Economy of Sound Realeased June, 2001 Mammoth Records The Economy of Sound was the beginning of something new for us. We had parted ways with our old guitarist and made plans to continue as a trio, and hire a guitar player for touring. I never considered myself anything more than a rhythm guitarist, so I knew going into the studio I wanted to bring in another sound. We met Thomas Juliano through a mutual friend. We added songs over a year period before finally releasing the record to our first taste, however small, of critical success. Unfortunately, no one ever really heard the record. Our label went belly-up, and the parent company wasn’t interested in keeping us. It is no small victory that we’ve held on this long, four extremely different personalities, four different outlooks on our future. When one of us fades the next guy picks up the slack, as it should be. All of us could be doing other things, but I know deep down we all want to leave this ride on the way up. Not to mention it doesn’t get much better than traveling around, playing songs you wrote with your best friends, to anyone who will give it a chance. ~ Jason Ross Songs Audio Sleepwalking mp3 Wait Faster Summer Is Over mp3 Honey Still I Find You Breakdown Man In Control? Zeroes and Ones mp3 First Time Believers Steal A Car Tug Bonus Track Don't Walk With The Devil Sleepwalking I awoke in a sinking Manhattan. I played in drunken cathedrals. There were businessmen in armchairs. With namebrands and short hair. Detonating with evil. So I scratched out the eyes of all my past lives. And gathered my crooked flowers. The gardener grins as the toothache begins. And the angels sing free from the towers. Can't stop this sleepwalking. Can't stop my mind. Holy laughter in the river with Ginsey. I saw John in heaven dancing with Buddha. Dropping pennies of X on the genXers heads. Singing couldawouldashoulda. In my dreams I've seen things naked and puzzled. My future fluorescent and dark. And my spies realize that my hope's euthanized. By the paranoid ape in my heart. Can't stop this sleepwalking. Can't stop my mind from talking. The prisoner in my head. Scares me to death. Back To Top Wait I imagine long walks down the road. Things begin to bloom and the sky explodes. The damage is undone, and then I know. This has got to be a dream. Machines and luxuries don't last. I took my sleep for granted in the past. And I woke up half-dead in the hourglass. Why does that sound funny? Wait, you're almost there it's gone. You're almost there it's gone. You're almost where what follows you, does not bother you. I have walked the tightrope parts of me. I towed the line just far enough to see. I never found a gift you get for free. You pay for them dearly. I see my forever as one long night. If I can make it dark then I can make it light. I know that most of living done is done in the mind. Only thought survives. Are you tired? Are you uninspired? Has the miscommunication tried to eat you up inside. I am here, and you are here. And everything I want to know. Sleeps between your ears. Back To Top Faster As I step out into space. I wonder what you would say. If you knew that I was here. Perfecting my mistakes. I poured that gasoline. Last drop to the machine. And I drove that metal. As far away. Do you really want to go much faster? Anything less than love is disaster. Do you really want to drag my heart around? I feel it like the sun. A wave that you've become . It settles on my tongue. It's something that I want. I'm a picture of a boy. Who likes to draw the line. Between himself and earth. To find out what he's worth. Stop and decide if you want this. Before tearing it down. I'm alone by my design. Have you been waiting there by a phone? For someone to call. Who calls your name, calls you home. I used to be a rider. And never had to choose. Now that I'm the driver. There's so much more to lose. Back To Top Summer is Over Every season has a lesson to be learned. When all the love is piled, pushed aside, and is burned. No more driving with the top pulled down or laying on the beach. When your winter comes you're so out of reach. Summer is over. Leaves have all changed. Good people hiding themselves again. I have been burned by the sun. Cold weather run. Everybody has a friend to drive them home. When all the bars have closed and ice is in bloom. I could almost see your breath. When you pulled away, stationwagonesque, wood-paneling pain. Stare at the sun as it's passing you by and changing your life just means changing your mind. Are you changing your mind? Back To Top Honey Had a dream. And you were my dream. Saw your face. Real in a dream. Sugar mouth. Stings like a bee. Dreams with me at night. Come around. An image of you. And I want. The most I can get. Come around. And I'll bet the rent. You're angel walking street. Knowing each little mystery in me. Ok, well nobody knows my truest name. Bet you yours is the same. You make me feel good. Can't get you off the tip of my tongue. You're Honey. In my mouth. Your satisfaction is the drug that I'm on. When my condition is dragging me down. You drown the ugliness out. Ok. In a word. You sold me a gift. And the word. No longer could fit. What you mean. And that word is: free. Free to change and move. And we climb. The ladder to heaven. In my dream, we're climbing to heaven. A sublime satisfaction is waiting. Waiting to be consumed. As soon as you make a move. Ok, nobody knows my truest name. Bet you yours is the same. You make me feel good. I know you have a plan to break away. Yes, I overheard. Yes, I heard what you said. Yes, I heard what you said. Ok. Pack your bags and slip out. Back To Top Still I Find You You and I have tried to pretend. We both exist inside of a dream. In my life, from beginning to end, no stranger thing has happened to me. I went from highland, straight thru the desert. I had to suffer my own mistakes. I went from daylight, straight thru the nighttime. I barely lived thru my own mistakes. And still I find you waiting for me on the other side. In my head I play my own god. I take myself too seriously. Wasted time, broke all my rules, and still you are moving closer to me. I went from highland, straight thru the desert. I had to suffer my own mistakes. I went from daylight, straight thru the nighttime. I barely lived thru my own mistakes. And still I find you waiting for me on the other side. She tries with all her might. To find a way inside of me. Oh doesn't she want to be deep inside of me?. I have been such a fool. Never wanting to believe it's true. And still I find you waiting for me on the other side. Does she love me the way she says she does? Why wouldn't she? Does she love me the way she says she does? Why wouldn't she? And still I find you... Back To Top Breakdown I get you ready for the breakdown. I'm the feeling inside you that just wants to explode. I never sugarcoat a shakedown. So empty all your pockets of the things that you think you know. You can bow to the prophet. You can make him an offer. But you're gonna reap what you sow. I get you ready for the breakdown. I'm the feeling inside you . You know you will never control. Do you know what you're runnin' on? I know the sound that drags you downtown. Drags you from your job and the hardwired boredom of house. I see you changing from the neck down. Do you walk it like you talk it? Or say it just to hear it out loud? You can drag it for miles. You can make it your style. Never do you much good in the ground. I get you ready for the breakdown. I'm the something inside you that makes you want to slither and howl. Do you know what you're runnin' on? One good love so don't let it breakdown. Something in there that never should shutdown. Your precious will. Feed your precious will. Guard your precious will. Your precious will. I get you ready for the breakdown. The finest minds of my generation are all connected to the zeroes and ones. By now you know this is a shakedown. So empty all your pockets of the things you thought you had done. I bowed to the prophet. And I did it so often. He said, "man, you look good in my clothes..". I get you ready for the breakdown, I'm the feeling inside you. It just wants to explode. Do you know what you're runnin' on? Answer: Your Precious Will. Back To Top Man in Control? I count the cracks in the pavement. Where the weeds and wishes grow. Every car is a reminder. That there's someplace else to go. I steal a moment beside you. Can you hear me whispering? I don't know what divides you. And I wonder if it's me. I'm a man who needs control. A little space, just to soothe my soul. And sometimes I'm too far away. I'm well enough to believe your lies. And sick enough to believe you're mine. If it's painful just because. Don't be surprised if you're in love. Back To Top Zeroes and Ones \She talks to her television. Changing channels with her mind. When this new \world turns politic, she just slips in between their sighs. And we talk when the talking is good. Saying over and over. Maybe we should run. While the running is run down. I know forgiveness tastes like dry salt in your mouth. I temper all the alcohol with names that I don't say out loud. There's a cloud that hangs around my house. Electric signals, zeroes and ones. They accompany the Headline News with hairpin turns and domestic bombs. And I look when the looking is good. But I can't ever uncover. All the faces I turned away slowly turned into one another. I have made my decision to hang around inside. But I can't get to the places that I want to go from where I hide. Believe the path is round. Over and over. A peaceful underground. Hiding from the numbers. Believe in living cells. I know you're heavy bored. Belief in peace invents a man with a heart of gold. Peace don't betray me now. I'll find you out, in the empty corners of a restless mind. I have made my illusions bend. I bury them when I shut my eyes. I would hold hands, if holding was good. If it could hold us together. Zeroes and ones, zeroes and ones. Yes, your name's become a number. I have made my decision to hang around inside. But I can't get to the places that I want to go from where I hide. No, I'll never find the places that I want to go from where I hide. Back To Top First Time Believers I am a tiny machinist. I have the smallest plans. I have a mind television. The gift of idle hands. I've been re-educated. To bleed technology. Even more complicated than the machines who made me. I'm a wasteland messiah. I'm a train run off the track. I'm a first time believer in. What might never always does. Come back...There was a blackhole voice. An interrupted transmission. It said to free yourself. And that fear is your submission. I have the tiny tools. To finish what I start. I have the vacuum tubes to eat your little hearts. I'm a wasteland messiah. I'm a train run off the track. I'm a first time believer in. What might never always does come back. I'm a ghost with a name. I'm the now and never past. I'm a first time believer in what might never always does. Come back. Yes, I want you. Yes, I want your mind. Blow it every time. They say it's darker when a little light goes out than if it never had shone. Of this I have no doubt. I drove the 44. To sun coming up sky. And when I saw their cars, I just smiled in my surprise. Little wasteland messiahs. Little trains run off the track. Little first time believers in. What might never always does. Come. Little ghosts with a name. Little now and never past. Little first time believers in. What might never always does. Come back. Back To Top Steal a Car I want to know just what you're keeping in your pocket. I want to taste it before anybody knows its name. You can hide in here with me. I'll take all the blame. I need to know just what you're keeping in your pocket. I need to know it before anybody gets a piece. I want to take it home with me. I can't share with anyone. You steal a car I'll steal the cash. And then we're really movin'. The only life worth losin' is the one that I can't spend with you. I'll make a deal if you can deal with my devil. We'll trade our souls and then I ruin you, you ruin me. It's the best most people do. But I'm sure we'll make it through. We'll dig a hole where we can hide from your upbringing. We'll let them visit but we know that it is just pretend. Like we really give a damn about their town or government. You change your face you change your name. And then all you are are changin'. I see you rearrangin'. But I know you're just the same inside. You steal a car I'll steal the cash. And then we're gonna move it. The only life worth losin' is the one that I can't spend with you. Back To Top Tug Little miss runs away. Didn't think you would ever come back. As I turned my head. I find my newest complication. She won't run. Won't fall. She don't talk to. Anyone at all. Am I your sleepless dream? Can I whisper soft advice? Am I the wind rush through the trees? Turning leaves of observation. She won't run. And won't fall. She don't talk to. Anyone at all. River rushes towards. A south city left behind. The Tug is moving at a walking pace. Slithering up her spine. I won't run. I won't fall. I don't talk to. Anyone at all. Back To Top Bonus Track! Don't Walk with the Devil day&nightdriving Dis/Location Economy of Sound Orange Ave Rock Crown American Standard