True Story

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released May 30, 2017

Josh Ruebeck: vocals, guitar
Joe Lowry: keys
Patrick O’Reilly: guitar
Sam McHugh: bass
Nate Osher: drums

Cover art by Laura Nakasaka
Engineered by Bobby Volpendesta
Written & produced by Josh Ruebeck

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Track Name: Prelude
A long, long, time ago; once upon a dream
I may be a poor boy, but my story’s seldom told;
it’s a story you’ve heard before.
The story goes, and so and so, the pages turn again.
It’s all the same, but this time they’re happy in the end.
And I know that it won’t help,
but maybe, maybe, just maybe:
if you stay, I can ease your troubled mind.
Track Name: Tell it Again
Tell it again, you horrendous hyperventilate.
Tell it again, like you mean it this time.
Tell it again, you hypersocial hypocrite.
Tell it again, make me believe it this time.

Tell it again, you prevaricating paranorm
Tell it again, you patchfaced prick.
Tell it again, you bellyachin’ beauty show.
Tell it again, spoon me more of that shit.

Tell it again, you motherfucking melodram.
Tell it again, with your mighty pen.
Tell it again, like you don’t know that it’s wrong.
Come on, come on, make me great again.
Track Name: What the Horseman Said to Todd
What the Horseman Said to Todd, by Lewis Carroll

TODD had overtaken the Horseman, and had seated himself
comfortably on its back.

“So you’ve got to the end of our race-course?” said the Horseman. “Even though it does consist of an infinite series of distances? I thought some wiseacre or another had proved that the thing couldn’t be done?”

“It can be done,” said Todd. “It has been done! Solvitur ambulando. You see the distances were constantly diminishing; and so—”

“But if they had been constantly increasing?” the Horseman interrupted. “How then?”

“Then I shouldn’t be here,” Todd modestly replied; “and you would have got several times round the world by that time!”

“You flatter me—flatten, I mean,” said the Horseman; “for you are a heavy weight, and no mistake! Well now, would you like to hear of a race-course, that most people fancy they can get to the end of in two or three steps, while it really consists of an infinite number of distances, each one longer than the previous one?”

“Very much indeed!” said the Grecian warrior Todd, “But I’d much rather you wait until I wake up from this most discomfiting dream.”
Track Name: Home
The boy opens his eyes to a world so full of lies
that he can’t make heads or tails of anything.

But on his very first night his mum’s eyes glistening bright
of Eyore, Piglet and the Owl she’d sing.

He took it all to heart and played Chris Robin’s part,
running round the Hundred Acre Wood.

And don’t you wanna go back to that house on Pooh corner,
where we’d whisper, sing, and play
to warm against the cold,
and the best ones that we told were as simple as they came.

He plays the circle game as his dreams all fade away,
replaced one by one with newer tales.

And each time that he sees the forest for the trees,
he stumbles through as blind as the day he was born.

And someday when he’s old with children of his own,
he’ll sings his mother’s song each and every night.

And don’t you wanna go back to that house on Pooh corner,
where we’d whisper, sing, and play
to warm against the cold,
and the best ones that we told were as simple as they came.
Track Name: Talkin' Mr. Q Blues
Hey there, Mr. Q.
Where do you think you’re goin’ to?
Riding through this one horse town
in your Jalopy all broken down,
you’re broke...
tired...
Quite honestly y’seem a little less’n half full,
and I’m not talking about your gasoline.

And you too, little guy,
your heart is open and your eyes are wide.
I bet that if he asked you to,
you’d jump into a pile of poo.
Ugh...
come on, man...
You’re enabling him.

Hey there, Mr. Q.
I hear you’re quite worth talkin’ to.
Saying things so divine,
as beautiful as they are wise.
What’s that?
You’re searching for a princess?
This is America, man...
fuck off.
Track Name: Not a Love Song
I could beg, I could plead, get down on my knees and pray;
you’d never believe it anyway.
You know your own schemes, playing nightmares and dreams
to get a hold of my cold, cold heart.
I swear; I swear the moment felt so true.
I swear it was
just me and you.
I swore I’d give up everything.

Come sit by my bedside,
tell me not to cry.
Tell me what I want from you;
explain it like you always do.
It’s crazy; crazy how you always find
the words to ease
my troubled mind,
until we both fall fast asleep.

And when we wake, will you forsake
the lies you been telling for so long?
Or will you maintain your tired refrain,
make me leave without saying goodbye?
Now; now we both know how these things end:
with a kiss
and “Let’s pretend
like we won’t do it all again.”
Track Name: The End
Who said that? Was it me,
was it you, or was it her?
Whichever one is singing,
they’re the one who gets the final word.
The man behind the curtain pulls it shut
with a twinkle in his eye.
The plastic coated prophets share a look
that says they know who’s gonna die.

My hands are shaking; I won’t say it’s fine.
I’m quickly running out of story lines—
just like he’s running out of time.

It’s quite a lot of noise for such a little thing;
there’s nothing here to see.
And at the end don’t tell me
if it’s prose or if it’s poetry.
’Cause at the end you want to know
the point, the plot, the master plan.
And if there isn’t one, I bet you’ll pull it out
your ass, or anywhere you can.

My hands are shaking; I won’t say it’s fine.
I’m quickly running out of story lines—
just like he’s running out of time.

Borrowed stories, borrowed time;
pull the thread, it all unwinds.