Loud Pop EP

by The Commonwealth

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The Loud Pop EP is a sample of the first full-length album by The Commonwealth. LP available Summer 2012.

All songs written, recorded, and mixed by The Commonwealth at Nottingham Studio.

Patrick Burke: electric guitar, bass guitar
Andrew Kuhar: vocals, piano, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, bass guitar
Nicholas Kuhar: drums, percussion

All lyrics by Andrew and Nicholas Kuhar.

Photograph ("The Fight Italiano") courtesy of Jurell G. Sison.
Art direction by The Commonwealth.

(C) 2012 (Burke, Kuhar, Kuhar)

credits

released 28 April 2012
Patrick Burke, Andrew Kuhar, Nicholas Kuhar

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tags: rock blues orchestral pop Cleveland

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We are The Commonwealth, a disease-free group of young men with a Protestant work ethic and a winning smile. We are also grass-fed and cage-free.

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Track Name: Ichabod
I’ve been running around with my head off.
I’ve been losing sleep for the weeks that I have lost.
I’ve been losing ground with lonely words--
haven’t I told you where honesty has gotten me?

You’ve been kidding around with your head on.
Don’t you know I’d run to all the ones who’ve fled from me?
You’ve been heading out, and done so well--
haven’t I told you where honesty has gotten me?

I can’t take the waiting,
my head is already rolling.
And you can’t relate
when my head is already rolling.
Track Name: Loud Pop
Hide me in the back of alleys,
where the sun knows no one
besides my shame.
You and me will decide when we're lonely--
enough to pray for a day
when we're both there at once.

And it brings me down
like the hammer of the gods--
I’ll sing, "Heavens got a lot of work to do".
You’ll sing, “Heavens got a lot of work to do".

It gets to me; out of the way, I’m leaving--
no, I can’t get out of here fast enough.
You would laugh at all the ways that I lie--
what I’d give to keep what’s dead
all up, above the rest.

And you would carry me
like a god that you don't need,
but I'm not getting any lighter all this time.
And as it's bringing me down
like the hammer of the gods,
I’ll sing, "Heavens got a lot of work to do".

You would say, “You and I, we should both pray,”
but who the hell has bent a knee and found it not to bleed?
Who would lift all the weight that I left,
when you know that holding on will leave you
cold and old?

But you would carry me
like a god you don't need,
but I'm not getting any lighter all this time.
And as it's bringing me down
like the hammer of the gods,
I sing, "Heavens got a lot of work to do".
You’ll sing, “Heavens got a lot of work to do".

Hide me in the back of alleys,
where the sun knows no one
besides my shame.
You and me will decide when we're lonely,
and the sun is out--
Love, I’m begging you.
Track Name: Mad Old Man
Drifting by, whiskey poured,
lately I’ve been wanting more—
It’s all I ever do: declare myself the fool.
Getting home, nearly blind,
with a heart so old—
my god, it’s come to this: I sleep on a mess

Even you want to know
where the drunk and hardened go:
before, when I had it all, oh tell me about those days.
And I’d like to keep it going, when the evening’s low--
as much as I can get before I’m in the grave.

We all know what I am:
a bitter boy grown old.
You’ll be gone by day, and I, I’ll die right here,
with nothing more to fail.

Giving you all my wine, it lets me know
what’s on your mind--
I raise a glass my dear, to all these wicked years.
Letting go of hanging lights, help me home,
before I lose my mind, forgetting all this time.

We all know what I am:
a bitter boy grown old.
You’ll be gone by day, and oh, what I’ll owe.

We all know what I am:
a spent old man in robes.
I’ll be mad by day, and you, you, you’re so tired--
don’t turn me away.

I am no home.