The Redux: Selections from Counting Stars and the MumbleOdd (2011)

Credits and Production Notes:
All Songs written by Tony Romanello [BMI] except track 11 written by Matt Vandaveer and Tony Romanello; tracks 1-8 © 2002, tracks 9-12 © 2000.

Performers:
Tony Romanello - Vocals; guitars; pianos/keys/rhodes/glock on tracks 1, 3, 4, 6, 8
. Blaine Nelson - Bass on tracks 1-8; pianos/rhodes/glock on tracks 2.
Steven Drozd - Drums on tracks 1-8.
Derek Brown - Piano on tracks 1, 7.
Erin Dunn - Cello on tracks 1, 3, 4, 8.
Matt Diekman - Viola on tracks 1, 3, 4, 8.
Isaac Ospovat - Violin 1 on tracks 1, 3, 4, 8.
Brigit Knecht - Violin 2 on tracks 1, 3, 4, 8.
George Ahmadi - Sax on tracks 1, 3, 7; Horn arrangments and score on tracks 1, 3, 7.
Chris Wilson - Trumpet on tracks 1, 3, 7.
Blake Edgmon - Trombone 1 on tracks 1, 3, 7.
Kumar Shimpi - Trombone 2 on tracks 1, 3, 7.
Brent Williams - String arrangments and score on tracks 1, 3, 4, 8.
Ben Marshall - Drums on tracks 9-12.
Matt Vandaveer - Bass on tracks 9-12.
Eric Knox - Piano/keys on tracks 9-12.
Additional backing vocals on track 7 by Andy Callis, Mike Taylor, Blaine Nelson, and Trent Bell.

Tracks 1-8 originally released on the album “Counting Stars” by Engine Shed Records 2002-2003.

Tracks 9-12 originally released on the album “The MumbleOdd” by Engine Shed Records 2000.

Engineering and original production by Trent Bell at Bell Labs Studios, Norman, OK 1999-2002. Editing and re-mixing by Tony Romanello 2008-2011, Tulsa, OK. Mastering by George Geurin at DES Mastering, Dallas, TX 2011. Original album art and design by Sean Pruitt at Colored Bean Productions 2000/2002 (www.coloredbeanproductions.com); Redux design by Mark Bahlinger 2011 (www.bahlingerag.com); Special thanks to Steve Gooch. more information at www.tonyromanello.com



Lyrics:
An Insomniac's Diary Here's a lesson in chance: The right place, right circumstance still offer nothing sometimes. And if you play by the rules you'll lose too. I bleed out all I can prove - I kind of like the pace - I'm not quite sure it will do - it's got me staring into space. Don't rest your eye. Don't sleep tonight. Even if you are tired of the fight don't rest tonight. You hear the hums from cocoons - Its such a confusing tune; dreams so excitedly new. With such a terrible tragedy where can you turn? Its such a confusing tune - In circles that I chase - I'm not quite sure what to do. Its got me running in the race. Don't rest your eyes. Don't sleep tonight. Even if you are tired of the fight don't rest tonight. Won't rest my eyes. Won't sleep tonight. Even if I am tired of the fight - Won't rest tonight.

The Amazing Disappearing Man Dances She dances inside my head with memories of stars through the leaves. And no, I won't go and chase the flow - but I must follow it. She dances inside my head and all I hoped it to be melts right in front of me - so I must follow it. And that's when she said that I need you. And that's when I said I don't believe you. Because once you said… I want to bring it all back again. She chances with every dream while hiding behind closed eyes, and what she can't see doesn't make her blind if there's no color there. So I chanced it again for one's sake and all I hoped it to be - well lets just say I know too much, and color it with frailty. And that's when she said that I need you. And that's when I said I don't believe you. Because once you said… I want to bring it all back again. And that's when she said that I need you. And that's when I said I don't believe you. Because once you said… I want to bring it all back at you… Come to me…

Novocain All the greatest treasures become tragedies. All the brilliant plans become parodies of the melodic symphonies of the mind. So why are these words so hard to find? It seems that its just begun to rise above - held back by this masquerade. And the walls close in… Concave Like a needle filled with… Novocain and sometimes I feel like… I'm missing the vein. Shouldn't have to be the same. Shouldn't have to play this game. So why not try… Looking at the gold but not all of the rules and try to make some sense out of these tools - there have been less enchanting fools. It seems that its just begun to rise above - held back by this masquerade. And the walls close in… Concave - Like a needle filled with… Novocain - and sometimes I feel like…I'm missing the vein. Shouldn't have to be the same. Can anybody spare the time? Or can you severe the edges to find if this is over rated? A chance can be saved - it's a crime. And the walls close in… Concave - Like a needle filled with… Novocain - and sometimes I feel like…I'm missing the vein. It wouldn't have to be the same - would have to play this game.

Finally Found Just when I saw myself I knew I was just dreaming. So, tell me how else can I stay awake? Again and again I brace myself far away. These dreams will remain dreams until I fall from sleeping. There's no one else around, so who's to blame? Again and again I brace myself far away… I've finally found a place where I belong. But there's no secret lessons - just a sun to revolve around. I've finally found a place where I can be myself (I've finally found a place where I believe) and somehow it feels like heaven with my feet firmly on the ground - and just a sun to revolve around. Can I believe this place I've finally found if there's no secret weapons - just a sun to revolve around? Just a sun to revolve around…

The Artist Her art has always been confused. Pockets empty, arms in blue. And as she smells the sweet perfumes she waits all too long… Her art has always been confused. She's painting greens in the afternoons and as the city lights pass her by in her room - still she waits… On these fables That canvas and dreams meet on tables Artists deceive To be able To paint this charade how they want Her art has always been confused. She sometimes screams in red and yellow hues regarding shades of bright maroons on a slate - and still she waits. So she rarely paints in blues. Her art is not all that's been confused. And as the city lights, they pass her by in her room she waits, But don't you wait to long… On these fables that canvas and dreams meet on tables that artists deceive to be able to paint this charade how they want to see them. And, O the sweet perfumes… You paint me pictures and scenes now that I - I've found my nerve. You paint me pictures and scenes, well now, here are my thousand words. And I've seen nothing of worth. I've only smelled the sweet perfumes… Of these fables - that canvas and dreams meet on tables - that artists deceive to be able to paint this charade how they want to see them. O the sweet perfumes… all that was left in the room.

Why Reminisce As I pass the time with my thoughts looking back over memories made and declined I try to decide which is right. There's more than one way to sift through these pages and dance through these stages sometimes these angel wings are too bright. Now you're free… To chance the divine and leap from these cages over canyons that split and divide; a call to the wild - running inside. And all my passions for the tender embrace and the angelic face of your smile. The world sometimes blinds and you're too bright. Now you're free… And I watched you fight. No ocean's too deep or no sky's too oversized to keep this light o, inside of you…. and I watched you smile - what a sign. The tears from inside when you cried… "Now I'm free…" So why pass the time with my thoughts?

Tell Me, Please Pardon me, now sir, if you please, but there's just this question and its pestering me: Does everybody have their hopes and dreams? Are we all the same? Do we try in vain? Do we succeed? All these things that I want to be, I would give them up to just become me. I'm off and running - running deep inside. But I don't know who, I don't know who decides the game… Tell me, please, are you just like me? Do you imitate, fall somewhere in between? Do you want to follow what you try to believe or do you fall a step away again…? All these things that I want to be I would give them up to just become me. Off and running - running deep inside but I don't know who decides the game… Tell me, please, are you just like me? Do you imitate what you're trying to be? I'm almost ready - Why, couldn't you see? I'm in too deep I'm in too deep, I'm afraid.

Cry for Me Simplicity. Another face in the crowd But it bleeds - not the same. One more and I'll overcome - every time that you smile - O, won't you smile for me. And I'll breathe - all these changes take their places. But I'll bleed - all things will heal in good time. Your worries become tears and what's done is done. So every time you cry - O, don't you cry for me. And I'll breathe - all these changes take their places. But I'll bleed - all things will heal in good time. I'll be the one that holds onto you… Simplicity - I'll overcome. Every time that you cry - O, don't you cry - don't cry for me. (I'll be the one that holds on to you). Don't cry for me… I'll Be the one that holds onto - I'll Be the one that holds onto you…

Fingertips: If the stars can shine then so can I - into the sun and don't wonder why when all the clouds around here glide… Focus tighter than the sharpest eye - cut the lids but never blind with the candle light - I won't… Bow down to these fingertips This lipless kiss Won't let me breathe Or let me leave This cage its killing me Complications - why don't you see That its under me… Bababababababababa… Like simple thoughts that dance in a child's mind - nestled in the peaceful rye - rolling mossy stones aside… There's no room to sit and wonder why - no stick to mark or measure by - so straight ahead and always shine.. And I'll file these fingertips To listless bliss And never bleed And never need… This stage its re-filling me The situation has let me be Set me free Babababababababababababab… And I'll try… I'll pile these fingertips Like useless bricks of decadence And consequently I'll sail these fingertips Like dying ships Into the see They'll never leave…

Everything: How can I speak these words out right to an angel in the night with words unspoken such as these that lie behind facades of dreams… With words unspoken inside dreams? So if I take the time to open will you show me? She seems like everything to me But what's inside her eyes, is it glistening? And Will she ever be with me? (repeat) I've tried to sing this out at last And hide behind this music mask Don't say that this isn't for real Because to me this is how I feel With words unspoken inside dreams? So if I take the time to open will you show me? She seems like everything to me But what's inside her eyes, is it glistening? And Will she ever be with me? (repeat) Am I asking for too much? Just listen to my song's touch But I feel this should be told So before you, before I unfold… She seems like everything to me… How can I speak these words out right?

How To Drop Things: Even if I traveled across time From outer space - a thought divine Even if I failed to just let it go I've been learning how to crawl across my face Between my spine and this rock place But there's just a nail that grabs ahold I've been learning how to drop things on my head I've been learning how to fall before I'm dead And its just the same I can't swallow I'm ahead of the times I forget what to say I'm in love with these crimes I cannot obey And its just the same I can't swallow I've been learning how to drop things on my head I've been learning how to fall before I'm dead And its just a shame to just let go… I will not sleep I'm in too deep I will then always wait and feed on them But not in between I'm in too deep I will not sleep I will not sleep I will not sleep

Under the Blue: I feel wasted I'm under the Blue Just because of You All this senseless screaming inside was all that I knew Just to get outside it - once because of you… Once because of… All these changes They are coming through Ya, they're a part of me too And these sundown nothing phrases Are all that I do… But I break inside it - once because of you… So if I chance this Which I might just do All that's planted - it shatters It seldom matters, that's true So I break inside myself And I won't regret this If it's the last thing I do Either way I'm breathing I'm starting to see things through But until then I'll be caught under the blue… Once because of you… It won't be long It won't be wrong But I don't belong ... because of… and I don't defend that I don't pretend but I'll walk to the end because of you…

 

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