Floating in the Frequency

by The Chantey Hook

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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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Track Name: Saints & Shadows
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
Track Name: Autonomy
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
Track Name: Floating in the Frequency
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
Track Name: Second Line
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
Track Name: Old School
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
Track Name: For the A.M. Ave.
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!
Track Name: Remember When
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
Track Name: Omaha
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
Track Name: Underground
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
Track Name: The Shoe Song
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