Old Habits

by Charlie Weber

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1.
Meet me in the morning on the edges of this city, help me find the venom that will make me feel more pretty I’d like to believe I could slip this skin all on my own but I can’t pry myself away from staring at my phone The answers I had gotten to questions In my past held me in a state that I thought would never last the skin I’d slipped had gotten stuck and wrapped right round my toes it held me tight and buried me until it was the only thing I’d known You are right and I am left a statue of myself and to meaningless regret the sun comes up and I stay down the same old path that lead me to who I am now
2.
Afterlife 02:40
Pass out the eulogies, spit on your enemies give up on the fear he gives a shit about your holidays It’s just paid vacation, with the minor implication that someone might actually loves you It’s nice to think we’re needed for some bigger reason, but reasonably speaking it’s just like the changing of the seasons. A natural anomaly, lacking in meaning but probably we’ll never really know the truth. What if I wrong and there’s an Afterlife. What if I’m right and you’re just wasting all your time. Praying for a fortune you’ll never win, never taking it on the chin always coming out on the loosing end… Now getting back to basics we take things for granted, the environment is fucked, yeah the wealth gap is slanted. There’s bombings in the desert, and I can’t find my sweater and it’s getting chilly in my room. Now if everything thing we needed was right here in front of me I’d never need a thing, the world would be in harmony. I’m not asking you to renounce it, just think about it logically cos somewhere down the line they lied to you. Wasting all the time that you’ve got left pushing faith in front of facts and figures saying “He’ll save us from (this)" Don’t forget to take in whats right here and now it’s like you already bought your ticket and the lights are fading down Maybe when we’re dead that’s all that happens, or maybe when your dead there’s something waiting for us. It’s just east to forget that it’s being alive that truly matter
3.
Choking down drinks with a mission in mind picking up the pieces that you left behind if i gave you my heart would you give me a break life’s too short to hide from all your mistakes pass me the bottle and I could love you again you were singing the verse and keeping the beat with your hands I told you i hate you but baby i don’t if you’re looking for a sorry well maybe I won’t oh, I see you on a Saturday night no, I feel you but it don’t feel right I still got the fuel if you’ve got the fire call me the fool who fell in love with a liar old habit’s die hard tonight you never took me out of your sights but I’m still here waiting for my prize you could take me anywhere in those eyes I won’t regret it if you won’t forget it you’re still the worst person i’ve ever met oh fuck it. Singing… oh, I see you on a Saturday night no, I feel you but it don’t feel right You found me in a fragile state, on a heart break binge again You said you’d give me anything I said I wanted everything You know I lied when you said just friends and it’s hard to see from the bottom of this bottle that this was all my fault If I had to try I’d do it all again but next take you with a grain of salt baby take me with a grain of salt oh, I see you on a Saturday night no, I feel you but it don’t feel right
4.
My heart breaks for you, cos you’ll never find the kind of love you get to keep and I can relate to you, cos you’re sitting in the same boat as me it’s hard but I’m trying to, be the better man that you want me to be but I’m sleeping across town, and you wish that I was someone else and I’m trying hard to fake this smile and make you understand this is not what I had planned It was last July, the first time I told you I ever felt this alive You gave me the hardest time, but I woke up thinking maybe thins would be alright and that’s where our hearts collide, pushing wait and worry and everything else to the sides but I’m sleeping across town, and you wish that I was someone else and I’m trying hard to fake this smile and make you understand this is not what I had planned This is not, you are not, this is not what I had thought this is not what I had planned I Can hear today, what you used say, and I still see how your hair would move when you start to sing, that same damn line by the counting crows I wonder if you knew how you got to me, I never really believed in love but if this is what you’re offering I’d like to be someone who believes
5.
Too Close 04:20
Heard the city calling, woke up to the morning rain I remembered you so fondly wonder when I’ll be back again was the kind of night that we held so tight, cos we know we’ll never get it back. In my mind the the moments were stolen, so we’d run as we cover our tracks Yeah the streets were screaming found desire for the open plains your face came to me like a vision, then it vanished without a trace It’s 32 days since I lost my way, I’ve been looking for a girl like you got burned by the heat of the moment, now I only have the scars as proof Now I know to never get too close, to hide up in your homes and board up the windows I wasn’t sure, if i could open up these doors you either fight agains the storm or just let it hit you… My head was pounding, sober thought pour through my mind Every night it’s always the same thing, kill ourselves just to feel alive you would hold me close just to let me go, when you’d say you’d always be there I wasn’t sold, crossed your fingers promised something I knew you couldn’t swear. Now I found shelter, in my own helter skeltor hoping the sky would clear up for me dust off these old bones, rip down the curtains so so the sun can shine on me…
6.
The country we knew held high on pedestals has been burning proud and bright since i was young don’t you tell me about freedom, don’t tell me about hope because the illusion of freedom means nothing at all Gather round children they lied to you that we must tear up the land just to pay our dues and no-one will suffer and no one will lose so if you’re tired of writing fiction why not tell us the truth Grab yourself some rope and pull a little tighter if you won’t budge then we won’t either I guess this is what fighting fire with fire is all about cos its the air that I breathe and my foot is in the soil how could you think we’d be so goddamn loyal So when get what you need once you’ve raped the land will you call us for help when there is nothing left you ha the supply and you filled the demand when you think about profit safety is meaningless And what about the children who cannot re act to a future of struggle for which they didn’t ask of the waste beneath the lakes and the ruined habitats so the sun the winds and rains will fight back Grab yourself some rope and pull a little tighter if you won’t budge then we won’t either I guess this is what fighting fire with fire is all about. Cos its the air that I breathe and my foot is in the soil how could you think we’d be so goddamn loyal
7.
Take me back to Folsom Prison, so I can sing the words I wrote for you I fear my train is coming, so I’ll kiss you like John kisses June. Maybe things aren’t always as they seem, and maybe I’m just trying for something more, but overtime I think I see things clearly you always have one foot out the door. I saw a face in my reflection, it looked at me like I look at you I crack a joke and then you’d smile. You kissed me like I was John and you were June. Words are so frequently misunderstood, and actions never spoke so loud before. In the late night you said everything but I still had one more… So take me back to Folsom Prison, so I can sing the words I wrote for you I fear my train is coming and the whistle only ever blows for you.
8.
June 03:56
Man it feels like I’m dying, while I’m caught in this jet stream The words are forgotten, my hearts all but rotten as I’m trying to shed this snakes skin and you deserve better, someone better than me someone who knows what they want and just how to get it and how you should be treated I’ve been lying to myself, saying time makes things better It’s good or bad weather, it’s better if i don’t leave this house Do you ever think of me, in that sharp northern air you’re always one step away, and things aren’t the same It’s hard to believe that anyone cares that I’v been screaming at the top of my lungs hoping my words might just reach you and the next time I see you I’ll sing you one of your songs I’ve been lying to myself, saying time makes things better It’s good or bad weather, it’s better if i don’t leave this house but you moved away from me, and I can’t say i blame you dreams they don’t come true, unless you are willing to lose everything I do hope that you’re happy, although i’m still standing here but now I’m taking issue with the time that I gave you and suddenly it all came so clear this is all I remember, I never said a word another heart broken melody, booze mixed with fallacy and I’m taking it out on myself
9.
It’s the midnight hours that holds our clearest thinking it’s the power in the night that wakes us in the early morn let the sweat drip down my skin, the the blood seep out my pores the candles burning low, i don’t think it can take any more It’s the feeling in my gut, that keeps me believing the choices I’ve made are headed for a perfect storm and I trust these brittle bones to carry me back home after each new defeat when the music and the beat leaves me all alone and I can’t cut loose, until I forget who, I am running from. So give me the reason, and I’ll give you anything cos I can’t remember the words that got me here or how I made your heart sing. Give me a second try and I’m sure to make you smile on a stage that’s far from home in a city we both know is alive is alive. It’s on the tip of my tongue, the feeling you gave me that I can’t quite put into words or write down on the page It’s the sound in my ear in the moment of time that brought me to life with the lights in my eyes that will keep me like a bird in a cage So give me the reason, and I’ll give you anything cos I can’t remember the words that got me here or how I made your heart sing So give me a second try and I’m sure to make you smile on a stage that’s far from home in a city we both know is alive is alive
10.
I’ve given up on dreaming, it’s those sleepy eyes that are keeping me awake and I won’t say it’s thieving, but you’re stealing the colour from my face. What do I know about you but: your face, your lips and your eyes. And you know I wouldn’t doubt you that it’s not me but this place you despise and that's alright. Now I can’t shake this feeling that ties me to the ceiling and what do I suppose could come from asking you to dance drown my course with worry, this glass half full short story and what do i suppose could come from if I just take you by the hand… I understand I can’t take the burden, you’re the straw thats breaking my back and I don’t think you heard em, but for these words I’ve been taking some flack but I thought em, so I’ll take em, and put them in a song and if they come out correctly maybe we’ll just fall in love all I need is direction cos there’s a chance I could be wrong, I could be wrong… Now I can’t shake this feeling that ties me to the ceiling and what do I suppose could come from asking you to dance drown my course with worry, this glass half full short story and what do i suppose could come from if I just take you by the hand… I understand.
11.
Forgive me if I forget to call, you’ll find me the Townes ahead. And if you’re with me I might forget to talk don’t forget the lines I wrote for you... We’ll wander in and back and forth, to places we’ve both been before After tonight you won't see me again With a memory of then and now, with a likeness I don’t resemble now... when yer gone I’ll leave a message that says. That I’m not perfect, I'm holding out for something that seems worth it and when yer gone, I hope to find the voice that takes me home Next time you see me, well you won’t; I found a road that carries with the wind. And you might find footsteps down by your way and don’t forget the nights when I said to you, I’ll try to call from time to time, it’s harder said but if you’d like I’d like to pick up where we left off. With a memory of then and now, with a likeness that won’t resemble how, When yer gone I'll leave a message that says... That I’m not perfect, I'm holding out for something that seems worth it and when yer gone, I hope to find the voice that takes me home
12.
You were a force to be reckoned with I was the boy on the viewing bridge you were the cold night stars, under the bright lights Your voice was the siren’s song I was singing the words as you lead me into the the rocks memories of heart break and ecstasy all but faded away Yeah where a quarter will steal you a kiss down on the pier with our faces into the wind it was a fixed game, but I took my chance anyway... But I got caught buying into the lights and sounds with foreign words you had underneath your spell mirrors pointed back at me as you backed away… Oh, yeah I’ve been falling for it the pictures of ghosts and the hands that you’ve slighted It’s in my throat, with the cancer that’s beside it and when the smoke is gone, you can’t keep hiding So sing me a song about your victory bonds, while you’re grinding your teeth. You’ve got the heart of an artist but a mind for the streets, but the pictures you paint aren’t very clear. Cos it’s the words that you’re telling me that are falling apart, you’re the master of illusion but you can’t read the cards is it the curtains that called you here? Oh, yeah I’ve been falling for it the pictures of ghosts and the hands that you’ve slighted It’s in my throat, with the cancer that’s beside it and when the smoke is gone, you can’t keep hiding now the smoke is gone but you keep on hiding.

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A twelve track album about making the same mistakes over and over again.

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released October 13, 2018

Charlie Weber- Guitar, Vox, Harmonica

The Glorious Failures:
Nich Longe- Drums
Mason VanGaalen- Bass
Richard Gracious- Guitars, Piano

Produced by Richard Gracious
Recorded and Mixed by Kyle Ashborne at Sugar Shack Studios, London, Ontario.
Mastered by Rob Nation at Emac Studios, London, Ontario.

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Charlie Weber & The Glorious Failures. "Award Losing" Folk Rock from London Ontario.

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