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The Lost Season Sessions Vol. 2: Madness and Monotony

by Ted Mccloskey

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1.
This Precious Mess The walls are caving in, get me out of this Want out of my own skin, come get me out of this It shakes me in the dark into wakefulness I just don’t have the heart for this precious mess I’m feeling so confined, come get me out of this I’ve got precious little time for this precious mess I poured some perfume in your name tonight Woke up and made breakfast at 3AM tonight It shakes me in the dark into wakefulness I just don’t have the heart for this precious mess I’m feeling so confined, come get me out of this I’ve got precious little time for this precious mess I’ve got precious fleeting thoughts I can’t get off my chest And precious memories I can’t seem to coalesce It shakes me in the dark into wakefulness I just don’t have the heart for this precious mess I’m feeling so confined, come get me out of this I’ve got precious little time for this precious mess I just can’t make it work on unemployment checks And my last precious nerve has already been spent I barely have the time, I barely made the rent I’m losing my mind total helplessness I just don’t have the heart I just don’t have the heart
2.
No Thunder Close to Me I thought you were a poet And found out you were a thief With rather delicate hands For a revolutionary Generals on horseback Tumble to the ground I’m holding a sledgehammer And you’re nowhere to be found I hear your silence and it’s deafening There’s lightning in the valley But not a whisper of thunder close to me I thought you were a singer Whose words would dance from a page But all of your bravado Is just a name on a stage I hear your silence and it’s deafening There’s lightning in the valley But not a whisper of thunder close to me You owe me nothing and that’s what I got You owe me nothing and that’s what I got Nothing…
3.
Downside of the Boom We’re all facing the same disease That led to this idiocracy It’s not the virus that’s on TV It’s the myth of the American dream Everyone move over, everyone make room We’re on the downside of the boom From blind, benign patriotic crackpots To malignant nationalistic rot It’s a land of manifest destiny That salutes a whitewashed history We’re running on empty, on our last fumes We’re on the downside of the boom The shining city on the hill Is swallowing a bitter pill Yet there are zealots that refuse to see The broken promise of the American dream But now the chickens have come home to roost We’re on the downside of the boom I fear the worst is yet to come Change is hard and not for everyone So buckle down and hold on tight I hope we make it through the night You can feel the sense of impending doom We’re on the downside, heading on the downslide Everyone move over, everyone make room We’re on the downside of the boom
4.
Statues 03:18
Statues Hatred hangs high On a pedestal A long, dark shadow That’s unforgettable Mallets and chisels Replaced the swords Intimidation Weapons of war We’re haunted by statues of ghosts Pillars of lies etched into stones These are myths of the lost cause, immortalized and cast in bronze We’re haunted by statues of ghosts Reconstruction A past disowned Pious redemption Recast in stone Looming figures Stare out at dawn Effigies Of lies agreed upon We’re haunted by statues of ghosts Pillars of lies etched into stones These are myths of the lost cause, immortalized and cast in bronze We’re haunted by statues of ghosts But reckoning has come at last And I’m standing with iconoclasts Tearing down statues of ghosts
5.
Angels in the Street The bell has now tolled For the summer soldiers Who have left the front lines ignored and completely exhausted But back to the cold Go the blistering soles On the feet of unshakable souls that have never stopped marching All the sins we’ve ignored Will rot us to the core So thank god for angels in the street The ones that still enlist Are those that have witnessed The all too common carnage that constantly blinds us Exposed at the roots Pointing cameras at truths To see the deeply embedded darkness that seems to define us All the sins we’ve ignored Will rot us to the core So thank god for angels in the street It’s not for the faint of heart To carry all of these scars Been far too feathered and tarred to turn the other cheek For all the lost and the loved Will look down from above And thank god for angels in the street All the sins we’ve ignored Will rot us to the core So thank god for angels in the street
6.
Amphibian 02:59
Amphibian I’m learning to live on land Out of the water and on to the sand Traded my fins for a pair of hands I’ll get to you just as soon as I can Crawled from the sea just to breathe in this strange world Crawled from the sea just to breathe in this strange world Can’t you see you made me an amphibian I like the taste of your oxygen And the way it travels through my skin It sends chills up and down my limbs I am an amphibian Crawled from the sea just to breathe in this strange world Crawled from the sea just to breathe in this strange world Can’t you see you made me an amphibian I grew a backbone and a new set of lungs I’ll pull you in with a flick of the tongue My evolution has just begun I am an amphibian I’m the creature from the black lagoon I just want to get closer to you Can’t you see you made me an amphibian
7.
The Invisible Man Maybe you’re blind or just walk in your sleep Or never look down when you walk over me You may be afraid of the truth you might to see Or just be oblivious to the soles of your feet But I am the Invisible Man And you couldn’t care less who I am I’m the invisible man At least I know where I stand Maybe I’m seen as a burden to you I’m better ignored than exposed in full view I’m better forgotten and kept out of sight In the darkness of shadows and the blinding white lights I am the Invisible Man And you don’t give a damn who I am I am the invisible man I guess I know just where I stand It’s mercy to lift me up to my feet But you’re far too content to let me lie in the street Far too content to walk consciously blind Yes I’m fully aware I don’t exist in your eyes Cause I am the invisible man And you don’t give a damn that I am The invisible man At least I know where I stand
8.
Begin to Break We lost track of time Laid motionless as it flew by Minutes turned to months Time moved slow then all at once We all could desperately use A little bit of good news Before we all begin to break Our muscles don’t respond And all our sense of touch is gone The wounds have yet to scar So we keep the screams inside our hearts We all could desperately use A little bit of good news Before we all begin to break
9.
American Man-Child I won’t be muzzled into silence Cause I got a mind of my own Listen my friend, your freedom ends at the tip of my nose I’m the lone cowboy A one-man firing squad I’m a man-child, an American man-child I don’t believe in your so-called “science” I’m free from that tyranny I won’t be taught and brainwashed By finger pointing elites I’m not a pack animal No one tells me what to do I’m a man-child, an American man-child I’m suiting up for the battle Cause no one treads on me There’s no debate, no give and take Just hand grenade diplomacy I’m the lone cowboy A one-man firing squad I’m a man-child, an American man-child
10.
(No Parking) This Side of Temporary Raise the rent, price us out Pack up the merchandise Tear it all down at a feverish pace Till there are streets I don’t recognize Mom and pop, closed the shop, forced to say their goodbyes Where we all going to go when we all get displaced? The sign says… There’s no parking on this side of temporary No long-term parking, it’s all temporary An overgrown construction zone When did this place get so tall? High rise floors with vacant stores You lost all your small-town charm They’re knocking down all of downtown, here comes the wrecking ball And all the familiar faces are all getting squeezed out The sign says… There’s no parking on this side of temporary No long-term parking, it’s all temporary Where we all going to go when we all get displaced?
11.
The Dream within the Dream Consciousness is worth its weight in gold It’s easy to find but impossible to hold Eyes get heavy, you stray and start to lose control It’s the dream within the dream The yellow lines have lost all their appeal Drifting eyes drift off of the windshield Sooner than later you fall asleep at the wheel In the dream within the dream There’s no parade, no cacophony No passing cars that jar you out of sleep You keep floating further from reality In the dream within the dream Everything feels so heavy now Everything feels so heavy now You catch yourself, something interrupts You’re energized the moment you unplug You’re not giving in you’re just waking up From the dream within the dream Everything feels so heavy now Everything feels so heavy now In the dream within the dream

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"The Lost Season Sessions Vol. 2: Madness and Monotony" was written and recorded between mid-June and early September 2020. It's a chronicle of our summer of discontent with an eye to an unwritten and uncertain future.

Once again, I am incredibly proud to have created a strong and cohesive statement in such a short period of time.

P.S. these songs are meant to be played LOUD.

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released October 2, 2020

All noises recorded in seclusion by Ted McCloskey.

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Ted Mccloskey State College, Pennsylvania

Ted McCloskey has been telling compelling stories to local and national audiences for years. He is a singer/songwriter, a multi-instrumentalist, a producer and film composer. He has eleven records to his name alone. His music has been featured on hundreds of network and cable programs and he’s shared the stage with the likes of Jason Isbell, Ryan Adams, and Alejandro Escovedo. ... more

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