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Nat Osborn Band EP

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Recorded at The Magic Shop Studios and Eusonia Studios
 
Nat Osborn- Keyboards, Piano, Vocals
Dustin Carlson – Guitar
Reuben Cainer – Bass
Thomas Hartman – Drums
Bruce Harris – Trumpet
Daniel Linden – Trombone
Mat Schumer – Baritone Sax
 
Produced by Alex Bilo
Assistant Engineered by Chris Shurtleff
Mixed by Scott Jacoby
Mastered by Emily Lazar at The Lodge, assisted by Chris Allgood
Album cover photo copyright Grayson Dantzic
Album artwork by Nick Kroetz

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released April 7, 2015

Header Photo by Grayson Dantzic Photography (@graysondantzic)

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Track Name: Exorcism
Break, breathe, beg, plead
It must be found, we’ll drag it out
 
You ache, and need, you scratch, I bleed
You smell the power, so sweet and sour
 
You’re tied, tied to me tight
Tied, Tied to me tight
Tied to me so low, tied to me so low
 
It’s not your lullaby that’s ringing in my head
No it’s all the things we should have left unsaid
Well you’re tied to me and we’re tied to the bed
At the start of this we’ve both been left possessed
 
Sweat, scream, you’re bound, yet free
Your trembling mouth, just let it out
 
You beg, you plead, you’re on your knees
It’s rumbling now, I hear it growl
 
You’re tied, tied to me tight
Tied, Tied to me tight
Tied to me so low, tied to me so low
 
It’s not your lullaby that’s ringing in my head
No, it’s all the things we should have left unsaid
 
Well you’re tied to me and we’re tied to the bed
From the start of this we’ve both been left possessed
 
Possessed.  From the start of this we’ve both been left possessed
Track Name: Too Late
Count your blessings, they number few
You’re overgrown and underused
All your restless ways have carried you this far
You lost you visions of champagne and caviar
 
It’s too late to sing, ain’t it now
It’s too late to raise your voice and shout
It’s too late to turn this thing around
It’s too late to sing
 
Count your blessings, they number few
You’re overgrown and you’re surely underused
You stood there helpless as they ripped you from your roots
You had a voice and a choice that you chose not to use
 
It’s too late to sing, ain’t it now
It’s too late to raise your voice and shout
It’s too late to turn this thing around
It’s too late to sing
 
Count your curses and fit them in a bag
Pull them out one by one and leave them in your past
You’re only human my friend and what’s the shame in that?
You have a voice and a choice and chance to make it count
 
It’s too late to sing, ain’t it now
It’s too late to raise your voice and shout
It’s too late to turn this thing around
It’s too late to sing
 
 
Don’t you know? It’s not just a one-man show
But if you raise your voice out loud, you could make a hundred shout
When a hundred sing, stand up and let their voices ring
That’s when you reach the homes, the heads, the hearts, and the heavens
 
Don’t you feel, somewhere in your heart of steel
You could maybe breathe again, feel the strength in your chest my friend
Don’t you know?  It was never just a one-man show

But it starts with a word, or a song, or a shout, or a whisper
Track Name: Jericho
I guess I’ll try again
Charge the wall head on with spear in hand
I’m on ass again and my arms are tired

I charged and charged until that spear was dust
I took a pick axe to the brick but just got stuck
The walls I swear they scrape the sky
The ravens mock me, cackling as they fly
 
Over Jer, Jericho
Where else could I be and how else would I know?
Jer, Jericho, how do I break you down?
 
Give me something I can fight
Sometimes you got to bleed to get your blood just right
And we could be in paradise
But I’m stuck outside of
 
Jer, Jericho
Where else could I be and how else could I know?
Jer, Jericho, how do I break you down?
 
And I swear I’ll be a good man if you let me in to try
My hands are cracked and bleeding and my body’s beyond tired
I’m too young to be broken, but I’m too old to be fine
I’m ready to surrender, so let those trumpets sound on high
 
Over Jer, Jericho
Where else could I be and how else would I know?

Jer, Jericho, how do I break you down?