Tony Romanello and the Black Jackets
Chasing Airwaves (2015)

Credits and Production Notes:
Tony Romanello – vocals, guitars, keys
Andy Callis – guitars, backing vocals
Mike Taylor – guitars, backing vocals
Matt Vandaveer – bass, guitars
Mike Friedemann – drums

All lyrics by Tony Romanello [BMI]; music by Tony Romanello [BMI], Andy Callis [BMI], Michael Steven Taylor [BMI], Matt Vandaveer [BMI], and Mike Friedemann [BMI]. Recorded September 2014 - July 2015 Tulsa, OK. Mastered by George Geurin at DES Mastering, Dallas, TX July 2015. Art concept and design by Matt Vandaveer. Very special thanks to Mark Bahlinger for art direction and design layout.

Special thanks to: 91.3fm KRSC, 97.5fm KMOD, 104.5fm KMYZ, Home Groan, Davit Souders, Donnie Rich and everyone at the Shrine, Mary Ellen Slape and everyone at the Hunt Club, The Colony, Soundpony, Jeremy Skinner, Tami Losoncy and everyone at Midtown School of Performing Arts, Gary Hizer, Norman Music Festival, Mayfest, Tulsa World, Urban Tulsa (R.I.P.), The Romanello Family (Julianne, Michael, Monica, Peter, and Mike & Leigh), The Callis Family, The Taylor Family (Heather, Natalija and Sophia), The Vandaveer Family, The Friedemann Family (Raye, Jaxon, Emilia and Phoenix), and all our other family, friends, and fans. We appreciate you all sticking with us!

(c) Tony Romanello and the Black Jackets 2015 all rights reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.

Lyrics:
Disregard:
I try to wake up, I try to hide -- omission was the greatest crime. A silhouette. No time is left. I keep replaying it all in my mind. Mind over matter this time. All of this time but none of it left to lose. Rewinding thoughts. Remembering bits. Tracing intentions -- o how I wish I could have done something more. Through every doubt, now I admit, draw dotted lines -- o how I wish I could have done something more. Stuck in the middle. stuck in the middle. Omission was the greatest crime. Somehow I knew it all along. Could not admit it think I'm losing my mind. Mind over matter this time. All of this time but none of it left to lose. Rewinding thoughts. Remembering bits. Tracing intentions -- o how I wish I could have done something more. Through every doubt, now I admit, draw dotted lines -- o how I wish I could have done something more. Stuck in the middle. Stuck in them middle, think I’m losin' my mind. Mind over matter this time. All of this time but none of it left to loose. Nothing lasts forever.

Extinction Radio:I can't find which way to go when I turn that dial on the stereo. Been chasin' airwaves with satellites. A million bands. A million hits. A million crooners with youtube fits -- The interwebs killed MTV's star. Your radio's on the brink of extinction. It's taking all I've got to get you to listen. Status knots, and tweetered thoughts, recording gear in a computer box - I need more storage for all my internet friends. Traded my band for more bandwidth - digital bits trump guitar riffs. Has anyone seen a DJ in a long long time? Your radio's on the brink of extinction. It's taking all I've got to get you to listen.

Agoraphobia: Hey big city, bright lights, pretty things slowly fade. I can't see through the fog of disorder here. I can't believe it, ya i can't believe it. Dissociation, frustration, inability. I can't believe it, ya, i can't believe it. Hey big city, bright lights, pretty things slowly fade. Self medicate me, the diagnosis vary. I know the feeling, ya I know the feeling. You can relate and react before the attack, but I don't believe it, no, I don't believe it. Fall, fall, fall, fall apart. Stages of the cycle bring you back to the start.

The Start:Horizons call. Our bodies choose what is to gain. Nothing left to loose. We move along, we share the fight. We come from days, we come from nights -- Northern aurora, Eastern sunrise -- and through it all we share the light. Give it all away. Give it all away and find love. A humble call, difficult plan - too much to ask from a simple man? For reason may, might, and reason more but we don't even know just what we're searching for. Give it all away. Give it all away and find love. Find love. Moments of pain, moments of doubt -- they push and break from our insides out. Persuasion pulls on everyone. For where your treasure is, there your heart run. A humble call, difficult plan -- too much to ask from a simple man? But what we've lost through our misguided hearts could pull us back again - Right to the very start! Give it all away. Give it all away and find love. Find love.

Elephant Gun: After all of this time, then all of these lines, put matter over mind -- now left with a lie. I can see it in their eyes when I glance around the room. I can feel it like a heartbeat, hear it whispered like a tune. Everybody knows it... but no one wants to say it. So you stop and look around. There is one thing left to do. Elephants are in the room. One thing left to do - barricade them with the truth. No stones left unturned, but all of the while echos of those words barricaded with smiles. I can see it in their eyes when I glance around the room. I can feel it like a heartbeat, hear it whispered like a tune. Everybody knows it... but no one wants to say it. So you stop and look around. There is one thing left to do. Elephants are in the room. One thing left to do - barricade them with the truth.

Dogs on Television: I saw dogs on television barking up the trees of the gods of relativism, skippin down a pathway to a heaven with closets full of skeletons. Until the house of cards is tipped. And it's alright? You don’t say how much you really love us, anymore. These old dogs are wailin', they're not failin' raising cain from the coin of patrons of the priveleged life - a castle high in Babel with closets full of skeletons. Til the house of cards is falling in. And it's alright. The house came falling. They came running, now its not alright. Yeah, but it ain't alright. You don't say how much you really love us anymore. You don't say how much you care. You used to say it was a matter of time.

100 Ways not to Reckon: Talkin' to myself, or just listenin' when that's... all that you got. It might get cloudy when you're stuck questioning within your own thoughts. So maybe I'm a fool, I'm crazy, maybe I've... gone mad. Hey some say that's better than many of the alternatives. So am I a simple man; living life by the hand? I know I'm not setting any rules, ya I'm here amongst the fools and I guess I'm proud of it. But maybe I'm a complicated guy. Because I fail yet I try. I guess you call that faith and say its better not to waste it on a bad attitude. The commonness of simple men is a tale of ignorance verse bliss: some say a weakness, and others yet, eloquence. One side is reverant to truth. The other, knowledge on the shelves. Do I believe in myself, or do I believe in everyone else? Hey I'm an ordinary guy. But lord how i try, how i try. I've been up, I've been down, tried so many things, messed around... it's such a drag. So maybe I'm a complex man -- as complicated as complexes can. Well, how smart can you be when the ends and the means don't seem to add up one bit? I guess this tune will go on and on if true beauty survives. And we'll all be singing it together way after all of this dies... I'll just settle and say that I'm a man stuck between good and the bad. It proves we got one thing in common: we're all searchin' for something, and there's nothing wrong with that.

Sing: Everyone is lost wanting to be found. When syrens become your muse no one can resist the sound. Hope you know how to sing, just before we drown. Hope you know how to sing, before we run aground. When syrens become your muse no one can resist the sound. Hope you know how to sing, to carry us back home. All we need is hope - something to light our way. When silence becomes your ruin you've lost the golden age. Hope you know how to sing, just before we drown. Hope you know how to sing, before we run aground. When syrens become your muse and the course cannot be found. Hope you know how to sing, to carry us back home. When horizons become your tomb and your stars have all fallen down, hope you know how to sing, to carry us back home.

 

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