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Eyes Out

by James World

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released July 28, 2016

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Eamon Ford at Audile Collective
Album artwork by Rachael Steward and Michael Madrid
Photo of album artwork taken by Elliott Travis
Vocals/Guitar - Michael Madrid
Guitar - Kalebh Ryals
Bass Guitar - Harrison Ray
Drums - Nate Ray
Electronics - Connor Sanchez

All songs written by James Band
Lyrics by Michael Madrid


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James World Phoenix, Arizona

Phoenix, AZ Based Alt-Rock

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Track Name: July28
Take back the time
Take all the lies
Hold it up inside, hold it up inside

Take all the lies out
eyes out
my time means all of these days
all of my days

All the days of
all you wake up
Flawless nonsense
fills my conscience

I have no way out
no back downs
cross these lines
I have no way out

I’m never gonna get back the time now
they’ll find out, if I try again
I’m never gonna get back outside now
they’ll find out, if I try to get out

starting now
you make things hard on yourself

cover the past

Take it in, you breathe it in
breathe it all, until it hurts
the way you know, the way you know
that’s all of us, thats all of us

and back and forth the way you know
the hall the bed, the hall, the bed
the way you fit
in all of it
in all
Track Name: Ribbon One
Outwardly growing, the salt on the wound
this ribbon I gave to you

Awkwardly hanging out, adjusting for when everything dives down
Kneeling to the ground

Ultimate knowing, all thoughts are consumed
the sleep in my eyes
the feeling’s implied

Under skin
Wonder when
Fake it till you doubt
And then you breathe yourself out
Microscopic, I’ll choke on it
Is there anything I can help with?
My mistake to untie it

This direction isn’t daring enough -
It’s not an axe in a tv or a danger to us
it’s only talking and thinking
I’m making it up as I go

This ribbon one in the making,
Falling down where you stand
Falling down
Now it’s just another laid to wasted prop background
My mistake to untie it
Ribbon one in the making
It's another hanging doubt when you follow me out
Ribbon one in the making

I sit you down
I sit you down
I don’t like it
I wouldn’t advise it

I sit you down
I lay myself on the ground
I’ve tried it
I would not advise it

I tie myself up
I relay the information to you that way
Track Name: Pulsing Proof
When my day is done
I’ll have to ask the questions as they come

As I walk away
I relate to the distance
and save the remaining glow

A different connection
with “painful” and “heartbreak”
words like a mantra

A choice so exacting
The death of all routines
Grips like a father

Let me be undressed to you
I stress to you
that nothing you could ever say to me
could ever take from me the heavy weight I’m from

A different perspective
on painfulness and heartbreaking
words like a mantra

If nothing ever happens
If nothing ever really happens now
I have to know
Track Name: Everything Is
Promise me the strength to cast a ballot to your stronghold
Break me into three in one
Break me into three in one

Take a tiny break between the banner that you’ve chosen
Anticipate the starting gun
Anticipate it all

Breathe the earth I knew
To say that we could too
a steeple raised above a holy mountain
answer us then

Everything to me is sacred
Everything you see is cut and pasted
Folded, creased and separated
We appreciate it naked

Plate the fetal breast
a tiny chest, a step I guessed
this crumbling fortress

Build a beetle well
Hope it doesn’t sell
Fumble with a key, get a ticket

Everything to me is sacred
But everyone believes they’re gonna make it
I have to say I’m not in the least bit shaken
If I can’t feel that

Cause I know
If you listen to me I know

It’s just the strangest thing that wears me out,
Inside this “cage me in station” - I can’t get out
I fold inwards
and move onwards
and you know me