Urban Soul

by The Commonwealth

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DJ Ng Evolutionary and revolutionary tunes. Urban Soul is like Radiohead, The National, and The Black Keys combined together, creating music that is legendary. The Commonwealth creates transcendent soulful emotions about love, loneliness, sadness, but also hope by the beautiful instrumentations such as the bowed guitar and Thom Yorke style vocals.
Favorite track: Little Boston.
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1.
Urban Soul 03:08
I need to know: where’d you go? Did you need more time to draw a line through your love, Did he give you the world, then tell you “Oh no”? I’ve got to say ten more things, but I can’t get through one when I’m all red and dumb. Help me home-- oh, it gets you the worst when she’s filling you with hope. I need a new-- Anita, love, wrap me up-- I just can’t move on when I’m this alone. My oh my, does she give you a twirl, and then tell you “Oh, no”? I need a new urban soul! I’m a moonrise king with an “Oh-I-don’t-know” sometimes queen. It’s the end of the world, and she fills me with hope.
2.
My eyes cannot see far. My eyes already are way down from taking on the lies that youth can hold. And I’m by the phone for way too long, But you wouldn’t know, and I won’t say a word. My eyes already are good liars before he’s gone. I can hear the sound of wasted fools-- I’ll wait, I’ll wait, I’ll wait ‘til he gets home. But I’m by the phone for way too long, but you wouldn’t know, and I won’t say a word.
3.
Tunnel Song 03:17
I was hanging on by the strings that you already cut. See me danglin’ dear, down here where the weather’s rough? It’s easy: you lie, I lie right down this mine all night-- I try, you try-- I was hanging on, time-worn, then I let it go. You would never say It’s too dry when I pray for rain. You were full of luck while my failures added up, but I just wanted to sing tunnel songs for what you believe. It’s easy: you lie, I lie right down this mine all night. I try, you try, but it’s easier to know how I’d lie to you, right down this mine all night. And I try, you try, to hide it well. I was hanging on by the strings that you already cut. Slowly stirred from bed by the calls that were echoing, begging for a soul with the heart that we grew up on like I never meet anymore.
4.
Summer Noir 03:36
I get by, I move on, l leave when the wording’s wrong. If it gets any worse, tell my mom I had to go down to Duquesne to find my friends for the seventh time. In the night, in the cold, with a mouthful of better words-- I’m restored. What do you take me for? Nevermind, I don’t want to know. Heaven’s sake let me go-- should I be the only one shuffling back down the road, in a town that I barely know, where I take what you say too far in a loveless way, and tell it to the ghosts. Is it fair if I doubt? By now I thought I’d work it out, with a drink, on the phone-- no, we’re taught to let it go; better not to impose on lives better left alone when there’s more than enough back home-- I’ll remember us, and tell it to the ghosts.
5.
I would hope nobody needs to know what I’ve been through, and keeping from you. Wide awake in bed at ten-to-eight, I’m good for now, while the summer’s loud (and) just beyond my room. Had I said, “I need to rest my head, and you will too,” would we both come through? Love to find that one thing on your mind, maybe that’s one thing I can’t see through. You were meant to know when I’m alone, but you’ll never know when I am -- and we’re laughing at all our time. Made to break in twenty different ways, and one more time to read your pretty mind. Half asleep when you’re still asking me what I think-- I think I should leave. You were meant to know when I’m alone, but you never know where I am -- and we’re laughing it off this time.
6.
It’s easy to be so dumb when I’m looking for the words to call you home. Yelling at the top of my lungs is not as fun without you here. I don’t pretend to know what to do with all I’ve harmed--I’m not that bright. Where did you get that thought: that you were never smart enough to leave? I’m so bright. It’s easy to be so dumb when I know what you’ll say anyway. It’s easy enough to ask what you mean when you don’t laugh-- I’m keeping track. I’m so bright.
7.
Would you know it, I could leave now, with the youth I want to play out in the best room with my old friends, at a party we’re all dragged out (to) by our lovers, with the promise of a new chance. That won’t help me sleep and tell you about it all, what I have been dreaming up: how I hate feeling like I was closer when I left you alone-- a life well-known. Would you know it, I’m now bored of all the fire I need to blow out on the front porch with a clearer head, with the hope I’d want you to have, with the strength I wrote on my hand: your old number-- That won’t help me sleep, and tell you about it all, what I have been dreaming of: how I hate feeling like I was closer when I left you alone-- a life well-known.
8.
Supermoon 03:51
My mind is lost, never to be found. My mind is lost-- I won’t level out. I’m half in-love, then I’m let down when I’ve been good. All blackened gold around her neck, (it) suits her eyes and my regrets. It’s been a guilt-tripping luck, in a maze that I use to know. I was there, and I was scared-- maybe I belong out here. My mind is lost, never to be found. Fires on the lawn bought us time and kept me warm. I heard it’s poor for my health, (but) good enough to feel like help. And then you had to go as I choked up on the smoke. Well, I have somewhere close that I hid a long time ago. My mind is lost, never to be found.
9.
I was lost in the fog and mirrors, cause giving you up was all trial and error; I meet you on time, you’d be somewhere else-- I leave you tonight, you’d reach for my hand. But I can’t come home to you when I’m feeling like I do and I can’t say “I love you” without looking at the floor. So I’ll learn to like being alone when there’s nowhere else to go. I will foul or fuck this up, ‘cause I can’t keep a moment too good. All night long, were you wondering if right at dawn is when I’d be leaving? That was us, in the front yard where we burnt what we had on a tired land. But I can’t come home to you when I’m looking like I do and I can’t say “I love you” without looking at the floor. So I’ll learn to like being alone when there’s nowhere else to go. I will foul or fuck this up, ‘cause I can’t keep a moment too good.
10.
Mabel 03:37
My regards to the animal I was, a lion awake-- you dragging sticks along my cage. But I should’ve known we tease each other when we’re fond, just because. I recall our shadows on the sidewalk, as tall as we made our Goliaths out to be-- and I’m losing hold of all the people that I knew years before. Mabel, wait-- if you don’t have a thing to say, it’s better that we keep a little distance when I’m already told, “Don’t be so eager when she goes, ‘Dear, I’m lost.’” It was my mistake and wasn’t me to leave this way, so overwhelmed, but keeping on that, “Hope you’re well”. When it’s hard to say what’s keeping us alive and safe, please, calm me down if every word is a roar too loud. But would you carry me, with the things that you don’t need if I’m not getting any lighter all this time? And if it leaves me uptight, when my friends leave me behind, I’d sing, “We have all got a lot of work to do.” You’d sing, “We have all got a lot of work to do.”

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Urban Soul was written, performed, recorded, mixed & produced in its entirety by The Commonwealth at Nottingham Studio in north Collinwood, Ohio.

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released July 26, 2013

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

Strings and brass orchestrated by Patrick Burke
All lyrics by Andrew and Nicholas Kuhar

Sound Production:
Lead Vocal Production - A. Kuhar
Lead Guitar Production - P. Burke, A. Kuhar
Lead Drum Production - N. Kuhar
Auxiliary Production - P. Burke, A. Kuhar, N. Kuhar
Mastered by Adam Boose at Cauliflower Audio: www.caulifloweraudio.com

Art & Design:
Art direction by The Commonwealth
Design by Andrew Kuhar: www.andrewkuhar.com
Photography by Hilary Bovay: www.hilarybovay.com

Distributed by & released under Cellar Door Records

Special Thanks:
The Burke Family, The Kuhar Family, Hilary Bovay, Alex Koval, Lydia Munnell, WJCU 88.7, WLFM 87.7, WRUW 91.1, The Beachland Ballroom, The Brothers Lounge, The Grog Shop, The Happy Dog, Mahall’s, RTA and Tower City, John Stebal, Rod Reisman, and the Staff at Stebal Drums, Mick Miller at MAD Amps, and Warren Henry Music.

© 2013 (Burke, Kuhar, Kuhar)

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(Photograph by Hilary Bovay)

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