Latchkey

This Town

My head is busy working overtime

My heart is feeling sad and blue

I’ve got a story, but I’ve got no time

So what in the hell am I supposed to do?

Because you left me alone again

And like a fool I still pretend

That the rain will fall to the ground

And wash away this town

And now I’m walking down that railway line

Still believing that it ain’t true

The way you left me here was so unkind

It’s out with old and in with the new

Because you left me alone again

And like a fool I still pretend

That the rain will fall to the ground

And wash away this town

I haven’t seen you now in quite some time

I wanna call you but if I do

You’d just tell me that you’re doing fine

I’d say the same, but it ain’t true

Because you left me alone again

And like a fool I still pretend

That the rain will fall to the ground

And wash away this town

Reyna Cinnamon Coupé, drums, acoustic guitar, vocals

Jen Martell, harmony vocals

Nicholas Petti, electric guitar, vocals

Peter Temple, bass, engineering

John Taylor, electric guitar

Secrets

Speak now, don’t hold back

You’re not the only one who thinks their heart is black

Pour it out, don’t be afraid

What do I have to do to persuade

You that it’s worth it

The sun is buried now but let’s unearth it

There’s nothing you can say to make me run away

So hold on, keep on, roll on, sleep on it

I know you’re in pain but from where I sit

There’s nothing broken

Except the things you think should stay unspoken

Secrets kill, I’m here until

You’re ready to be open

Do it now, don’t hesitate

It only gets harder if you wait

Take my hand I know you’re scared

You’ll see it all gets better once you dare

To start talking

Like that record said there’s nothing shocking

I’m not so naïve I know you don’t believe

But hold on, keep on, roll on, sleep on it

I know you’re in pain but from where I sit

There’s nothing broken

Except the things you think should stay unspoken

Secrets kill, I’m here until

You’re ready to be open

Reyna Cinnamon Coupé, drums, harmony vocal

Jen Martell, vocals, percussion

Nicholas Petti, electric guitar, harmony vocal

Peter Temple, bass, engineering

John Taylor, electric guitar, harmony vocal

This is the Harvest

Autumn remembers summer the way you remember lovers

A flashpoint fleeting instant

Supple, stretching farther, days never growing darker

But now the light’s more distant

Call it living, call it growing

Call it reap what you’ve been sowing

This is a diamond smile, cool weather style

Time to celebrate 

Like the golden bough, you’re older now

Time slows and resonates

This is the harvest

Just like summer promised

This is the harvest

Just like summer promised

And lessons learned in May, mean so much more today

When the season’s silver

When there’s nowhere but here to be and the escape velocity is unfamiliar

Reyna Cinnamon Coupé, drums, harmony vocal

Jen Martell, vocals, percussion

Nicholas Petti, acoustic guitar, harmony vocal

Peter Temple, bass, engineering

John Taylor, electric guitar

Stems and Seeds

I got fifteen years for stems and seeds

Less than an ounce and a half of ditchweed

When I got out, looked up to see

A billboard advertising free delivery

Now I ask you for justice

Because man, I’m disgusted

I can’t get back that time, while the money men line

Their pockets with green

And my boy doesn’t know me

When I went in he was just three

Now he’s gone with the wind, might not see him again

He joined the Marines

I’m standing in line at the food bank

With a drag queen, a teacher, and a bald guy on crank

I can no longer vote and it’s hard to get work

When I check that box I’m met with a smirk

Across the street in the shadows

Are some grow hos in Danskos

Complaining about the new price per pound

Their lifestyle’s gone

But they’ve still got the Teslas

And no one’s been arrested

They look right through me, pretend they don’t see

And turn and walk on

There’s nowhere to go, ‘cause there’s nowhere to rent

So I gather my clothes and pick up my tent

This damp air’s a killer, it gets in my bones

And the cops and the tweakers won’t leave me alone

And it’s so hard to sleep well

In the morning I’ll go sell

A pint of my blood, hope I don’t get mugged

‘Cause I don’t have much fight

So I stay on the margins

And pray for a pardon

But there’s thousands of us, our lives turning to rust

It’s just not right

I hope you sleep well tonight

Reyna Cinnamon Coupé, keyboard, harmony vocal

Jen Martell, cajon, harmony vocal

Gene Parsons, pedal steel

Nicholas Petti, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, vocals

Peter Temple, bass, engineering

John Taylor, electric guitar

Burn Baby Burn

You swore you’d never forget how that snowy day felt

With ice on the roof your heart started to melt

The sun left you blind for a moment or two

You stumbled and tripped, then retied your shoe

Wherever fires burn smoke gets in the rafters

Hazy pictures turn, swirling ever faster

You can see each frame, but you can’t place the name

Burn baby burn

You didn’t have gloves and your hands almost froze

Lips chapped and raw, couldn’t feel your nose

Back at the cabin, back in the warmth

Came back to the living with the girl from the north

Wherever fires burn smoke gets in the rafters

Hazy pictures turn, swirling ever faster

You can see each frame, but you can’t place the name

Burn baby burn

Eyes like a raven, or like her coffee jet black

Lips of crushed berry, her breath was cognac

A fur on her shoulder was all she had on

Your head hit the pillow, when you woke she was gone

Wherever fires burn smoke gets in the rafters

Hazy pictures turn, swirling ever faster

You can see each frame, but you can’t place the name

Burn baby burn

Reyna Cinnamon Coupé, drums, harmony vocals

Jen Martell, vocals

Nicholas Petti, electric guitar, vocals

Peter Temple, bass, engineering

John Taylor, electric guitar

Lay Me Down

I would have you lay me down

Just like you did when we were new

You once told me not to make a sound

But that’s all I could promise you

Just another day 3X

Without you

I was searching for a guiding light

What you gave me was your burning flame

You were flying like a wounded bird

What you needed was my gilded cage

Just another day 3X

Without you

I was driving you were miles away

Just hoping that we’re still good

You were lying so I could not stay

Though we both knew that I probably should

Just another day 6X

Without you

Reyna Cinnamon Coupé, acoustic guitar, vocals

Jen Martell, cajon, percussion, harmony vocals

Gene Parsons, pedal steel

Nicholas Petti, electric guitar, harmony vocal

John Taylor, electric guitar, vocals

Peter Temple, bass, engineering

Love and Ease

Dad always said a meal should have three colors

Dad always kissed my head, pulled up the covers

Still see you now, book folded across your knees

You lived your life with so much patience, presence, love, and ease

Love and Ease

Love and Ease

Love and Ease

Love and Ease

If you didn’t know him, how could you know me

Who am I now, who will I be?

Now you’re traveling light through the mystery

But I still feel you close to me

Close to me

Close to me

Close to me

Close to me

You were always in my corner never painted me in one

For all my life, couldn’t ask for more

All I know is I love you and know that you loved me

Even though it’s different, without you here to see

‘Cause of you I’m free

‘Cause of you I’m free

‘Cause of you I’m free

‘Cause of you I’m free

Reyna Cinnamon Coupé, drums, harmony vocal

Jen Martell, vocals

Gene Parsons, pedal steel

Nicholas Petti, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, harmony vocal

Peter Temple, bass, engineering

John Taylor, electric guitar

Raise the Flag

Where does this take me, will I let it break me

Will I be okay, halfway to Monday

Can I sit here? Do I fit here?

Will you choose me or abuse me

We’re all marking time, so don’t waste mine

Can you see me, yes or no?

Are you with me ‘cause here I go

This ship of dreams is sailing, the pirate crew’s been bailing

Raise the flag

Should I worry? Call out the jury

Can you look me in the eye and testify

How bad do you want this? When things go amiss

Will you throw me overboard on the high seas

A big storm’s coming, I can feel the clouds drumming

Our little boat will toss and turn

I’ve never sailed before but I’ll reach the shore

Can you see me, yes or no?

Are you with me ‘cause here I go

This ship of dreams is sailing, the pirate crew’s been bailing

Raise the flag

It’s getting hotter, we’re taking on water, raise the flag

Batten the hatches, fight fire with matches, raise the flag

The stars are all shining, they’re realigning, raise the flag

If there be dragons, don’t haul the flag in, raise the flag

Reyna Cinnamon Coupé, drums, harmony vocal

Jen Martell, harmony vocal

Nicholas Petti, electric guitar, harmony vocal

John Taylor, electric guitar, vocals

Peter Temple, bass, engineering

Where We Come From

Waiting in the Wings

How many ways are there to be wrong

I can’t count but I have no doubt

That I’ll find all of them before too long

That’s a fact, you can bet on that

Let’s see what tomorrow brings, waiting in the wings

Is it ecstasy or dread, can the dreams escape my head

Is it a carousel of lies or the best news of my life

You won’t know till you let it go

How many ways are there to be right

More than it seems when you’re eighteen

How old must you be to see the light

I regret, I’m not there yet

Let’s see what tomorrow brings, waiting in the wings

Is it ecstasy or dread, can the dreams escape my head

Is it a carousel of lies or the best news of my life

You won’t know till you let it go

Should I scream or should I smile

Aren’t they the same after a while

Should I stop or should I start

Aren’t they the same, head and the heart

Let’s see what tomorrow brings, waiting in the wings

Is it ecstasy or dread, can the dreams escape my head

Is it a carousel of lies or the best news of my life

You won’t know till you let it go

Sam Arintok, drums

Jen Martell, vocals, percussion

Nicholas Petti, guitar, vocals, percussion

John Taylor, guitar

Peter Temple, bass, engineering

Jesus Won’t

Her father was a sheriff, who didn’t seem to care if

Things got out of hand on Friday night

He’d say, “Watch the noise, don’t want no trouble boys.”

As long as everyone involved was white

She’d kept to herself since May the 12^th, all the way to August 13th

She told her family she was cold, that’s why she slept fully clothed

And never came downstairs to eat

She told me that Jesus won’t come again

Anyway, he’s not as good a friend as heroin

Her mama was a baker, who always had to fake her

Good times with the man in her bed

She’d close her eyes and dream of her all-time double team of

Pam Anderson and Johnny Depp

As for her daughter, she’d always taught her

That sex before marriage was bad

Never mind her contortions to excuse the abortion

That no one but she knew she’d had

And she knew that Jesus won’t come again

So she cried and hid her sin, with Vicodin

At the house at 61 Oak, before anyone else awoke

She hugged her knees and rocked on the floor

She could see the world burn and with nowhere to turn

Like the raven said, “Fuck this, nevermore.”

She knew that Jesus wouldn’t come again

She’d known that since she was ten, and here it was the end.

Sam Arintok- drums, harmony vocals

Jen Martell- harmony vocals

Nicholas Petti- vocals, guitar

John Taylor- guitar 

Peter Temple- bass, engineering

Nick Rodseth- piano

Produced by Latchkey

Fly

Fifteen steps and the backpack bursts

This whole night’s gone from bad to worse

Sixteen years she’s been on this earth

And never, never once felt at home

Mom and dad think that’s something’s wrong

Maybe they’re right, she don’t belong

She pulled the pin in junior high

The thoughts come out of nowhere, she wants to know where she can fly

She can fly 4X

Night after night, pacing back and forth

She’s gotta get out, gotta get up north

The town’s a dump, her room’s a cage

She’ll never get out of working minimum wage

God only knows where she comes from

She picks up her clothes, sticks out her thumb

Car after car passes her by

She’s in the middle of nowhere, she wants to know where she can fly

Each and every night, that’s when she takes flight

Soaring higher, never looking down

And each and every day, she puts her dreams away

And she can’t wait to get out of this town

Fifteen steps and the back pack bursts

This whole night’s gone from bad to worse

Sixteen years she’s been on this earth

And there’s no future for her

Until she can fly

Sam Arintok- drums

Jen Martell- vocals, percussion

Nicholas Petti, vocals, guitar, percussion

John Taylor- guitar

Peter Temple- bass, engineering

Produced by Latchkey

Devilette

Ah, Devilette come out and play

I got the place all ready for you to stay

Pentagram drawn in a circle of bones

Candles lit by the velvet throne

Incense burning and the chalice is full

Bookshelves lined with seventeen skulls

The curtains drawn and the fire’s lit

Just waitin’ for you to pop out of it

Devilette, Devilette, Devilette, Devilette

No one loves you the way I do

Had to cast ten spells just to summon you

Now you’re in my room in the dead of night

I know I’ll never see you in the morning light

Your nails are sharp and your hair is wild

Come a little closer you demon child

Your eyes flash green when I speak your name

Come on and kiss me with your tongue of flame

Devilette, Devilette, Devilette, Devilette   

All the goth girls wanna look like you

From Lydia Lunch to Siouxsie Sioux

They put on fishnets and tease their hair

But I tell ya honey they don’t compare

Even so don’t let it go to your head

‘Cause they’re alive and you’re undead

When you’re here I can’t believe my luck

So shed your skin and baby let’s…

Devilette, Devilette, Devilette, Devilette   

Sam Arintok- drums, harmony vocals

Jen Martell- harmony vocals

Nicholas Petti- guitar, harmony vocals

John Taylor- vocals, guitar 

Peter Temple- bass, engineering

Nick Rodseth- piano

Produced by Latchkey

Where We Come From

So sorry to disappoint you I won’t do your cocaine

And when I sit beside you I won’t get where you came from

I am only human according to my game 

But when you lay your cards down  I may not feel the same way about 

Where you come from (x4)

There’s a method to my madness That’s what I tell myself 

I’m not a lady for you to put up on a shelf

Oh the further I reach it’s like the deeper I get 

in the quagmire of wonder and beauty and debt

Where I come from (x4)

Baby you’re chasing dragons through the middle of the day

Maybe if I love you hard enough They’ll go away, away

Live and let live That’s the name of the game

But something’s gotta give Cause I’m just not in the same place

That I came from (x4)

Where do you come from X3

Where do we go now

Sam Arintok- drums, harmony vocals

Jen Martell- vocals

Nicholas Petti- guitar, mandolin, harmony vocals

John Taylor- guitar

Peter Temple- bass, engineering

Anthony Serati- banjo

Produced by Latchkey

Didn’t We Say

I’m not used to feeling useless

I’m not down with being down

But change makes me anxious

And I’m not on solid ground

For such a know it all I’m surprised

That this happened right before my eyes

That what once was close now is far apart

A lot of good it does thinking you’re smart

Didn’t I tell you, didn’t you tell me, didn’t we say

Didn’t I think that, didn’t you think that, you would stay

But by tomorrow you’re in Colorado, gone away

Didn’t I tell you, didn’t you tell me, didn’t we say

There’s unfinished conversations

But my mouth just doesn’t work

I have only half the information

Most of which I’ve overheard

By now you’d think that I’d know better

That I wouldn’t feel quite so off-center

 But when the years turned to days, it threw me off

And with seconds ticking by I fear I’m lost

Didn’t I tell you, didn’t you tell me, didn’t we say

Didn’t I think that, didn’t you think that, you would stay

But by tomorrow you’re in Colorado, gone away

Didn’t I tell you, didn’t you tell me, didn’t we say

Sam Arintok- drums

Jen Martell- vocals, percussion

Nicholas Petti- vocals, guitar, synths, string arrangement

John Taylor- guitar 

Peter Temple- bass, engineering

Zoe Berna- violin

Produced by Latchkey

Winter Crow

I am a winter crow, shining black, standing in the blue-white snow

And I don’t fly in a straight line more like a drunkard when they’ve finished their jug wine

And I’m not wise, nor am I kind

I see how you treat your fellow man. He and I pick from a dirty garbage can

Crying and unshaven, he and I are both looking for safe haven

And I don’t shout, I’m not a raven

Feathers fall from the skies, like tears fall from your eyes

My treasure’s in my nest, yours in the cedar chest

Waiting for spring to come again

On the solstice eve, I fly circles, broken and bereaved

While I watch you celebrate, my heart is joyless ever since I lost my mate

Night falls, desolate

Darkness growing bold. Fires burning, the wind is blowing cold

Through this longest night, while you’re tucked in, covers pulled up tight

I’ll be the first to see the light

Feathers fall from the skies, like tears fall from your eyes

My treasure’s in my nest, yours in the cedar chest

Waiting for spring to come again

I am a winter crow, the tale’s over, told you everything I know

When the light returns once more, when the flowers bloom by your front door

We have a lot to answer for

Sam Arintok- drums, harmony vocals

Jen Martell- harmony vocals

Nicholas Petti- guitar, mandolin, harmony vocals

John Taylor- vocals, guitar 

Peter Temple- bass, engineering

Anthony Serati- banjo

Corwin Zekley- fiddle

Produced by Latchkey

Sleep

When I fell asleep it was just twilight

When I woke my hair was long and white

I was hungrier than I’d ever been

I felt my face, my cheeks were sunken in

All my life I’ve never seen a ghost

Some shadows, flickers, will-o-the wisps at most

But I’ve heard about people sleeping through

The best parts of their lives, now haven’t you

I slept through everything, like some Egyptian king

Is this the afterlife? Did I have kids, a house, a wife?

Where did the time go?       Where did the time go?

I’m asking you and you and you don’t know

And can I get back?      Can you get back?

Or should we fade to black and sleep again?

I wet my lips and looked around

Tried to call out but couldn’t make a sound

Birds were singing up above my head

The sky was turning from black to blood red

Through clouded eyes I saw my wrinkled face

And of what I was before, only a trace

On shaky steps I headed east

I could greet the new day one more time at least

Out to the golden dawn,  through the mists of Avalon

Down these empty streets, forward, not retreat

Where did the time go?      Where did the time go?

I’m asking you and you and you don’t know

And can I get back?      Can you get back?

Or should we fade to black and sleep again?

Sam Arintok- drums, harmony vocals

Jen Martell- harmony vocals

Nicholas Petti- vocals, guitar, synths, alto saxophone, string arrangement

John Taylor- guitar

Peter Temple- bass, engineering

Zoe Berna- Violin

Sebastian Mello-Garcia- trombone

Erica Gibbons- harmony vocals

Jesse Messex- tenor saxophone

Marlon Parsons-Petti- horn arrangement

Jamie Peters- harmony vocals

Nick Rodseth- B3 Organ

Rio VanBuskirk- trumpet

Produced by Latchkey