and you​-​- (EP)

by Shohei Kobayashi

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A document of some recording adventures I had with some friends in some rooms around Portland!

I'd like to especially thank Nicholas Erickson for lending his ear to my mixing process and helping me clarify and realize my own vision of these songs.

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released December 28, 2013

drums/percussion -- Canaan Schlesinger
double bass -- David Allred
additional percussion -- Julia Cosgrove
voice/acoustic and electric guitar/piano -- Shohei Kobayashi

words and music, recording/mixing/production by Shohei Kobayashi
mastering by Nate Stoll of Soundscape City: www.soundscapecity.com

album artwork by Laura Houlberg of Child Face Productions: www.facebook.com/childfaceproductions

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Track Name: Paranoid (eaglesong)
An eagle circles high and in spiral descends.
It's after me. It's after me,
a twisting, whistling flier -- the sky, oh, it rings!
It's grimacing. It's grimacing,

and it spins and it spins and it spins,
and it spins and it spins and it spins.
All too quick I call it quits.
Let it hit. Let it hit!

A twister rips its way through his stablest ends.
It's after him. It's after him.
A heavy, steady grip pulls and flips him with ease,
but still, the trees -- a gentle breeze.

At this point, I believe, I believe.
I believe that I will never be
ever free from what I see
holding me, holding me!

Holding me, holding me,
what I see holding me.
Holding me holding me--
only me holding me!
Track Name: No Use
It's taken a while, a few years, to get where we are.
"Don't blow it," he said to himself, "like you have in the past."
Get lost in the fog in the city, set yourselves apart
from the rest of the world. Let the coil uncurl;
the tension won't last.

Oh, this is probably nothing. You're daydreamin' kid!
You'll never find love after doing what you did.

I've gotten really good at giving up hope. No means no, I know.
I know when to stop now, but I don't know when to go.
I've gotten really good at giving up hope. No means no, I know.
I know when to stop now, but I don't know when to go.

His talking sounds stupid. He's certain that she's had her fill
of the vaporous nonsense escaping his idiot lungs.
Some paranoid whispers in his head now worry him still.
He's paralyzed thinking, self-confidence sinking.
He knew this was done.

Oh, this is probably nothing. You're daydreamin' kid.
You'll never find love after doing what you did!

I've gotten really good at giving up hope. No means no, I know.
I know when to stop now, but I don't know when to go.
I've gotten really good at giving up hope. No means no, I know.
I know when to stop now, but I don't know when to go.

Maybe, just maybe I ought to say,
maybe, just maybe on a different day,
maybe, just maybe. No. It's as clear as can be.
You'll find plenty of others far better than me.

It's just sleeping gets lonely sometimes,
and you might be the best I'll ever find.

Oh, I've gotten really good at giving up hope. No means no, I know.
I know when to stop now, but I don't know when to go.
I've gotten really good at giving up hope. No means no, I know.
I know when to stop now, but I won't try anyhow.
Track Name: Crooked Back
There's no riddle in an infant. All she cares to do is smile.
A smirk you'd be hard-pressed to find or a symptom of denial.
Little darling, waving, laughs across the aisle to me
with genuine astonishment of what it is to be

responded to by someone who gives a damn about a little friendly pleasantry,
a person new to London too,
accepted by a foreigner,
a foreigner like me.

Oh, this city isn't quite the same as where I call my home,
the passers-by all side-by-side, together but alone.
It's a pity people daily pace and seldom stop to breathe
potentially forgetting about how it feels to be

responded to by someone who gives a damn about a little friendly pleasantry,
a person new to someone too,
feeling like a foreigner.
They're foreigners to me.

There's nothing strange about a stranger. It's only in your head,
but I'm guilty of the same offense. I'll be shy until I'm dead,
but I'll straighten out my crooked back,
roll my neck until it cracks,
forget my lack in bravery and look around to see
if possibly a braver soul will come and talk to me.
Track Name: On Your Own
You walked that road alone 'though you were told that it was cold.
You walked that road alone seeing if it would lead you home.
Yeah, it was warm.
They were the ones who felt the storm.

You walked that road alone despite what all the people said.
You walked that road alone. You heard that you might come out dead.
Full speed ahead.
Alive you were instead.

You walked your road alone. They said that their way would be fun.
You walked your road alone. Had you gone with them you would've had to run,
but you said, "I'll pass.
I want to see the sun.
I want to watch it rise.
So, I'll call you when I'm done.
I promise I'll call."