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by Naive Thieves

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released April 29, 2014

Naive Thieves is
Levi Audette - Guitar, Classical Guitar, Drums & Percussion
Kyle Garcia - Bass, Backing Vocals
Cameron Thorne - Vocals, Guitar, Classical Guitar, Bass, & Percussion
Jaron Eldon - Backing Vocals & Drums

Additional Instrumentation
Casey Crescenzo - Guitar, Piano,
Backing Vocals, Rhodes, Lap Steel, and Omnichord
Chelsea & Justine Brown - Backing Vocals on “You’re No Good”
Matthew Cole - Alto & Tenor Saxophone on “I Fell”

Produced/Engineered/Mixed by Casey Crescenzo (Cave & Canary Goods)
Additional Engineering by Blake Miller
Recorded in Canyon Lake, CA • Oak Park, CA
Casa De Guapo - Riverside, CA
Mastered by April Golden - Golden Mastering - Ventura, CA

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Track Name: Woe Is Me/Hawaii (I Don't Want To Go)
Woe is me, the day reflected in the night once again.

We shared a tall can in my car, and you knew I’d try to kiss you later on that night after weeks of hesitating. We didn’t need to fall in love. I thought your friendship was enough. Well, all of that changed in one night. Who knew it could be so right? And now I’m scared to leave it, baby. I don’t want to go to Hawaii, ‘though the coast might be so inviting. I don’t want to go to Hawaii without you. I spent a week away and still every thought I had was of you. Humming “What took so long?” Sinking into this point of view. We were afraid to fall in love, and you said that you had given up. Well, all of that changed in one night. Who knew it could be so right? And now I’m scared to leave it, baby. I don’t want to go to Hawaii, though the coast might be so inviting. I don’t want to go to Hawaii without you.
Track Name: ShakeDownTown
I hear ‘em bangin’ at the front door, someone whispers “button up before we end up on the floor, and if you know what’s good for you, you better look over your shoulder now.” The beat are crawlin’ every block at night, so if you fit the profile then you better stay inside. ‘Cause you’ll be feeling rather dull when they come knocking’ at your skull. (ah-la-la) And I ain’t gonna pick a side, because I ain’t a crooked kid, and I’m not narcing in this ShakeDownTown. They should have known it was just a matter of time before the kids began to brandish their own iron, but no surprises when you’re stuck between a cop and a hard place. And by the time that I heard hellfire in the street, I knew I had to split or I’d be dead at seventeen, and I don’t want to die in the crossfire. (no) And I ain’t gonna pick a side, because I ain’t a crooked kid, and I’m not narcing in this ShakeDownTown.
Track Name: Tragic & Magic
I couldn’t see it coming, new chapter started while the streets were a’hummin’ by the Golden Dome. And I was so afraid before harmonies echoed from the crown to the core. Guess it was meant to be. Simple truths arose to me out of the blue. But I don’t want to go home and return to my old ways. I’ll keep my head up and remember that sometimes patterns are hard to break. And oh, one thing that I know for sure is I could never know it all. Tragic and Magic will come and it’ll go. Yeah, I’m letting go of regret ‘cause that shit is all in my head. Magic and Tragic will come and it’ll go. And for once I was free from the old digs that were swallowing me, I knew I’d have to cut some ties. But, I felt my spry eyes’ drunken yawn; steepin’ in it by the Temple of the Dawn. Never felt so alive. Simple truths arose to me out of the blue. But I don’t want to go home and return to my old ways. I’ll keep my head up and remember that sometimes patterns are hard to break. And oh, one thing that I know for sure is I could never
know it all. Tragic and Magic will come and it’ll go. Yeah, I’m letting go of regret ‘cause that shit is all in my head. Magic and Tragic will come and it’ll go. (LaLaLaLaLa)
Track Name: Anxiété
I’m having trouble finding sleep, and I’m worried sick that all I want ain’t meant to be. Well, I wanna see everything that I believe. I think if for a second I could let it all roll off my back, then I would not be feelin’ like I’m gonna have a heart attack. Even if my anxious wrote every line just like I’d like, would the ending be any better? Well, I wanna see everything that I believe. Maybe it’s just me, but I’d love some certainty. I wanna see everything that I believe. I can’t go on thinking I’ve got control of what’s to come, I better stop making plans, or at least counting on them ‘cause I don’t know, she don’t know, he don’t know, nobody knows.
Track Name: Holy Smoke
You god damned alabaster bastards, shaking constitution soft as a sandcastle. Your fickle words don’t make me bat one lash. But, I got shackled to the same ol’ boat. Got me on my knees praying to Holy Smoke. Oh! I’d rather die, than see you pacified. Well, I could never lie or fawn but every now and then I need the denouement something more than just means to an end. Blasé billows drifted in the dead of night, leaving brittle bones to crumble by the morning light. No you won’t get an ounce of sympathy from me. ‘Cause I’ve been working at this all my life, and after everything I’ve sacrificed I won’t feel remorse for heresy. Well, I could never lie or fawn but every now and then I need the denouement something more than just means to a...More than just a means to get by. And I’ve been praying for so long for just a little of your time to prove I’m right; deserving this time. Am I right? I could never lie or fawn but every now and then I need the denouement. And I can’t sing that I’m unique but all these hypocrites can just create debris and you celebrate ‘em, and then you hate ‘em, I wonder if it’s even worth creating something more than just means to an end.
Track Name: Wake Up Now
You’re wasting your time still writing letters overseas. And I just can’t understand how you don’t see there ain’t a thing between us anymore. Your cryptic words; oh you balanced bones in lieu of prose every time. And I’m fed up; I didn’t want to spell it out. But you need to wake up now because you must be dreaming. This won’t work itself out, I don’t care what you believe in. And I don’t think about you at all, So you need to get a move on, get a move on. (Yeah) You left our ghost hung on the wall haunting this whole bar, even the bathroom stall. You really thought dramatic acts like that would be something that just might win me back? Well, it’s such a shame, that my tender heart has to ignore your martyred intent for peace of mind, and now there’s nothing left to mend. Wake up now because you must be dreaming. Oh, this won’t work itself out, I don’t care what you believe in. And, I don’t think about you at all, so you need to get a move on, get a move on. (Yeah)
Track Name: Sold Short
This morning I awoke hard pressed to catch my breath. I thought I’d dreamt the calendar shed the better of its depth. But Oh, my mind she hadn’t lied, no a whole damn year’s gone by. So I’m weathered in a wild fit faulted as the clock conspired. Don’t ask how I could stand to sit on my own two hands. The seasons beat about my face while still buried in the sand. And ‘though the time that has elapsed has left my lungs collapsed at least I’ve got these limbs to write of unpleasant plight, alright. Well-Oh-Well-Oh-Well I sold myself so short again. Well, I’ve been working too hard just to fall back on my last resort again. Ah man, I’m through doing everything I know I ain’t supposed to do. Well-Oh-Well-Oh-Well I sold myself so short. While I’m wide-eyed, my thoughts collide; I pry myself out of bed. Just a bag of weary bones on stilts doing battle with my head. And, with the sermon I just wrote, I’m preaching it to coax my head back from a humdrum hell and the stale that it evokes. Well-Oh-Well-Oh-Well I sold myself so short again. Well, I’ve been working too hard just to fall back on my last resort again. Ah man, I’m through doing everything I know I ain’t supposed to do. Well-Oh-Well-Oh-Well I sold myself so short.
Track Name: Dead Bones
I fought off thoughts of being taut while bats flew overhead. This closet smirks with creaks and cracks as it sees me shaking scared. And I should know better than to dig up skeletons. But somehow I found my way to that place where dead bones lay. They dance with such an elegance like classical ballet. And I should know better than to dig up skeletons. But here we are with our conversation as foreign as “Côte d’Ivoire”. Even though I brushed your hair behind your ears I can tell you’re wishing I would disappear. But here we are staring at our dirty counterparts, and I should know better but I still don’t. I make my way through blinding light that ends this dreadful cave. And with one sharp quip released from my lips I beckon for this to end. And I should know better than to dance with skeletons. So I grab her wrist as the bones persist to rattle off their last remark. But I’ve convinced her once or twice to leave skeletons in the dark. And I should know better than to dig up skeletons. But here we are with our conversation as foreign as “Côte d’Ivoire”. Even though I brushed your hair behind your ears I can tell you’re wishing I would disappear. But here we are staring at our dirty counterparts, And I should know better but I still don’t.
Track Name: You're No Good
Well, I was hoping/hoping for the best. But, you keep singing you’re no good, I said “I wouldn’t try and change that if I could.” But I was lying/lying through my teeth to you. I couldn’t keep it to myself, and like so many other fools I fell. Don’t you leave me hanging on the line. My friends keep saying “quit wasting your time, ‘cause that girl ain’t worth pennies on the dime”. Well, I bet that my heart could change your mind. Well sure enough, you got fed up with feigning your affection. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised I mistook what I thought was love behind your eyes. And I thought that with time I’d save you, but misery loves company. Girl, you trade your time for sympathy. I found out from your best friend’s runnin’ mouth. Well, I was waiting on pins and needles feeling like I was going to die. You’re such a heart-breaker stringing helpless little men along. Well to be true, I feel damn sorry for you. Oh, you left me hanging on the line. Well, I should have seen it coming this whole time. And girl, you ain’t worth pennies on the dime. I’m glad that your mess ain’t mine.
Track Name: I Fell
Young, foolishly sure. I was never nervous for curtains before. And love was par for the course. I thought it would waver and fade as it wore. You chose a moment so apropos, and I fell hard for you, I fell hard for you. The End was something I could comprehend until I fell hard for you, I fell hard for you.