Hello Scones EP

by Jeff Pianki

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This is an EP I recorded in 24 hours of 7 songs which won't be included on my upcoming album "Hello Bones". You can download the EP for free if you download it as a bunch of separate tracks, or if you want to donate, you can buy it as a whole and name your price.

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released 11 May 2010

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Track Name: Annie Green Quit Speaking To Me
Annie Green was my very first love,
She walked out and said ''well I've had enough.
I set myself up for these things that won't last,
I hate where it's going, and it's headed there fast."

So Annie Green quit speaking to me,
I called once or twice and just got the machine.
I felt like a wreck for the next several months,
'cause my head can't make sense if my heart never does.

I met a nice girl, her name was Eileen,
When we were together, I forgot of Ann Green.
But time all alone was much harder it seemed,
From all of these dreams, Annie could never leave.

It took me some time, but I think I'm alright,
She left me a note on my window one night.
She told me ''I'm sorry I left, I was wrong."
I said "it's okay, but I think I've moved on."
Track Name: Washington
I've never been to Washington,
That's where my Uncle John comes from.
I've never seen the home in which
his daughters live and grew up in.

Never seen a mountain top,
from a city block where traffic stops.
I'd love to go

Never been to Oregon,
but i think it'd help me breathe again.
The trees they make more oxygen,
and people smile and let you in.

A rainy day, a normal state of mind
and I don't mind...
I'd love to go.

Never held on long enough,
or felt like I was truly loved.
I loved the way you'd sing to me,
what now seems like a distant dream.

I'd love to pack away my bags,
find a home and find a friend.
I need to live.
Track Name: Droplets and Drains
So much for rain,
for droplets and drains,
for waiting on weather with watery eyes
all full of distain

So much for sunshine,
'cause it never came.
The clouds opened up,
I peered past the dust, and it all looked the same

So much for sinners,
We'll all share the blame.
The infantry shot to the sky,
and now all has been covered in flames.

So much for heartache, so much for pain,
so much for waiting and wanting something
I could never sustain

So much for August, so much for May
So much for everything I ever wanted that faded away.

So much for everything I ever loved that faded away.
Track Name: Something
Someone caught me jumping the gun.
Saw me hold on too long,
to something I can't trust.

Somewhere I've written it down.
Each thought I don't want,
but can't figure out

Somehow I've made up my mind,
I'll take what I don't need,
and leave it behind.

Maybe there was a hole in your heart,
and time healed the wound,
but you still bear a scar.

We know nothing at all.
We set ourselves up,
but can't break our fall.

And maybe, a heart's not enough
Hearts are hard copies,
they can't explain love.
Track Name: Attachment
I realize we'll all leave someday,
to nourish the ground from where we came.
A name engraved in stone sits where we lay.
To be human is to learn to live with fate,
for we must die but also learn to be okay.

It still hasn't sunk in just yet,
that one day I must take my last breath.
The family and friends I would have left,
'cause what we know is what we never expect,
and with each start there is always an end

I realize we'll all leave someday,
so maybe I'll start praying on Sundays.
If love is not enough for heaven's gates,
I'll to the sky and call it faith.
But I don't think I'll ever be saved.
Track Name: Mean Old Man
I've got problems,
so I write them in a book for me to read.
They're all mine so no one else will get to see
my thoughts, my schemes and hopes and dreams.
Put 'em away, just for a rainy day.

I don't talk much,
never found much reasoning to speak.
Weather chats and pets are for the weak,
and drained, and socially restrained...
I don't really care about your stupid cat.

I don't get out much,
never been to fond of company.
Better with the T.V. and just me.
One mouth to feed instead of three,
or four, with them it's just a chore.
It's simply great when there's always plenty more.

I fell in love once,
she kicked me to the curb one summer night.
It scared me half to death, but I'm alright.
She was crazy as a bug that doesn't bite,
or pinch, or crawl over your skin.
I think about it, 'till my stomach starts to spin.

Sure I get lonely,
and wish for someone else to call my own.
It's harder than it looks to be alone,
and down, and out, and cold...
How I wish that you and I could just grow old.