Headphones

by Adam Brock 4

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04:09
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03:38
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04:30
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about

There was nothing I dreaded more in my adolescence than the school year's first bus ride. There are few social situations you can't avoid in middle school. You aren't required to join clubs or sports teams, school dances are optional, teachers rarely call you out if you do your work and don't mouth off…it's easy to get lost in a crowded hallway and coast through the day in relative obscurity. This is not so on a school bus. The giant orange behemoth rumbles to a stop at the edge of your driveway. With a hiss the doors fling open and an ancient creature stares down at you, it's eyes masked by huge tinted glasses. Maybe it doesn't even have eyes! You climb the steep steps, staring at your feet, holding your breath. At the top of the stairs is the aisle--it stretches endlessly to the back of the bus and is bordered by rows and rows of hot brown bus seats, overflowing with wild laughter and crazy eyes. You start to walk, feeling their stares taking in every aspect of your appearance, searching for anomalies. And if they find one…(shudder). Your fervent bus stop prayer has been answered! You spot an empty seat and slide next to the window, unzipping the smaller compartment of your backpack and taking out a cd player and an oversized pair of headphones. And you slip them on and everything is fine. You melt into the sound and you are invisible and invincible and nothing captures and conquers the fears of your racing heart like the music streaming through those tiny speakers. That is the kind of music that has made the most difference in my life, and that is the music I dream of making. Everyone finds solace in song, regardless of age and circumstance. I hope this music serves that purpose for some. Thanks for listening!
-Adam

Adam Brock lives in Portland, OR. He wrote these three songs and recorded them in bedrooms and studios in Seattle and Portland in the winter and spring of 2013. With a few exceptions (cellos, violins, and some drums) he plays all the sounds on this recording. A huge thanks goes to Justin and Liese Freund, Scott Wilson, Lee Barbara, Tim and Jean Tingwald, and Jon Haas for being such generous and awesome friends.

www.adambrockmusic.com

credits

released 11 June 2013

Justin Freund: engineer mixing wisdom on 'Headphones' and '24'
Lee Barbara: engineer/producer extraordinaire on 'Amy' www.magicpunches.com
Scott Wilson: mastering engineer on '24' scratchstudio.com
Nick Moon: mastering engineer on 'Headphones' and 'Amy' www.nickmoon.com
Caleb Baker: engineer for string sections on 'Headphones' www.troubadourstudio.com
additional musical contributions on 'Headphones' :
Amelia Bierly (cello) www.ameliabierly.com
Robin Kim (violin) rkim@pdx.edu
Jordan Dykstra (viola) www.jordandykstra.com
photo by Kathryn Chavez: kathrynjeanette.com

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Track Name: Headphones
It's probably better not to talk about it
But I've been feeling about as blue as hell
I find something of beauty just to go without it
And lose my spirit at the sound of the bell

All the young bright boys with their jaw lines strong
I can handle it with my headphones on
With my headphones on

And the wide eyed girls if they talk to me
I don't have to look and I don't need to speak
With my headphones on

Nobody seems to have a goddamn problem
Murdering anything they don't understand
Yeah- they'll punch and beat it till it jumps out the window
And leave it bleeding broken heart in it's hand

All the young bright boys with their jaw lines strong
I can handle it with my headphones on
With my headphones on

And the wide eyed girls if they talk to me
I don't have to look and I don't need to speak
With my headphones on

And I always thought you were the one
But I never knew how much it would hurt if I
Heard a lie
I'm trying not to think too much about it

(trying not to- trying not to think- trying not to think too much about it)

Jane always keeps her kings on the very last row
I wonder if there's anymore room in the world for me
I can't believe it
I'm trying too hard not to think about it

(trying not to- trying not to think- trying not to think too much about it)
I'm still waiting for a phone call....

All the young bright boys with their jaw lines strong
I can handle it with my headphones on
With my headphones on

And the wide eyed girls if they talk to me
I don't have to look and I don't need to speak
With my headphones on

But don't ever tell anyone anything
You'll start missing everyone
Track Name: 24
Tell me is it really so selfish that I
Don't want to hear about your Romeo
or see the photos from your camera phone?
I think things should stay the way that they were before
Both of us waiting on the other one
To turn the corner and keep moving on

But if you break your heart in two
That would be more than plenty for me
I'd take the smallest part and you'd close the door
Hello 24

High school - that's how I should try and remember this
Those two summers and your mattress
Not some stranger and a wedding dress
Now I'm sick and tired of pretending to be over it
New Jersey movie and a bottle of red
He comes back running like I never did

But if you break your heart in two
That would be more than plenty for me
I'd take the smallest part and you'd close the door
Hello 24

The ring (i)s on her finger the music plays slow
Wine glasses and pearls for the champagne toast
I was invited but I stayed at home

But if you break your heart in two
That would be more than plenty for me
I'd take the smallest part and you'd close the door
Hello 24
Track Name: Amy
Amy doesn't know that a dead red rose is really nothing you should cry about
People take their chances and they fall in love without a question or a shade of doubt
Paint her a portrait she takes it apart
Rearranging her place in the pit of your heart

Underneath the covers of a silver book Amy is trying very hard to sing
Other people's pictures forming fake romances keep the dreams from ever happening
Paint her a portrait she takes it apart
That kiss on the lips was a shot in the dark

But where does she go I don't expect that you'll follow
You meant what you said oh, but the echo was hollow

You're tracing a shape that you wish would appear
Missing what never was real

Amy is alone even when she's with you and you're closest when she's not around
Still I wish she'd understand that an honest answer wouldn't hurt as much as holding out

Paint her a portrait she takes it apart
Rearranging her place in the pit of your heart

But where does she go I don't expect that you'll follow
You meant what you said oh, but the echo was hollow

You're tracing a shape that you wish would appear
Missing what never was

Real enough to taste, to touch, to feel
Let your red rose petals fall down to the floor
Leave her name on your lips but forget that you thought there was more

Paint her a portrait she takes it apart
That kiss on the lips was a shot in the dark

But where does she go I don't expect that you'll follow
You meant what you said oh, but the echo was hollow
Take care of your roses
Give them sunlight and water

Stop tracing a shape that you wish would appear
Missing what never was real