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Yours Asleep
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by Tad Dreis
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Helpful Diagrams
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Bug On The 4th Of July
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Matchbox
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Bittersweet With Lime
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Yours Asleep
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No Problem
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Hair In The Tide
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Old Friend (Of A Friend)
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Snow On The Ground
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- about
- "Yours Asleep" was the product of over a year of work, starting at the end of my senior year of college, and was my first experience putting together a full-length album.
The production here is some of the poppiest I've ever put together, with dense, interlocking melodic parts in the instruments and vocals. There are a lot of ballads, and a couple of really punchy rockers.
I think it was in response to the amount of time and effort I put in on this record that I swung a little folkier on the more stripped down follow-up, "Solitaire For Two," before returning to fuller production on my third record, "Play To Remember." - credits
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released 01 October 2001
Produced by Tad Dreis.
Drums by Jason Fagg.
Accordion by Jay Cartwright
All other instruments by Tad Dreis.
Recorded by Tad Dreis at The Music House and Colonial Arms, and mixed at Quetzal Recording in Durham, NC. - license
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- Track Name: Helpful Diagrams
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She wore a dress that reminded me
That she was naked underneath
I’d been studying restroom sign diagrams
That did no justice
Our heads are circles
We have rectangular torsos
But where I have blocks for trousers
You have a feminine triangle
I got past staring at your dress
By closing my eyes, at first
Friends or lovers- my rushing blood
Knows no difference, but I can tell
Our heads are circles
We have rectangular torsos
But where I have blocks for trousers
You have a feminine triangle
She wore a dress like a sock on a hot dog
I watched her with relish
We talked in earnest about the differences
Between men and women, but I forgot
Our heads are circles
We have rectangular torsos
But where I have blocks for trousers
You have a feminine triangle - Track Name: Bug On The 4th Of July
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There’s a bat against an indigo sky
Wheeling and darting to catch a fly
There’s a light on in the apartment
Across the street
There’s no light on, out here on my porch
There’s a party next door with a bug torch
Everybody wheeling and darting
To catch an eye
I’d like to laugh like a flystrip
There’s a star near a constellation
Above the trees, making conversation
Like all the gnats on the Zachs in their hats
Out back
I smell sweetly burning wax
So I’ll stay home and sharpen my ax
Splitting hairs is clever work
And it makes me grin
But I’d like to laugh like a flystrip
There’s a light on across the street
Glowing seductively at me
I start to rise, then I’m paralyzed
By the skies
Flowers bloom across the sky
A garden party for the fourth of July
Everyone looks up and raises their cups
And takes a sip
And I’m laughing at the flystrip
And I’m laughing on the flystrip - Track Name: Matchbox
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I trip on matches
I stumble blind
I practice hat tricks
But they aren’t mine
But they’re good
I want some magic
Some colored time
It seems so tragic
My sorrows rhyme
Is that good?
You love another
Well that’s just fine
A cloud’s tears are covered
When it’s you who’s flying
Above
But I’m lying down here below
And I’m looking up at the water falling
Above
Through the prisms I see you
You have your hands in my hair
I know you hate me to see you
When you’re up there
And I’m below
A box of matches
Beneath your fears
I’m here, I catches
Your falling tears - Track Name: Bittersweet With Lime
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Wet the glass and salt the edges
Use the special kind
Cut the citrus into wedges
Bittersweet with lime
Ooo
Mock the way I hold my glasses
Slip your hand in mine
Talk about how our time passes
Bittersweet with lime
Ooo
To say goodbye like this, you know
It tastes the same as our hello
Your tequila in my blender
For the final time
Mixing drinks for one last bender
Bittersweet with lime
Ooo - Track Name: Yours Asleep
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You were there
And you, too
And you and you and you
I should write
‘Cos I care
I recognized your hair
I caught a note of yours asleep
Swear I’ll answer in a week
We never met
But we talked a lot
I liked you by default
I knew you as well
As I knew anyone
I don’t know if I know anyone
I don’t know if I know anyone
I caught a note of yours asleep
Swear I’ll answer in a week - Track Name: No Problem
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You were there
And you, too
And you and you and you
I should write
‘Cos I care
I recognized your hair
I caught a note of yours asleep
Swear I’ll answer in a week
We never met
But we talked a lot
I liked you by default
I knew you as well
As I knew anyone
I don’t know if I know anyone
I don’t know if I know anyone
I caught a note of yours asleep
Swear I’ll answer in a week - Track Name: Hair In The Tide
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Oh, don’t write
It’s too soon
To say anything for sure
Oh, I’m right
I know for sure
I can feel my heart, I can feel the moon
My hair in the tide
Oh, don’t sigh
It’s not June
Still I’m green, wanton, true
Oh my
Western isles
I kick to them and I pull to you
My hair in the tide
So there are islands, I can see
Kisses blowing, wind, sun, trees
But there are islands under me
And dinosaurs beneath my feet
They’re in the tide
Oh, don’t sigh
It’s still June
There’s time to dive and visit dry lands, too
Oh my
Westing eyes
I kick to them and I pull to you
My hair in the tide - Track Name: The Traveling Red-Velvet Curtain
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The vampire’s moved in now
Night after night
I can tell your morning cereal’s lost a
Little of its bite
I can hear him at the front door, leaving
Early morning, `round three
Don’t you think I know why you’re losing
Interest in me?
I think I lost my place
Long before I’d admit
Seems I’ve seen his face before in the mirror
The days are feeling short now
Losing time, I race
Can’t find the time or the will to
Pick up the pace
But now and then I catch you again and we
Trade dirty jokes
Tossing back and forth the hot potato of who
Cares the most
I think I lost my place
Long before I’d admit
Seems I’ve seen his face before in the mirror
Long ago, when I saw you standing with him
I almost cried
You whispered in my ear, “I’m on your side”
The vampire’s moved out now
And with him, you’ll go
Did it turn out the best for us both?
I guess we’ll never know
But late at night, when I hear the trains movin’
On out of town
Hear `em talking and a-whistling, sayin’
“Time to get down”
I think he lost his face
But at least it’s getting clearer
Livin’ fast so long, it all seemed blurred
Now and then, I forget you again and
Wonder how we’re doin’
Each new yesterday seems like tomorrow
Seems like today - Track Name: Old Friend (Of A Friend)
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Bus benches moist, have you lost my voice?
I know you from when we both talked to friends
Somehow I doubt you’d know us
If we met again
Last couple years have gone so easily, tears
Fall when I wake up to the tv breakup
But the bus for us has come
Change to shake up
I’ll sit behind, you can read my mind
If you want to know just how it’s going
When I say goodbye, you won’t know
Old friend of a friend, it’s not the end
Of what we had that makes me sad
But what might have been
By the way, my name’s Tad - Track Name: Snow On The Ground
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The last time, you slapped my face
in mid-embrace
And you walked me to the door
Then you kissed me just in case
You’d forget the taste
And you thought you might want more
Snow on the ground
I’ve been slow coming `round
And you’ve already made up your mind
Snow on the ground
I’ve been slow coming `round
And you say “Go away,” but take your time
The last time I woke up late
You’d left at eight
And your letter hit me like a punch
Sat there trying to relate
Then you were at the gate
Home, whistling “Love, Not Lunch”
Snow on the ground
I’ve been slow coming `round
And you’ve already made up your mind
Snow on the ground
I’ve been slow coming `round
When you say “Go away,” but take your time
I would say “Let’s stay in”
But we’ve already worn it down so thin
On my way out, your way in
We’ve got to wait for more
Wait for more x 5
Snow, to begin
The last time we said goodbye
I wondered why
Pulled on my boots and followed
Grabbed your arm, just outside
Said “I can’t decide
I mean look, it’s starting to blow”
Snow on the ground
I’ve been slow coming `round
And you’ve already made up your mind
Snow on the ground
I know how this must sound
But I’m okay
Go away, just take your time