The Things You Can't Take Back - EP

by The Black Sox Scandal

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released 15 July 2014

Written & Performed by The Black Sox Scandal
Recorded by Joe Dell'Aquila at Exeter Recordings
Produced by Joe Dell'Aquila & The Black Sox Scandal
Mastered by Bill Henderson at Azimuth Mastering

The Black Sox Scandal:
Tom Smeaton // Lead Vocals
Dan Lisi // Guitar, Vocals
Colin Hyland // Bass, Vocals

Additional Musicians:
Mike DiGuglielmo // Drums
Zac Wong // Keys, Synth

Artwork & Design: Mallory Guzzi
malloryguzzi.com

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Track Name: Second Place is for Suckers
Settle, settle
Where did we change along the way?
Second place was just for suckers,
The weak or led astray
You can offer me reason why
But I’ll find the liar through your eyes

In this mess we created
Promises unkept and misstated
You’ll see there’s more to me
But the truth is we’re lost in apathy

They had no problem when they bled me dry
From keg stands to powder kegs,
All the best years of our young lives
What’s it all for?
A scripted piece of paper
With a fancy fucking seal?
Cash the check to nowhere or demise

In this mess we created
Promises unkept and misstated
You’ll see there’s more to me
But the truth is we’re lost in apathy

Maybe I should have listened
When they said to sell my soul
But what’s the point of finer things
When you’re never really whole?
I haven’t climbed the ladder
And I haven’t left this town
But sworn to die, I promise you
I’ll never let this world break me down

In this mess we created
Promises unkept and misstated
You’ll see there’s more to me
But the truth is we’re lost in apathy
Track Name: Heart of Gold
I swear, I swear I’ve had enough
This empty apartment shakes
And I know, I know I can’t get out of this alone
For all the ideal thoughts you shared with me
It always mattered someplace
Just never here, not now

There’s no such thing as a heart of gold
There’s no such thing as a heart of gold
We’re chasing for a future
Past the dock to that green light
A beacon I believe in pulls away
To show I’ve learned nothing at all
Nothing at all

I thought, I thought we had a chance
At the top of the towers
We spoke of love and eventuality
Taking things for granted, just beyond our reach
We weren’t contenders
Just pretenders, liars, with every word we’d speak

There’s no such thing as a heart of gold
There’s no such thing as a heart of gold
We’re chasing for a future
Past the dock to that green light
A beacon I believe in pulls away
To show I’ve learned nothing at all
Nothing at all

There’s no such thing as a heart of gold
There’s no such thing as a heart of gold
There’s no such thing as a heart of gold
There’s no such thing as a heart of gold
We’re chasing for a future
Past the dock to that green light
A beacon I believe in pulls away
To show I’ve learned nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Track Name: Ready, Fire, Aim
Ready, aim, fire
Only not in that order
Indecisive and unimpressed
On an impulse to pull yourself further
Away from what you want
Stuck in denial of our old haunts
Repeat yourself, but this time’s the last
Just know there are things you can’t take back

I can’t believe
I can’t believe
We’re going down this road again
Longing and lust is my best guess
But a wavering mind is the killer of progress

You’re torn on a long shot
But the truth is you got caught
And as hard as you try we just can’t forget

Cheap perfume and cigarettes
With a touch of whiskey on your breath
In devil’s grace and drunk demand
As he led you under, hand-in-hand

I can’t believe
I can’t believe
We’re going down this road again
Longing and lust is my best guess
But a wavering mind is the killer of progress
I can’t believe
I can’t believe
We’re going down this road again
Longing and lust is my best guess
But a wavering mind is the killer of progress

Beautiful thoughts weather away
With honest ideals and a brutal mistake
When words precede the actions
It’s hard for intentions to gain their traction
Maybe I thought that it’d be proper
To run to the door and beg to stop her
I’ll tell myself that I was above
But you were the closest thing to falling in love

I can’t believe
I can’t believe
We’re going down this road again
I can’t believe
I can’t believe
We’re going down this road again
I can’t believe
I can’t believe
We’re going down this road again
Longing and lust is my best guess
But a wavering mind is the killer of progress