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by David Story

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A collection of new songs and hits from David Story's most recent albums. This six-song E.P. features two brand new tracks—the lover's lamentation "Don't Sing Me A Song" and a philosophical musing about time and its effects entitled "Riding The Fence." Also included are two selections each from 2010's Cold Weather Companion and 2011's Sailing Alone Around The World

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released January 24, 2012

All songs written, recorded and performed by David Story.

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Track Name: Don't Sing Me A Song
I wrote a song that can't be sung,
Bought a house on Washington
To welcome us back, back, back to where we began.
Now word's getting out we're throwing it in,
That this home's just a house again;
Folks gonna try, try, try to do what they can.

But sometimes a song can't make it all make sense;
Words and tones can't atone this offense.
What we became is not what we meant to become;
Now we can't go home.
So don't sing me a song.

Seventeen years gone in a blur,
Along with half of my furniture;
The walls echo back, back, back betrayal and mistrust.
But they offer no melody,
No uninformed elegy;
They just let it die, die, die—ashes to dust.

But sometimes a song can't make it all make sense;
Words and tones can't atone this offense.
What we became is not what we meant to become;
Now we can't go home.
So don't sing me a song.

Don't sing me a song,
As if nothing was wrong.
Don't throw me a line,
Or tell me everything's fine.
No, don't assuage the pain
With some pithy refrain.
Don't sing me a song,
Don't sing me a song.
Track Name: Riding The Fence
When you watch the tide from a decorated room where the portraits never change,
One day you'll wonder how environs so familiar could become to seem so strange,
Till you compare the color of the sun-aged wall to the wall behind a frame;
But it's more than shadows divides the ways we move along from the ways we stay the same.

It's a little bit of heartache, a little bit of joy, a little bit of indifference;
It's a little bit of chaos, a little bit of control, a little bit of riding the fence,
It's a little bit of riding the fence.

And you can't go back to a clear-coated clean slate color that never fades;
And if you take your time like a Napa Valley wine it doesn't mean you'll get better with age.
Cos we're more than some characters thrown into a movie or actors on a stage,
Where a writer and director can turn off a projector and tear out another page,
Tear out another page.

It's a little bit of heartache, a little bit of joy, a little bit of indifference;
It's a little bit of chaos, a little bit of control, a little bit of riding the fence,
It's a little bit of riding the fence.

And you can't go back…
No you can't go back…

It's a little bit of heartache, a little bit of joy, a little bit of indifference;
It's a little bit of clinging to naïveté, a little bit of losing innocence.
It's a little bit of bad luck, a little bit of good, a little bit of bearing the pain;
It's a little bit of sunlight, a little bit of blue sky, a little bit of torrential rain.
It's a little bit of chaos, a little bit of control, a little bit of indifference;
It's a little bit of lingering, a little bit of letting go, a little bit of riding the fence.
It's a little bit of riding the fence,
It's a little bit of riding the fence.

And you can't go back…
Track Name: Spanish Blue [from Cold Weather Companion]
Shall I share a sultry tune,
’Neath the January moon?
Shall we dance and watch
The Spanish hills roll past?

I’ll attempt to tell my tales
With the rumbling of the rails
While the silhouetted mountains
Fill the glass.

Roll we through the midnight hours
Via locomotive power,
And I’m losing count of all the towns we pass.

Shine your bright eyes,
Send their light my way;
You’re to me the breaking of the day.

So I wrote this song for you
In a shade of Spanish blue
From a lonely sleeper car
On a midnight train.

Should it ever reach your ears,
Should it take a hundred years,
Know that life is to be lived
And not explained.

Someday I’ll make it off this train,
With a postcard just for you,
With love from Spain.
Track Name: Last Goodbye [from Cold Weather Companion]
It’s been a long, long day,
And the sun sinks slow;
I lay down my weapons,
And I pick up the phone.
The pain in her voice,
The ache in her tone,
Before she is able to get out the words
I already know…

This is our last goodbye;
We beg of you not to go.
Lay down your body and take to the sky
Till we say our last hello.

So I pack up my car,
And I take to the road—
Three in the morning
When I finally walk in the door.
And it’s true what they say—
We notice you more
In all of the places,
In all of the ways we never noticed before.

This is our last goodbye;
We beg of you not to go.
Lay down your body and take to the sky
Till we say our last hello.

And I’m so unprepared,
I’m so lost for words;
Life ain’t always fair,
But death always hurts.

So take your leave,
Go on, bow out;
The world will keep turning,
Though we won’t know why or how.
And we won’t hold you back,
Won’t tether you down,
But you’ve made the world a little emptier
For those of us you leave on the ground.

And this is our last goodbye;
We beg of you not to go.
Lay down your body and take to the sky
Till we say our last hello.

Oh, go lay down your body and take to the sky
Till we say our last hello.
Track Name: January Jones [from Sailing Alone Around The World]
Daylight is capsizing
As the horizon takes the sun
Like a great lover going down
On December thirty-one;
Smoke is in the oxygen,
And there's bile in my blood.

Is there no solution
For all this pollution?
I've made my resolutions,
Already broken every one;
So midnight come,
01-01.

Cos I need an angel to clear the air,
And I need a lover's lips to kiss in ole Times Square;
I wanna hear the masses singing "Auld Lang Syne",
Cos I need a New Year,
I need a New Year's Day.

Scatter the confetti,
And roll away the stones;
I need a commencement,
Oh, I can feel it in my bones;
Got a craving for a carte blanche,
Got the January jones.

I'm not waiting forever,
It's now or it's never;
We'll end up together,
Or we'll end up alone;
So midnight come,
Grab your coat,
I'm taking you home.

Cos I need an angel to clear the air,
And I need a lover's lips to kiss in ole Times Square;
I wanna hear the masses singing "Auld Lang Syne",
Cos I need a New Year,
I need a New Year's Day.

I want you like a child wants December twenty-five.
But I need you, I need you , I need you…

And I need an angel to clear the air,
And I need a lover's lips to kiss in ole Times Square;
I wanna hear those masses singing "Auld Lang Syne",
Cos I need a New Year,
Oh, please be my New Year's Day.
Track Name: Sailing Alone Around The World [from Sailing Alone Around The World]
It's half past for in the morning,
The coffee's running dry;
Another hour and I will rise
With the sun into the Bangkok sky.

This long, lorn year's taught me something
I guess I've always known:
What good is sailing 'round the world
If you're sailing 'round the world alone?

Oh-ooo…
Oh-ooo…
Oh-ooo…

I busked my tune for those who listened,
Shared a glass of wine beneath the stars;
I can't forget the way the Riviera glistened,
Can't remember the way to where you are.

I slept in terminals and stations,
On northbound high-speed trains,
Dreaming of the day that I awaken
To your sweet voice whispering my name.

Oh-ooo…
Oh-ooo…
Oh-ooo…

We'd lie there lazy for a moment,
The rhythm of the rain above our heads,
The thunder of little footsteps coming,
And our children running to our bed.

But it's half past four in the morning,
And no such sounds are to be heard;
There's a sea that I must go on exploring,
Sailing alone around the world.

Oh-ooo…
Oh-ooo…
Oh-ooo…

Oh-ooo…
Oh-ooo…
Oh-ooo…