Pale Wallace

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    Pale Wallace are Jim Rioux and Guy Capecelatro III. The album was written and recorded in February of 2013 as part of the RPM Challenge. Paintings by Peter Donovan, layout by Dylan Metrano, photo by GC III, mastered by Marc McElroy.

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Pale Wallace are Jim Rioux and Guy Capecelatro III. The album was written and recorded in February of 2013 as part of the RPM Challenge.

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released June 12, 2013

Recorded and mixed by Jim Rioux and Guy Capecelatro III. Paintings by Peter Donovan, layout by Dylan Metrano, photo by GC III, mastered by Marc McElroy.

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Track Name: Here To Stay
Here to Stay

The sky got dark quick like a magic trick
But the rain didn’t come we were used to it
Worn out barren lands and these idle men
It’s the history itself we’re beat down again

When the clouds moved away I watched a plane
Wished I could lasso that thing but I’m here to stay
How did you break free from all this misery
Do you think of us here while you’re off in the city

Remember when we were kids
All the stupid shit we did
And the trouble that swirled around our heads
Drunk on stolen beer
We thought we’d disappear
And the promises of what would lie ahead

It’s worse than you remember it’s not getting better
The frost comes on early mid to late September
I drive my daddy’s truck pretend that I’m not stuck
That the weather or time will somehow change my luck

I wish away the seasons hope the next will be decent
But my needs are like leaves that blow away without reason
Sometimes when it’s dark I’ll pass your family farm
Watch from in the cab wait out the passing storm

Remember when we were kids
All the stupid shit we did
And the trouble that swirled around our heads
Drunk on stolen beer
We thought we’d disappear
And the promises of what would lie ahead
Track Name: Broken Highway
Broken Highway

I don’t wanna drive to North Dakota
Bury my mean grandmother
Drive the broken highway to my stupid home town
See the stupid fuckers who are still around

I wanna burn the bridge that leads back home
And I want my family to leave me alone
I wanna excise every scene and memory
That plays in my head like a movie

All I ever needed was a simple system
Knowing full well I’d keep my distance
Pretend that I descended from outer space
Forget that I was ever a sad disgrace

I wanna burn the bridge that leads back home
And I want my family to leave me alone
I wanna excise every scene and memory
That plays in my head like a movie

If you had seen me back then
You’d never looked at me again
I swear I’ve come so far
It doesn’t mean I’m not scarred

I wanna burn the bridge that leads back home
And I want my family to leave me alone
I wanna excise every scene and memory
That plays in my head like a movie
Track Name: Enticing
Enticing

A box of washes and bolts and Loctite
Your father’s voice your head isn’t screwed on right
The painting of your mother your aunt made
And outside the sound of a Shriner’s parade

You scratched away the days on the headboard
But you didn’t know what you were looking for
The truth is the things you tried to escape from
Are the same things that make you feel you don’t belong

If you believe in a lie
Does it make it more right
If you close your eyes
Can you see a light
Is it enticing

Anytime that you strive to get over
You’d drink yourself stupid then try and get sober
As you struggle to remember these things
They slip and they loosen and fall into dream

The birds outside are still singing your praise
While you continue to wish away days
There’s something in the way that you play the accordion
That makes it easy for you to ignore them

If you believe in a lie
Does it make it more right
If you close your eyes
Can you see a light
Is it enticing
Track Name: Rotten
Rotten

I know that I’m not handsome
I look like Charles Manson
My teeth have all grown rotten
From sweet things long forgotten

But I can still remember some things
Track Name: Virginia
Virginia

Goddamn I love flying into cities at night
The mesmerizing splay of those colored lights
The way it all lays out like some kind of circuit board
I hold my breath touch my chest and look upwards
But this night I'm holding everything thick inside
Because I don't want to fall apart before I arrive

Virginia, Virginia you’re so far away

Feels as though I'm busting at these tattered seams
And these last eight years seem some kind of in between
If I could right the wrongs of my former years
If I could stop living like a god damned racketeer
If I had something that seemed like a carrot or a stick
I might not still be mired in all this shit

Virginia, Virginia you’re so far away

There’s nothing I’ve ever owned I felt I deserved
And the concept of karma seems so absurd
But the notion of accountability
Somehow in some way it appeals to me
And if there’s a chance that I can make it right
I’ll do my best whatever it takes tonight
Track Name: There's a Cloud
There’s a Cloud

I miss the party tricks I got used to it
I’m a broken bottle a fucked up throttle

I turn in on and off like Baryshnikov
In my wildest dreams this should not be me

I can hardly say my name
Without tasting this disdain
There’s a cloud above my head
And a bird that’s nearly dead

There’s this tangled string runs through everything
And some cupid’s arrow in a land grown fallow

I miss the childish games the carefree ways
I am old and fickle I’m Trivis Bickel

I can hardly say my name
Without tasting this disdain
There’s a cloud above my head
And a bird that’s nearly dead

The hand of god hits too hard
What you call fate will devastate everything

I’m a busted clock I believe John Locke
And my tabla rasa is playing possum
Track Name: Outside
Outside

You’re in the backyard you’re by the doghouse
Smoking your cigarettes and thinking about

How you’ve lived your life since you’ve been outside
Where you thought you’d be inside of a year

You’re mother’s calling pretend you don’t hear
Make like there’s cotton stuffed in your ears

She’ll never forgive you for all that you’ve done
You’ll never be good you’ll always be wrong

You climb the old maple and sit in your tree fort
And all that’s below you’ll just ignore

You’ll fall asleep and when you awake
All your mistakes will be unmade

Would it be different would you stay clear
Jump past the pitfalls keep it all clean

You can’t be certain you can’t say for sure
All of the wrong things hold such allure

When you wake at night sometimes you grow scared
You think you’re in prison but you’re not there

She’ll never forgive you for all that you’ve done
You’ll never be good you’ll always be wrong