From 'The World Only Ends When You Die', out now from Mama Bird Recording Co. Order/save/stream/share: [ Ссылка ]
Illustrations and Text by Kevin Hooyman
Directed by Joey Ciccoline
Digital Animation by Tim D'Amico, Joey Ciccoline, and Mike Kluge
Hand Drawn Animation by Cameron Foxly
Coloring by Eric Loeffler and Jeremy Yingling
/// Credits & Players:
Written by James Wallace
Engineers - Alan Weatherhead, Kevin Dailey, James Wallace
Guitars - Alan Parker
Drums/Percussion - Pinson Chanselle
Bass - Cameron Ralston
Piano/Keys - James Wallace
Flute - Stefan Forbus
Trumpet - Kai Welch
Trombone - Carl Gatti
French Horn - Jennifer Kummar
Background Vocals - Casey Jane, Camille Weatherford
Additional Background Vocals - Joel Mcanulty
/// Credits & Players:
Don't feel bad about being alive
Even after, you know, many friends have died
Your life was taller
Cast a longer shadow on the ground
Night is still falling
Don't feel bad about being alive
Sometimes the ship rocks you side to side
Some hold tightly
Some watch the moonrise bobbing up and down
Beneath the water
Caught you reading from the book of dead
Head hanging from your shoulders
Put it down, go out and wear your body
For a little more time
Don't feel bad about being alive
Even if it was only you who survived
Crawled out the foxhole, named the fallen
Listed reasons you were not bound
Oh, look how they're numbered!
Now, meanwhile, we can dance beside
This cold future coming over
If it’s too bright, raise a pinhole fist to your eye
Best we can do is ride that opening wide
Through the days of milk and thunder
Pushing colder and wider out into the night
Or feel bad about being alive
Cause if you wonder why it’s so dim
While light changes over top of your skin
You might discover the right way to go
But once you leave, you can never go home
Don't feel bad about being alive
Even after many friends have died
They may haunt your dark corners at night
But they made a choice and chose to stay behind
Say I get tangled in the port side lines
You throw a buoy, but I've already died
Scream my name off of the starboard and cry
But don't feel bad about being alive
Draw my face into the stars at night
Use them neurons firing in your mind
They've done you good now for a long long time
While you sat around and felt bad
From the mounds on Mississippian fields
Over oceans so wide and surreal
There’s more love than one boy can feel
Raise that pinhole fist to your eye
Lord, my Lord, how are we going to save all the feelings
Scattered by the going of the day?
