Keepin' The Family

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04:22
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03:19
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05:14
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05:10

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Debut Independent Release 6/22/16

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released June 22, 2016

1) Wet Snow
2) Coastline
3) Charlotte's Web
4) Camelot
5) Road Trip

The band on all songs is,
Cicada Head - vocals and acoustic guitar
Michael Winnicki - drums
Joseph Giambusso - bass
Russell Gottlieb - banjo, electric guitar (track 4)
George Maher - trumpet, vocals and acoustic guitar (track 5), electric guitar (tracks 1 and 3)

Songs 1 - 4 written by Jacob Cafaro
Song 5 written by Cicada Head, Russell Gottlieb, and George Maher

Tracks 2, 3, and 5 recorded at VTX Studios. Engineered and mixed by Vincent Troyani.

Tracks 1 and 4 recorded at RMC Records. Engineered by EJ Gaub and Jen Davis. Mixed by EJ Gaub.

All songs mastered by EJ Gaub at RMC Records

Album art by Kyle Barry.

Thank you to family.

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Highway songs for your heart.

Keepin' the Family is a 5 piece folk-rock band out of Jersey City, NJ.

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Track Name: Wet Snow
When we're old we won't remember, you said, before we snuck into the woods. And I pretended there were bear tracks, in the wet snow, and you pretended we were ghosts. Held a flashlight in my pocket, but you said, no, don't turn it on we've got the moon. And then we knelt down in a clearing, and you looked up, took two drinks and felt it burn.

You look like a deer in the snow, my fingers are cold,
I can't think straight.

In the morning we will sit down at a wood table, you'll have cereal and I'll have eggs. You'll tell that story about your old boyfriend, and the train that he jumped on. I'll want to cry but hold it back. Then, I'll go back in my little woodshed of a bedroom, and play guitar until it hurts. We'll both go outside in the backyard and shoot the shit. We'll do it over and over again.

You look like a deer in the snow, my fingers are cold,
I can't think straight.
One year between you and me, it's still hard to sleep,
I can't think straight.
Track Name: Coastline
The road can be a symbol, but right now we're fucking lost. The signs that once directed us don't make sense anymore. Everyone is shouting, the world is streaming by. It's hard to find a needle that will stay true inside. That night we saw a band in the basement of a house. The singer said that knowledge is a waste unless you count every star above your. Yeah, I'll count until I'm dead. I'll be counting all my life.

Driving down the coastline in the night, watching all the lights go by.
Thinking that I'd rather be awake than asleep in someone else's dream.

Jason needs the exit number and no one has a clue. The rattle of the engine passing upwards through my shoe. Will we ever get back home? Do you want to get back home, he says to me. We are counting on the turnpike, banking on the sun, because no night lasts for ever, no night lasts for good. I can hear the ocean roar in the shell of my own ear. It says, sometimes even oceans disappear.

Driving down the coastline in the night, watching all the lights go by.
Thinking that I'd rather be awake than asleep in someone else's dream.
Track Name: Charlotte's Web
When I was in love with you, fuck your friends, I only want to be with you. Walking back in the Philadelphia snow, I hopped the turnstile, you were too slow. Strangers watched us kissing hard, we were so drunk, walking was hard. I told you then, beneath that long gone lamp, this was real, this would last.

There's a little spider in my heart.
Spin a web of memories for a start.
Catch me like a fly and wrap me up.
Fall down into bed and wish I was less drunk.

She somehow puts a dusty Van Morrison record on. It plays a song, I'm still not sure what album it was from. This, no This, no THIS is what those songs were about, you breathing in and out, and me watching now.

There's a little spider in my heart.
Spin a web of memories for a start.
Catch me like a fly and wrap me up.
Fall down into bed and wish I was less drunk.

Halleloo, hallelee, halleloo
Charlotte's Web and me.
Track Name: Camelot
Down by the docks in the dead of the winter, where I saw your face in the swirl of the water, I was so damn tired and I saw a freezing fire. Tumbled down off of the railing, in the Hudson Bay my lungs were wailing as they filled with ice, and I saw the light. O, Camelot, you were Guinevere I was Lancelot. My point is blunt, must every Arthur have his sword? Drawn by subway steam, or was it dragon's breath that drew you into me?

You with eyes that glint full of emerald, call me on and I'm in another world. Salty brine spilling in my spinning mind. Now I know that that was the end of me. Here reborn I am my own enemy. In courts of kings and a weary jester sings: O, Calydon, where Merlin dreamed of stolen gold. And I'm growing old. But still I hear you calling on and on.

If these dreams had wheels, they would drive all night,
into the city, to the avenue, beneath the streetlight,
where I held you tight.
Track Name: Road Trip
When I was driving through Delaware, Coca-Cola and cigarettes, heading south to Assateague, I had a loaf of bread in the passenger seat. On an old state map there's a line I'm tracing, big black geese and maple trees, left a ten dollar bill though it should have been four, receipts from rest stops on the floor. Parked my car where the beach began, lighter shaking in the howling wind, ducked beneath a chain link fence, saw the ocean full of innocence. Hands on the wheel and the windows wide, freezing air but I feel just fine, it's hard to see much in the winter night, I've got to get back before it's light.

Heartbreak and adventure
there are many ways to ride
if I choose to ride the highway
must I lone it through this life

Let it roll, let it ride
Keep on heading down that line

Key in the door and the lights all out, on my toes in the kitchen didn't make a sound, I hate the past but I want it back, sirens going and my eyes all slack. Scribbled in a notebook, tattooed on my arm, knifed in a tree in my old backyard, never told a soul except the tollbooth man, I've got a little glass jar and a bit of sand.

Heartbreak and adventure
there are many ways to ride
if I choose to ride the highway
must I lone it through this life

Let it roll, let it ride
Keep on heading down that line