Hipster Salad

by Edwards Crossing

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This album is made up of the 10 songs I released in October 2013.

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released November 3, 2013

Written, recorded, and produced by Phil Di Leo in his tiny expensive bedroom in San Francisco.

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Edwards Crossing San Francisco, California

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Track Name: October Feels Warm To Me
Late last night I felt my bones thicken and start growing.
When I awoke my height was met with tones. My age had started showing.
And now I'm old.
And now I'm cold.
And now I'm bitter.
My ears have run.
The broken drums
were my baby sitters.
"The boy I am is the man I was" makes sense in a linear fashion.
And what I damn I damned because there's a difference between lust and passion.

You fear the places you love the most
Because steering clear is still too close.
You fear the places you love the most
Because steering clear is still too close.
It's still too close.

Call me young or call me old or maybe please don't call me again now.
Because every time that I pick up the phone it reminds me that something's missing.

I hear the tone of a passing note: wave goodbye to send it off.
I'm open to your loving now: wave goodbye to send it off.
OCTOBER FEELS WARM TO ME: wave goodbye to send it off.
You can move on now: wave goodbye to send it off.

And now I'm old.
And now I'm cold.
And now I'm bitter.
Let it distract you. Let it distract you. Let it out.
My ears have run.
The broken drums
were my baby sitters.
Let it distract you. Let it distract you. Let it out.
Track Name: Julian's Garden
So I took what you had grown
then walked down Tranquil Lane
not knowing where it would go.

We walked until.. we talked until..
our mouths caught up with our voices.
I am a human so I can be human from time to time.

So I guess I'm all alone.
The tress above my head want to climb me.

We walked until.. we talked until..
our mouths caught up with our voices.
I am a human so please let me be myself.
Track Name: Skin
If you need an answer well I'm sure it's no
so walk the thousand blocks of Holloway till it snows.

Skin. Cool. Coarse. Cold. Separates such:
Shiver to the touch.
Skin rises. Climate control. Worlds you said you never stole.

Fog machines in motion cloud the way to BART.
I feel no sympathy and it's tearing me apart.
Track Name: Constellations
I heard you come knocking and
I'm not one for the talking on my front door.
But sky scrapers scape the sky's knees
So it's a bloody mess on the concrete forest floor.

But 27 seems so soon though
for me to let go - compromised by the existence of a
White lighter. I hold you tighter. But I'm no fighter.
Unless.
You give me a reason. Something worth fighting for.

Uh oh.

Well a degree is a piece of paper
that you frame and display proudly on your wall.
Take that all away now. Now your picture frame is a window to it all
In what ever world you live in.
Uh oh.

We are grateful for our own lives in our own time.
We all raise our hands to the setting sun.
Like it's just begun to warm us.

We'll run through the streets shouting turn out the lights.
We want to see the stars.
We'll climb to the tops of buildings and the highest peaks.
CONSTELLATIONS: YOU are the bane of me.
So maybe I'm just ready to start the next mistake.
Track Name: Momentos
Cold breeze chaps our lips
You silly fool you let one slip
Now they know my secret
Concealed like words you don't know

Not every voice in my head is my own.
Locked up like turnstiles your memories all gone
Friends are momentos thawed over time
Now just to refreeze these memories
The good news is wrong

What if you don't solve this thing?
They May March but they cannot sing
Your letters are golden
In a silvery fog-like snow

Not every voice in my head is my own.
Locked up like turnstiles your memories all gone
Friends are momentos I lost over time
Now just to refreeze these memories
The good news is wrong

Wrong
Track Name: Achillies' Knee
I say this out of haste
so forgive me if I sound out of place.

Maybe we're better off alone and free from each other.
And now my self pity won't stop.

No on understands that I joined a band
as a means for me to cross the temptress siren seas.
I am ACHILLIES'KNEE raised from the trees.
You you cut one down so don't make a complaining sound.

Maybe we're better off alone and free from each other.
And now my self pity won't stop.