember, the only mortal sin is to stare.
As the rebound’s concerned, when there’s balls in the air
Just grab one and run with it, pretend not to care
As the rebound’s concerned, when there’s balls in the air
Just grab one and run with it, pretend not to care at all. - Track Name: Lucky
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Yes I seem to lose as many games as I have played in
And it’s not just luck, I know I’ve been stuck,
And it is at least a bit my fault.
Now, I wanna change, I’m not deranged,
Bibles I’ll swear on
The damage is done, I’ve had too much fun,
And it’s so hard when people know your name.
But I know that I’m not the unluckiest one.
Still, day after day, nothing goes my way
I know that anything could happen
But busting your ass better get me somewhere fast
Or else I just don’t think I can do all this
If I went down southeast, hurricanes would be unleashed
And ruin cities to spite me
Just give me a break, my dues have been paid
And I need something good to happen soon. - Track Name: Snakes
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stop
look around
we've all gone to seed
acting like we're suffering from incurable disease
when everyone stops acting like the friends you knew
it could be that's what you expected them to do
don't stare too hard or else you might start looking through
take a second and come down
sit and hang around
we kind of missed the sound
that you have been known prone to make
when you aren't burning at the stake
trying to avoid the snakes
la la la la la la! - Track Name: Amateur Rocketry
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I can’t reach the sun.
I can’t breach these soils.
Out in the garden that will one day cover my bones
If I try to reach the sun.
And if we had the tools we’d shoot a rocket there.
Fire our troubles off into the thinning air.
But I can’t reach the sun.
I can’t breach these soils.
Out in the garden that will one day cover my bones
If I try to reach the sun.
Well we held a launch and everybody came,
But something went wrong and bystanders were maimed.
And all the engineers and scientists were shamed
‘cause they’re to blame. - Track Name: Draindancer / When The Rain Comes
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What have we gained? Count all of the lovers obtained.
Paint pictures with collected rain of falcons who flew away.
When nothing remains, have a drink and dance on the drains
As the juice comes unloose, drips down, and flows away.
Someone could teach you, they could figure you out.
While you sit pointing fingers, suspended in doubt.
Pouring out water, in the midst of a drought,
The enlightened children are bottoming out
Scramble the brains. Washed sheets won’t clean off the stains.
Thrown words cannot be explained when nothing is quite OK.
When nothing remains, have a drink and dance on your dreams
As the juice comes unloose, drips down, and flows away.
When the rain comes and blows the dust into the sky
Will you fall down among the waves?
When the bough breaks into shrapnel that could pierce time,
Will you pull splinters from your eyes?
Clouds are gathering now, we’re losing time.
Winds are blowing now, dust in your eye.
When the crow flies into the unforgiving sky
Will you drag it back to the ground?
When the man speaks and all his words amount to lies
Will you fight back or will you die?
Clouds are gathering now, we’re losing time.
Winds are blowing now, dust in your eye.
And we’ll all sing, to be silent would be to lie.
And we’ll all float above the waves.
