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In the Company of Crows

by Tim Claridge

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1.
Well, I ain’t good looking, but I sure ain’t shy My friends think I’m ugly, I’ve got a masculine style Useless venom on the tv screen You pay a hundred dollars just for filling up the screen, You pay your hundred dollars just for filling up a screen. You should meet me when I’m in my prime, You should come back baby, in a few years time Now she’s off the menu, time to come back down, The name I used to scream is such a heavy fucking sound, The name I used to scream is such a heavy fucking sound Shake, baby, shake Dead black cat just lying in the road Honey you ain’t bad, you’ve got a complicated soul Solitude carves bits of sanity away Such cold company that you keep day to day Well is it jail or hell? Can you check my file? If I’m burning forever, I’m submerging in style You’re quite the companion, take me to the top You’ve got all my worst parts and that’s why I can’t stop, All my worst parts and that’s why I can’t stop. Shake, baby, shake Saw God’s name torn from a wall Like a dead dog falling from a brick walled bridge Saw the darkest moments by your side, Like the devil’s eyes in my headlights
2.
When you see yourself Do you feel like dying There’s an unstable state That I feel that I’m in There has to be a way For tomorrow While time slips away With or without you I’ve been praying for some rain Nothing came Darkest days, they go by Turns dark red I’m your hate, you’ve been blind This whole time I’m your pain, trapped inside Pale blue eyes If I show you my dark side Will you still hold me All my weaknesses, Then will you know me There has to be a way For tomorrow, My life slips away With or without you I’ve been praying for some rain Nothing came Darkest days, they go by They turn dark red I’m your hate, you’ve been blind This whole time I’m your pain, trapped inside Pale blue eyes
3.
Hanging me the devil Sold her soul again Razor shaves her hair off We’ll find another way Buried me an angel Summer in the rain Holds me like a mother Wash away the pain Why is it wrong to wash my pain away? There is a white thorn in my side today Burn until my head hurts You’ll see it in my eyes My wings were sewn in half, dear, Beauty trembles as it dies Hell’s inside these lyrics Crawling in my brain She still calls me sweetie, It’s driving me insane Why is it wrong to wash my pain away? There is a white thorn in my side today
4.
Even Angels 04:58
Never seen such suffering And never seen such hypocrisy Searching for your euphoria Fill that hole with the shit you love So you will crawl Even angels fall Funny you mention heroin, She makes me suffer to my last breath White noise voices, no other friends Not afraid of the grave, can’t wait for the end So you will crawl Even angels fall Never meant that much to me But never seen such hypocrisy Searching for your euphoria Fill that hole with the shit you love So you will crawl Even angels fall
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6.
One more coffee for the road One more hit before I go Get me out, it starts to burn I’ll forget more than you’ll learn Come face your god Confess your sins Come let it out And let me in Get me out it starts to burn I’ll forget more than you’ll learn I can’t take this anymore But I’ll pretend for just one more When it’s my time just tell mine I’ve got business on the other side It’s a death sentence you’re right The same is said for every life Come face your god Confess your sins Come feast your eyes On the face of sin Get me out it starts to burn Some hold tight and some will turn I don’t care anymore But I’ll pretend for just one more
7.
Black Wings 08:00
I'm used to pain like a dirty, black gutter Say what again, say it one more time, motherfucker In Jesus’ name you’re a pedophile, brother I used to see like a suicide, pull me under Back to your warm breasts Back to your black wings And you sooth my head Into your black wings She seems to sleep like a dirty, sweet cover Get on your knees, honey, would you please, pull me under Nothing is free, I’m just in between mothers I used to see like a suicide motherfucker Back to your warm breasts Back to your black wings And you sooth my head Into your black wings Like the world’s last pack of smokes You savour its farewell Till the world’s last pile of butts Looks appetizing as hell Till the sounds, they drown you out Immortal in my eyes Crooked soul, a heart-shaped hole Still carved inside of my mind And I’m back to your warm breasts And I’m back to your black wings Thought you said you’d be my friend I thought you said you’d be my friend
8.
Gone 06:15
I can’t think of what to say, I can’t think of what to say, just keep moving on Longest night, it starts to fade Colours blurring in your face, now the light is gone All the sheep are ruled by wolves, And torn apart by dogs So you turn to God In a world that’s torn apart by gods You can’t understand the pain, Only loneliness remains, now that she is gone I can’t tell you what to say, All this hell I have to pay, just keep moving on Misery is me today They say time, it doesn’t wait, well it seems to take so long In my head I see your place, Vague, sweet memories I hate, because they’re almost gone All the sheep are ruled by wolves, And torn apart by dogs So you turn to God In a world that’s torn apart by gods You can’t understand the pain, Only loneliness remains, now that she is gone I can’t tell you what to say, All this hell I have to pay, just keep moving on Now your shadow slips away Now your shadow slips away, back where it came from I can’t tell you I would stay I can’t say that I would stay, look what I’ve become I was born to crawl in thorns Through the shadow of my sins Lest we burn in hell For the God that lets the devil win
9.
I could see it on your face I could read it in the lines, From the movements in your eyes I could hear it in your voice You think you’re such a crooked mind And you’re not afraid to die So you threw it all away For a simple fucking case Of the daddy don’t love me blues Ain’t no sunshine in these eyes Ain’t no sunshine in these eyes You’re a junkie, so am I My mother was a witch She was burnt alive Little bitch, I still hear her cry So you threw me all away For a very simple case Of the daddy don’t love me blues My old man wonders where I’m at, And they keep trying to take me back No one’s home inside my head No one’s home inside my head No one’s home inside my head When we met you were just fine Now all you do is cry, Let the demons sooth your mind
10.
Vulture 06:36
In the desert, we’ll drive until we’re through I have to know babe, do you feel the way I do No direction, and the vulture grips his cane I hate reflections, it’s as if this were a game Can the devil see me yet With the tapestry of dead All the vultures in my head As the darkness seems to spread Until I’m facing hell I’m addicted, I’m the sum of all my sins I just confessed it, don’t need to confess again No one’s coming, left alone inside my cell Heaven knows it, heaven knows we’re bound for hell Say that you would stay, That you would stay with me Oh sweet Jesus, I’ll deny you to your face Thanks to your help, we’re a justified disgrace Satan met me, he said “son why aren’t you scared?” And I said “shit man, I dated your daughter for three damn years.”
11.
Falling 07:26
Thank you for your time and your hatred Thank you for dealing with my mind You know that I know that I need this Take me home, upstairs, bring me inside Thank you for messing with my conscience Thank you for leaving me alive Take it all, lying scared here And it ain’t enough to keep me satisfied Hey I thought we had a deal Make me feel alive It's time you bring out all your pipes Show me how to die Time we let these demons run Open up your eyes Time to live with what I’ve done Show me how to die Thank you for the pain and confusion Thank you for no truth against my lies You know that I know that I mean this That without those years, I would not have this life Nothing in my head seems to sooth me Suffer in my deepest done mistakes I’ll carry this cross with me In the choices I’ve made and the strangest twist of fate Hey I thought we had a deal Make me feel alive Time you bring out all your needles Make me feel alive Time we let these demons run Open up your eyes Time to live with what I’ve done Said it’s time to die And it hurts to set you free You make me feel alive But you’ll never follow me I see it in your eyes And I’m a child because I lie I lie cus I’m a child So I wonder why I get so cold Each time I see your eyes Hey I thought we had a deal Make me feel alive Time you bring out all your needles Show me how to die Time we let these demons burn Ashes in your eyes Time to live with what I’ve done A song for my demise

about

Spent about a year depressed lying in bed with an acoustic guitar writing songs. Eventually I decided to get it all out of my system.
Recording was probably the most fun I've ever had and the most satisfying experience of my life. It was also a shit ton of work.. Recorded guitars live with the drums. Then re-recorded double tracked rhythm guitars, acoustics, clean electrics, bass parts, guitar solos, extra effects (mandolin, 12 string, organ sounds), then did vocals. 12 songs of all that, and by the time I had to sing, I was fucking exhausted. By the time I was done singing, I was completely sick of music (which was a depressing state to be in for the day that it lasted).
This is my first attempt at singing and being a solo artist, and I really had no idea what I was doing. My goal was to learn, have fun and move on. I think I've accomplished that. There's not a song on here that I wouldn't re-record parts or add things onto, and I couldn't be more pleased. In the process of recording, I've learned more about myself and music in general than I ever would've on my own.
If I should do another album one day (I still love writing songs and riffs and singing..) I know it'll be much, much better than this. And I'm excited to maybe one day hear that album. I'm not even sure what kind of sounds I want to stick with. This one's kinda all over the place. I enjoy hearing the heavy stuff that I like to work out to, but I might be better at doing the more pink floydish style stuff. We'll see how things turn out.
I'm giving this album away for free, despite spending my own cash recording in an awesome studio, because I didn't do it for money, or a career. I did it because music is what I love doing. In any art form, having your vision translated from a blurry, perpetually warping spawn of an idea inside your head onto the frozen, flat canvas of reality is basically an indescribably satisfying and frightening event. I'd relate it to sex. I'm too tired to think of a way to describe the metaphor. There's something there though. Use your imagination. Mine's exhausted.

Oh yeah, about the music.. My favourite moments are all of the fucking drum fills, the strings in plastic mecca, Natalie's vocal solos (told her to do a pink floyd thing) at the end of RLJ and Black Wings, the recording I found of my deceased Grandad singing choir music I put at the start of Black Wings, and the guitar solo in Even Angels.
I think basically all of the guitar solos were improvised. Sometimes I did a couple takes of messing around and then put ideas together. Having no solos written (or I had some, but abandoned them..) I got to shred cranked up on a sexy as fuck gibson les paul (rented..). Looking back, I wish I shredded a bit less because I much prefer listening to the more melodic stuff that came out, but it was just too much fun at the time and my fingers were calling all the shots.
I'm pretty psyched on the heavy, fucked up rhythm guitar sounds I got. Next album would be more of that. Because it's just so much goddamn fun.
Lyrically, this album's kinda all over the place. Sometimes it just comes to you and it's great, and sometimes it comes to you 5 minutes before you record it and you think it's great, and then it's suddenly too late to change it... I think some of the lyrics I just didn't take seriously or I was just so fed up with writing and rewriting that I could've done it better, but yet.. I couldn't at the time. Black Wings has a reference to Pulp Fiction in it. Why? I have no fucking idea. Absolutely none. Maybe it just shows some of my strange sense of humour shining through. Or I was born challenged. And my parents have been paying all of you to be nice to me this whole time. I have my theories.
I wanted to make music like Alice in Chains. Then I added in bits of everything else I listen to, until only a few songs ended up even remotely still sounding like them. Which is awesome. My favourite influence was Tom Waits on Devil's Eyes. So much fun to sing like that and almost deliver the lines as a character instead of just myself. I hope to do that a lot more in songs.

Anyways, I think I'll dedicate this album to Dia, Ashley, Ash, Natalie, and Paula. 5 women without whom, I never would've gotten this far. Thank you.
Thanks for listening, hope some people enjoy some of the music. I enjoyed making it and at the risk of revealing a deep seeded narcissism, I love listening to it. Gave me something to exercise to while waiting for Queens of the stone age, Alice in Chains, and Soundgarden to finish their new albums.
Tim

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released April 8, 2012

Tim Claridge- guitars, vocals, bass
Dave Grohl's evil twin- Drums
Natalie Ramsay- vocals
Ben Gibbs- bass on Red Leather Jacket, Gone, and Black Wings (bridge section of song)
Cameron Wilson string quartet- strings on Plastic Mecca, Dawn of the Shred, and Falling

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