white lies

by we.are.hunters.

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we.are.hunters.
of the next song
the new sound
of ourselves, and our satellites

we hunt the why and the how and the right combination
we are hunted by the lurking, great, wild, realization
that all we are is what we think, create, remember, and send into the ephemeral whatever

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released 06 October 2012
rosa – vocals
will – guitars
mark anthony calderon – bass
arron creechley – drums
charlie wilson – percussion, vocals, upright b.
lewis patzner - cello
dina maccabee - violin

produced by will/rosa/charlie wilson
recorded, mixed and mastered by charlie wilson at sonic zen records in berkeley, ca.

hunters. would like to thank charlie wilson for his help and his ears, mark anthony calderon for making the bass happen, arron creechley for being our drummer, lewis patzner for celloing, dina maccabee for her beautiful violin playing, courtney blazon for her amazing art, our moms, dad, sisters, nicholas leither, chris cerrato., arron c., stone
lucy, rick lambert, laurence scott of the famous, and our friends who have helped make these songs possible.

and thank You for listening

all songs by rosa del duca and will decher
all rights reserved

www.soniczenrecords.com
courtneyblazon.blogspot.com

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Track Name: ft. lee, va
walking down to ft. lee virginia
on the 4th of july
they’re playing guns and roses as
smoke fills the sky
looking over the fence
they go marching by
hot night in ft. lee virginia
where they learn to fight

bittersweet virginia
you were always bittersweet
so goddamn bittersweet
you were always bittersweet
and it’s not for me, and it’s not for you
and it’s not for me, no, no, and it’s not for you

inside ft. lee virginia
on the 4th of july
they set the sky on fire
over the top of the rise
this is all for you, as long as
you don’t change your mind
but sure as grass grows green
they’ll send you to fight

bitter virginia
why do you got to be bitter now
so goddamn bitter
and you can’t make a sound
it’s not for you,
can you hear me
you’ll change your mind
in a year or two
as you open your eyes
you’ll change your mind

sweet, oh sweet virginia
she belongs to me, and she belongs to you
Track Name: first one out the window
watch the players come and go
roll the dice
roll the dice the first
roll the dice the first one out the window

lungs full of mediocrity
take stock of me
small talk is no talk at all
bit by bit
bit by bit by baby then I bit my tongue
when you tried to kiss me

twist my arms behind my back
when you run down the stairs
it feels like a temblor to me
who ever
who ever said that
who ever said that you’re the same as me
roll the dice
roll the dice, the first one out the window

(chorus)

twist my arms behind my back
who ever
who ever said that
that you’re the same as me
Track Name: white lies
you pack your bags
you lock the doors
walk down thirteen floors
you take the bus, you take it slow
breathe in before you let it all go
you’re headed to madison
they need you in madison

the air is hot
the air is still
but a job’s a job
even the rumor mill
and a man is telling you
no need to get mad, son

you fool yourself,
think when in rome
you aren’t ready to go home
so you run their rumors
you’re running rumors
you go mad in madison
so you leave madison behind

and bring back little snow white lies
you survive by serving little white lies
over whiskey and wine
and never, not once do you falter
you serve us little snow white lies
too much whiskey and wine makes it harder
to read between the lines

as we close our eyes, drink in the lies
and give over

one step, two steps back,
walkin’ round town like you never left
Track Name: ambulance chaser
two in the morning, he's sitting in the kitchen
all the windows open, the scanner on high
his eye on the hospital driveway
this is how an ambulance chaser
passes the san francisco night

lights flash, he bolts outside,
hops on his street legal dirt bike
follows the smoke in the sky
thinking about moving on

at the scene there's a building on fire
flames shooting up fifteen feet higher
as the lens flares the firemen puff their chests
grab the ladder and they're rushing inside

funny how a day a dollar
starts to feel just like a collar
he’s thinking about moving on

shutterbug, circling fly,
sucks soul from the scene with prying eyes
and now all that he’s seeing is the victims,
try as you might, you can’t stay blind.

but his phone keeps on, on ringing
shortwave keeps promising a killing
the 10 o'clock's waiting
"c'mon man, i've got a deadline."

funny how a day a dollar,
starts to feel just like a collar
our ambulance chaser, he's
thinking about moving on
Track Name: rothko
rothko and clyfford and mary alice
summer of 1943
rothko and clyfford and mary alice
knocking round berkeley

saying won’t you come
won’t you come down to the gallery
stand here, no there, no here, no there, a little closer
tell me what do you see

and he’ll shake, shake,
shake the canvas clean
and he’ll shout,
shout his victory
but when you say I see red, all I see is red,
he’ll tell you no no no, no no no

it’s about myth in the modern conscious
it’s a skeptic’s society
it’s a room of mystic experience
it resolves eternal need

it’s not about love
never love, never you and me
it’s his very own birth of tragedy

red he said? this is not red
it’s the space between you and I
it’s the will of the hard black night
this is the handle of the knife
in 1970

this is a study in red (3x)
and his whole—
too afraid of real, it’s surreal
and the color that’s been chasing him
is getting closer. pick up the knife or
settle down to a life of black and red
Track Name: no there there
she wrote oh, she wrote it all down
not exactly how it happened, no, it’s all turned around

there was this fetching girl
and a tall lean man
all the girl loved were words
and the man, he wasn’t the first
to fall victim to her imagination

she wrote that all he loved were birds
not the free kind, the leashed hunting hawk kind

the villain and the heroine were once in love
it’s a fierce grip he’s got on her, he’d like to think so,
but there’s no there there, she looks through him like a kaleidoscope

lovesick and comatose
come down off your high horse
heart on the table, under the knife,
give up the ghost to save your life

she wrote, she wrote it all down
he loves his hunting hawks,
but she’s no bird of prey
she chose her favorite words
gonna end this thing today

everyone knows a caged bird don’t sing

she smiles at him, gives a little laugh, says here it goes.
“i’m an ingénue with the wherewithal
i’m gonna give you a little denouement
there’s no panacea for you tonight
give up the ghost to save your life”

the villain and the heroine, were once in love
“i’m an ingénue with the wherewithal
i’m gonna give you a little denouement
there’s no panacea for you tonight
give up the ghost to save your life”

lovesick
comatose and close
come down off
your high horse
Track Name: bad plans
he’s got a good ship
she’s got bad plans
he’s never gone under
but she knows how to throw down

she, she’s a stormy sea

the mast falls like timber and
she’s rockin’ the boat, rockin’ the boat
the deck breaks in splinters and
she’s rockin’ the boat, rockin’ the boat

he drops anchor
she knows it’s not over

she waves her white flag
but he knows he can’t trust her

he, he, he’s taking on the sea

he lights the cannons and
he’s rockin’ the boat, rockin’ the boat
she throws down lightning and
she’s rockin’ the boat, rockin’ the boat

then he’s gone overboard
he’s gone over
he’s gone under
she swirls him round and round

charybdis was her sister, after all
circe her mother
underwater she asks him can you keep a secret?
i don’t care who you are, i’m gonna pull you under, keep you under
because I can.