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Floating in the Frequency

by The Chantey Hook

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Jake Foster
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Jake Foster Punk meets Springsteen meets Billy Bragg, this band really connects with me. Favorite track: Underground.
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a subtle tear for childhood fears and a different pill, some skin, and a little ink if you’re the savior saint tell me where your disguise lies stumbling on and confessing wrong, heard it all with four ears to the wall if where you been is where we are give them a little, but don’t give it all to the tall tale of clever charm the downtown round of a drunkards arms the gambling tides that bring us back in two fleeting hearts and a neon sound there’s a voice i hear when no ones around, she keeps a good hold, but it’s all on me it’s all on me the battered prophet leaves a little dust when he falls way before his time and the tattooed angel whispers kindly in his annuls of rhyme a blind mans dance in the arms of chance, I sing of the soul with something to sing and if where you been is where we are give them a little but don’t give it all
2.
Autonomy 02:33
You want to be free free from everyone and all you thought you’d ever feel you want to be free free from the calling truth that calls on you, in your mourning dreams and you just don’t seem to care about it all when you wage on yesterday if i could I’d take the fall for you but it’s not something I can do I want to be free free from the spoken world where things are never what they seem I want to be free free from all the battles and headlines we read but never see You want to be free
3.
holding on, loaded down a careful eye, the gentle sky remembrance, the last line an old Broadway play poor girl? northern shore? first kiss? a freeway fade? when all that is can be said in such an ordinary way you’re floating in the frequency the revolution’s needle strong one cheer for taking back the day one cheer for imaginary fame and there’s a little bit of something and this I know you know maybe it’s all just a cool breeze, a familiar frequency, and there’s a little bit of nothing and this I know we know sometimes when your south of divided you float in frequency abstract poetics, the concrete kind, constant allure, the passing of wine a steady pulse, not much to say, when you’re all so locked in love, a strong faith, their idle lie, a thousand Gods, Hick’s laughing line, self-made was the midnight ride always in all ways calling time We’ve been silent came along long before your storm down underneath the wave it’s conditional, not questioning. we’ve been lying in wait drowning in your storm down underneath the wave it’s conditional, not questioning
4.
Second Line 03:29
I can hear them coming through the morning’s eulogy all the drums and trumpets like sirens in my sleep no words in death’s dance, just a freedom, an eye to eye going down to the river, we’ll drink and watch the southern sun rise And I see George, Poland’s thrift store on wheels On my girl’s house on royal street, I still know how it feels And down in the quarter, there’s always the chance of romance And down some hallways, a little song, a little dance   It was a hell of a time when I think about it I think about it Strange how everything can leave you Than bring you back and it brings you back to the thunder and New Orleans rain Riding a bike down Press St, racing a rusted train The struggle’s always near, the party’s always on, but it never fades away   Gonna visit mary with a big bottle of wine On the steps of lessups, with our otis, with our patsy cline Spinning 45’s with our thoughts on the state of the moon making love all night long, it’s the simple things we always do
5.
Old School 02:25
nostalgic in an old school way there’s nothing new you say it’s all been done, it’s all been done your attitude is so concise a positioned piece in fear of change it’s all been done, it’s all been done we will walk to a different tune and they don’t even know and they won’t even know we will break all ideals in two and they won’t even know and they won’t even know media queen on this weeks scene so pristine she’ll have you think it’s all been done, it’s all been done suit on the hill and an aye for the gun a pull of the string, hooray for the deal it’s all been done, it’s all been done
6.
disordered day, in her absent way she plays Given the right cue what will you do soft spoken on the ring of two I've seen your Eastern lights, walked your distance of design felt the strong rumble of night on the New York kill of time so much for the A.M. Avenue I went about it so wrong let go of all that we once knew, let go all that we've been through Highway miles and history, for the small town mystery for the twisted motel key, on the common thread we weave dash-lined in all your reveries I went about it so wrong let go of all that we once knew, let go all that we've been through In awe of a young waitress walk I’’m in Jackson drunk on the drink I want to talk a while thoughts they do spin something new and I'm in an old fashion way and I guess everything's ok know I will be leaving soon write it all for the Avenue I went about it so wrong let go of all that we once knew, let go all that we've been through Let go of it all!
7.
remember me, remember me soon I won’t remember you you can take the car, you can have the keys remember when, remember when the little girl plays again spin her round and round take her back to the old town the heart is pure, my truth is pure but all will fade the heart so pure, my truth so pure but all will fade remember me, remember me soon I won’t remember you words ain’t really words when you don’t know what they mean remember when, remember when the little boy plays again, don’t let me disappear, tell me about that time one more time, I, I run and hide, I run and hide when it all goes down, well it all goes down, listen
8.
Omaha 03:54
the miles we walked, over the hills, down, down, down, down the line some used to say that a savior lies in hope but they'll never know what carried us through and oh my dear, it's all so clear on these distant shores I still search for you the old and battered song I sing there's a laughter ringing loud as the millions gather 'round a sight for all of us to see, for all to see legends are made on the myth of old folk tales but the fighting's all long gone some blood was spilled in the rivers of my mind tells the man, tells the tale, and oh my dear, it's all so clear on these distant shores I still search for you the old and battered song I sing there's a laughter ringing loud as the millions gather 'round a sight for all of us to see, for all to see
9.
Underground 03:45
We are, we are, we are, we’re all underground Justice hangs her head on the wayward tale long left for dead in the written lore 1833 rebellion’s strong, nothing to do but fight for a while and we almost won 30 women strong in the oil lamp light an Allegheny mill or a Charleston mine in the light of a handshake death a soothsayer prays as the voices call out beneath her feet they call her name masquerading politics of king and queens and suit and tie laws blood-stained contracts and dollar signs vacation plans and the dirty hands of history
10.
we were always going where we once did time and all the simple pleasures were all visions in mind for the backward blessings for confessions of vice some worlds you stand by some grow old and die I’ve been hanging on L.A.’s shores tonight I’ve been biding time on the west highways I’ve been south of nowhere for a while in the end we all have our ways wild-eyed we were always a little dumb and young just two drifters somewhere in love framed pictures and old paint cutting clear though the sky I always was the wanderer I always wondered why

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Floating in the Frequency was recorded over four weekends in September, October, and November of 2014 at Yetabatu Studio in Silver Spring, MD.

Engineered by Tem Wubneh.
Assistant Engineer & Produced by Seth Swaaley

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released December 10, 2014

Seth Swaaley - Guitar and Vocals
Mas Yamagata - Bass and back-up Vocals
Tem Wubneh - Drums

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