Birds of North America

by Readership

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Adrian writes songs for Readership, a West Chester and Philadelphia, PA-based band.

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released April 6, 2019

File under meteorological.

Adrian Morse - vocals, guitar
Gabe McCall - bass, vocals
Gregory Matthew - drums, vocals, synths
Matt Lee - guitar, keyboards

Words and music by Readership as noted. Catboat Music© 2019. Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Gregory at The Mannequin Lair.

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Adrian Morse Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Based out of Philadelphia, Adrian is classically trained in composing for computers and a self-taught destroyer of stringed instruments. He is a veteran of countless musical missteps, unrealized bands, and aborted projects. His latest releases include a (mostly) acoustic LP and various random releases with the unsuccesful power pop band Readership. ... more

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Track Name: Evil Eye
Couldn't look him in the pale blue eye
Couldn't look him in the evil eye
Moved to the beat, beat of a heart
Beat in a chest, beneath the boards

I creeped in at the door so faintly seven nights
So near the bedside in the soft lantern light
Moved to the beat, beat of a heart
Beat in a chest, beneath the boards

The shriek was my own in a dream
The shriek was my own in a dream now

I smiled gaily to find the deed so far done
Worked in silence after the hour had come
Moved to the beat, beat of a heart
Beat in a chest, beneath the boards

The shriek was my own in a dream
The shriek was my own in a dream now
And I smiled, because what had I to fear?
The shriek was my own in a dream
Track Name: Weather Underground
Her eyes are full of lightning
They're just on fire
And all anyone can do
Is sit and enjoy the view

And put the weather underground (in the garden)
And put the weather underground

You could study me, you could analyze my moods
Will I hold a Bermuda high or carry a monsoon?
Will there be sunny skies or a grey winter low?
And after blizzard winds, will there be angels in the snow?

She puts the weather underground (in the garden)
She puts the weather underground

Down, down...

We put the weather underground (in the garden)
We put the weather underground

Down, down...
Track Name: Miles Away
Looking for a reason
The memories recalled
Lay ripe and for the picking
Inside your dresser drawer
Beside your favorite t-shirt
The one that’s washed and worn
And frayed along the edges
Like a page from your passport

(Rock salt on the first day of summer)

Rely on something borrowed
And wake up feeling blue
Searching far and wide
For something new

Looking for a reason
I’m searching for the light
Any type of season
Any time of night
I packed my bags and left there
But now I’m looking for my friend
There isn’t much to see here
That I would recommend

Rely on something borrowed
And wake up feeling blue
Searching far and wide
For something new
All this indecision
And nights I’ve come unglued
Might seem miles away
When I’m with you

We only said goodbye
To come back later
Held tight and kept on keeping on
There’s a picture it hangs on your refrigerator
And reminds me why I’ve been hanging out this long
Track Name: Built to Last
You and me, we both got wings
We know that things are gonna change
You and me, we both see things
That other people don't see

We take new pictures, and we rearrange the frames
We make our own words along the way
The only constant is change
The only constant is change

Never thought it would be easy
But we knew it would be right
Never thought it would be easy
Tonight

We were born to run
We were born to run
Seasons change under the sun
But together, we were born to run

Things are gonna change so fast
Track Name: Dead Christmas Trees
January, the death of me
Cold empty streets filled with dead Christmas trees
And the choir of voices has become background noises
To the ghosts in our hearts haunting our choices

Tell my city I’m gone
And tell my baby I’m leaving
They serve us liters of fine wine and champagne
But they charge us by the flute again
So tell my city I’m gone and tell my baby I’m leaving
I’m going somewhere I don’t have to be believed in

Tomorrow feels like yesterday
It’s a lead weight
Tomorrow feels like yesterday again
But there are new ways
There are new ways
There are new ways
There are new ways to make the same mistakes