Cellar Door

by Midwestern Accent

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released July 13, 2015

all songs written & recorded by Aaron Parke in May and June 2015
mixed & mastered by Brady Heyen
cover image by Jake Parke
Bandcamp design by Aaron Parke

"really_something" contains a sample of "Quiet shore in summer" posted by csp89 on freesound.org under the Creative Commons Attribution license

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Aaron Parke writes and records songs in his apartment as Midwestern Accent.

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Track Name: Italian Night
Do you ever get the feeling that you won't be getting everything you're after?
You plot out every word of your monologue and they greet it with laughter
I don't care if you hear
The things that I am saying couldn't be less clear

You're smilin' like a partridge,
Gettin' played like a Game Boy cartridge
I didn't have the heart to tell you
I didn't have the heart to tell you

We were cracking jokes while we were wiping down the tables,
I still wish we'd spent more time in that gym while we were able
I don't care what you hear
The things that I am saying couldn't be less clear

You're smilin' like a partridge,
Gettin' played like a Game Boy cartridge
I didn't have the heart to tell you
I didn't have the heart to tell you

And I doubt I ever will
Track Name: Hayes
No regard for ritual,
Proud of your dismissal

I miss the days,
When we were looking forward to the last page
You're in a haze,
Looking for a hand to shake

Read it then you wrote it,
Totally devoted
Claiming a recliner,
Naming a designer

I miss the days,
When we were looking forward to the last page
Stuck in your ways,
Still looking for a hand to shake
I miss the days,
When we were looking forward to the last page
You've got no haze,
Now you're looking for someone to hate
Track Name: really_something
'Til the screws fall out of my head,
Clinging close to the breaking of bread
No debate over if it was earned,
I'll be here while my stomach is churned

All sunset long,
Fading quick like the last line of a song

This could really be something

I am anxious awaiting your call,
And using my head to bang a hole in the wall
While you poke and you prod at my heart,
I'm lying still with defective parts

All sunset long,
Fading quick like the last line of a song

This could really be something

I'm keeping focus on the near sight,
So I can almost crack a smile
That is until you pull me close,
And whisper "Boy you've got a while
But then I'm sending that which you revile,
And you might not have changed your mind
But you will take it when it's time"
This could really be

All sunset long,
Fading quick like the last line of a song

This could really be something
Track Name: YT
We'll crane our little necks in hopes that we can catch a glimpse,
Hold onto it tight and then our hands we will not rinse
Summer's in your eyes, I see it,
So tear open your mind and free it
We'll train our fledgling hearts not to miss a single beat,
For moments we remember the pages that we read
Mmm in all your meditation,
Did you forget what you were chasin'?

Your hands are on my life and it seems you have got a grip,
Neglecting all my duties gazing at the iceberg's tip
Ooo I show you where my heart is,
So you can finish what I started
Constant repetition 'til the thing goes round and round,
You had best be careful you might run this to the ground
Mmm you're always so complacent,
Most familiar when you're faceless
Track Name: Cellar Door
Climb another rung on the ladder of your gilded tongue,
Never thinking twice about it
Sedentary supposedly seeking some serenity,
Weaving your old ways throughout it

It's a bridge under water,
It's the porcelain shaping the potter
It's the weight of your past,
And the screen adaptation's washed-up cast
Oh, it's alright

You were getting bored you were headed for the cellar door,
And writing your farewell to it
The page is looking dense, no words minced,
Musings on existence and repentance making little sense

It's a bridge under water,
It's the porcelain shaping the potter
It's the weight of your past,
And the screen adaptation's washed-up cast
Oh, it's alright