Rewire

by Holden Laurence

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released May 10, 2019

All songs written and produced by Holden Laurence

Holden Laurence: Bass / Guitars / Synths / Vocals
Michael O'Brien: Drums / Percussion

℗ © 2018 Holden Laurence

© 2018 Romantic Americana Publishing (ASCAP)

Recorded at Fe True Records / Bobby Peru Recording Studio
Engineered by Shane Olivo
Mixed / Mastered by Shane Olivo
Artwork by Matthew Childers

Special thanks to Dr. Bassie, executive producer and champion of this project.

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Holden Laurence Cleveland, Ohio

"Blends Mope-rock, Post-punk, & New Wave deftly with bittersweet tone & cinematic delivery." - Cleveland Scene

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Track Name: Shadows of Old Love
Awake in bed in a fever sweat
Dizzy as a warped cassette
Am I a fool in love with a setting sun?
Has she grown restless and ready to run?
Has she grown restless and ready to run?

And the earth is shaking
Shifting to the beat of our endless aching
Breathing in black dust in the shadows of old love
Breathing in black dust in the shadows of old love
In the shadows of old love

A wilted rose between her toes
Crippled beauty that never grows
And all the lies remain the same
It's only the dreams within our dreams that change
It's only the dreams within our dreams that change

And the earth is shaking
Shifting to the beat of our endless aching
Breathing in black dust in the shadows of old love
Breathing in black dust in the shadows of old love
In the shadows of old love

And the earth is shaking
Shifting to the beat of our endless aching
Breathing in black dust in the shadows of old love
Breathing in black dust in the shadows of old love
In the shadows of old love
In the shadows of old love
The shadows of old love

Meet me in the shadows
Aw, meet me, meet me, meet me in the shadows...
Track Name: Friendship and The Fever
The ghosts of who we were and what we've seen
Pass like shadows all around me
And when the sun goes down they come around
To tease our children when they're sleeping
Their eyes are covered still with blackened veils
Like the shade of heavy oak trees
And they don't understand the greater plan
How the world is ever changing

Friends in fever dreams can't take the heat
They will melt into each other
Like snow melts in rain - it's all the same
When it covers one another, I know

We met with tender skin, born again
Sweetly singing blessings
Of rhymes and nameless tunes and cherry blooms
Our bodies tight and pressing
At the fair behind the school, a kissing booth
Where every kiss will cost you something
And still we tried to fill the empty rooms
With every single heartbeat

Friends in fever dreams can't take the heat
They will melt into each other
Like snow melts in rain - it's all the same
When it covers one another, I know

Sound the chapel bell, no chance in hell
That I'll love another lady
If I should fall behind don't pay no mind
Just go ahead without me
And I don't know how it came to be that you and me
Were caught up in a fever
Just like a polaroid of a girl and boy
We were melted there forever

Friends in fever dreams can't take the heat
They will melt into each other
Like snow melts in rain - it's all the same
When it covers one another, I know
Track Name: Speaking in Tongues
Drove all night beneath the moon as she lay sleeping in the back seat
I wanna be her fantasy
Bathed in white-light porcelain - breathing diamonds over everything
I wanna be her fantasy

But I slip into a dream, ah-ah
I slip into a dream, ah-ah

I slip into a dream, I slip into a dream

Stopped to smoke in Illinois, she read her gossip magazine
I wanna be her fantasy
Pointed to the chapel down the road, she laughed and threw her cigarette at me
I wanna be her fantasy

But I slip into a dream, ah-ah
I slip into a dream, ah-ah

She got me speaking in tongues I don't understand
Speaking in tongues I don't understand
Speaking in tongues I don't understand
Speaking in tongues I don't understand
Speaking in tongues I don't understand
Speaking in tongues I don't understand
Speaking in tongues I don't understand
Speaking in tongues I don't understand at all

No I don't understand at all
Mmm, I don't understand at all

I slip into a dream, ah-ah-ah-ah :)

I slip into a dream, ah-ah
I slip into a dream, ah-ah
She got me speaking in tongues, ah-ah
She got me speaking in tongues, ah-ah
Track Name: Lightning Strikes
Sometimes love is too wild to hold
Like innocent dreams that sleep in my arms
Her taste was sweet and her voice was calm
Lightning strikes once or twice and then it's gone
And when it's gone it's gone

Bathed in the moonlight - tender innocence
Our bodies swayed with the rhythm of a kiss
My fingers were colors, her skin an empty dawn
Lightning strikes once or twice and then it's gone
Lightning strikes once or twice and then it's gone
And when it's gone it's gone

Like sweat beneath a summer moon - a fever in the night
Vapor trails of sorrow thrown across an empty sky
Burning for a moment only when the moment's right
And it leaves me waiting for another lightning strike

Don't leave me waiting
Don't leave me waiting...
Track Name: Rewire
Somebody rewire my insides
My worries won't slow down and my doubts won't die
A wild dog tethered to a tree
Chewing off parts of itself just to break free

Somebody rewire my world
I am an empty, open-ended promises to a kind-hearted girl
A wild bird tethered to the ground
Sings her saddest songs without a sound

Somebody rewire my heart
Wanting what I'll never have tears me apart
A wild beast tethered to another
Both running to the opposite ends of the earth - running from each other
Running from each other
Track Name: We'll Always Have the Radio
When we were young we traded our lungs in the for lust
Out in the streets grinding our bones into dust
And aww, when Morrissey sang those sad, sad songs
Aww, we were dying to sing along

Ooo, we'll always have the radio
Ooo, we'll always have the radio

When we were young we surrendered our grace to the heat
Out in the woods melted into my backseat
And aww, when Morrissey sang those sad, sad songs
Aww, we were dying to sing along

Ooo, we'll always have the radio
Ooo, we'll always have the radio
Ooo, we'll always have the radio
Ooo, we'll always have the radio

And all this aching, why won't my thoughts be still
I don't want to change but I know that I probably will
That horizon is taunting, teasing before the kill

But aww, when Morrissey sang those sad, sad songs
Aww, we were dying to sing along

Ooo, we'll always have the radio
Ooo, we'll always have the radio

Ooo, we'll always have the radio
Ooo, we'll always have the radio
We'll always have the radio
We'll always have the radio
We'll always have the radio
Track Name: Mary Magdalene
I was lean and strong at twenty-one
Blue eyes staring at the sidewalk chalk
Full of love and lust and in-between
Blue eyes staring at the city streets

A linen dress tight to her skin
She waved her hand and commanded the world to spin

Aww, floral prints and blue jeans
Aww, floral prints and blue jeans
Waiting on my Mary Magdalene
Waiting on my Mary Magdalene
Waiting on my Mary Magdalene

She was silk and smooth at twenty-two
Brown eyes burning off the teenage blues
Full of wasted hours and wildflowers
Brown eyes burning with unholy powers

A linen dress tight to her skin
She waved her hand and commanded the world to spin

Aww, floral prints and blue jeans
Aww, floral prints and blue jeans
Waiting on my Mary Magdalene
Waiting on my Mary Magdalene
Waiting on my Mary Magdalene

A linen dress tight to her skin
She waved her hand and commanded the world to spin

Aww, floral prints and blue jeans
Aww, floral prints and blue jeans
Waiting on my Mary Magdalene
Waiting on my Mary Magdalene
Waiting on my Mary Magdalene
Aww, waiting, waiting, waiting on my Mary Magdalene, ahh...
Track Name: Desire
Desire like dirt in the road
Washed out by the rain like empty newsprint boats
Fast when they're dry but onward they sink like a stone
Onward they sink like a stone

Desire like lust in the sun
Boiled in the heat of tender burning tongues
Wishes carried deep, humid in my lungs
Humid in my lungs

Desire like dark Spanish eyes
Bright flashes of neon on hot summer nights
The moon hung like a kiss in an indigo sky
In an indigo sky

Desire like vows in a church
Whispered like a poem buried in the earth
Broken by the sun until all that's left is dirt
Until all that's left is dirt
And now all that's left is dirt
Track Name: Roses and a Romeo Mask
The wind exhaled and blew back her hair
A vision frozen in time
Denim and suede, a Ray-Ban charade
Playing movies in the back of her mind

A second-hand Shakespeare I stood in the dark
Throwing roses and choking on rhymes
She laughed through her teeth and grinned in defeat
As her shadow touched shadows with mine

If I could change her mind you know I would
If I could change her mind you know I would

Black lace and silver with flashes of gold
She stared out the window in pain
Lost in my dreams, too stubborn to see
The stress in her delicate frame

If I could change her mind you know I would
If I could change her mind you know I would

But I still hear her Gypsy song
All the reckless and empty promises
But I know that the moment's gone
Oh, I know that the moment's gone

She drifted away as quick as she came
Now in fevers I sweat out the past
I'm drinking too much and I'm thinking too much
Of roses and a Romeo mask
Of roses and a Romeo mask

If I could change her mind you know I would
If I could change her mind you know I would
Track Name: The Southern Wind
White sand on an empty beach
Standing still and staring out at the open sea
Memory stains that I can't erase
Tattooed, burned, and scarred in the lines upon my face

The southern wind is blowing over me again
The southern wind is blowing over me again
Blowing over me again

Red lips on an empty glass
Voices echo still from the shadows cast
Spilled my blood at Calvary
But I am still as fucked up as I used to be

The southern wind is blowing over me again
The southern wind is blowing over me again
Blowing over me again

White sand on an empty beach
And I am still as fucked up as I used to be

The southern wind is blowing over me again
The southern wind is blowing over me again
Blowing over me again
Blowing over me again
Blowing over me again

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