Now Streaming: Trust Falls EP

Trust Falls EP is now available on Bandcamp, all your favorite streaming services, and right here on our site

Our Production Team

Trust Falls EP was produced by an extraordinary group of music industry veterans

Matt
Walker

Producer

Scott Tallarida

Recording Engineer

Joe
Lambert

Mastering Engineer

Tracks and Lyrics

Fashion Show

Lyrics and Music by Erik Uppenberg

This is not a dinner party
No one’s laughing at the jokes
All you rock stars go kill yourselves
We’re about much better things

This is not your clientele
The tits aren’t mass produced
We’re all ugly here and born this way
The crowd has left the room

We’re not in fashion
We’re not even wealthy
We’re justified by age
We’re not into rage
We just want to be hard rockers
We just want to be hard rockers
Because we’re better off that way

This is not a fashion show
Filled with pretty things
All the girls are making out
And all the boys are on their knees

This is not that chipper concert
All the songs are sad and broken
All our heroes are dead and gone
And the new ones have no faith

We’re not in fashion
We’re not even wealthy
We’re justified by age
We’re not into rage
We just want to be hard rockers
We just want to be hard rockers
Cause we’re better off that way

Imposter

Music by Erik Uppenberg, Ed Jaffe, and Jarrett Dapier

Lyrics by Erik Uppenberg

Outside the impostor is revealed
But inside the true self is concealed
And the moment you decide, it’s all a dance
And the choice to run or fight is all you have

Stand up
Or turn away
Stand up
Or run away
Sometimes this world is upside down
Stand up
Or turn away
Stand up
Or run away
Sometimes this world is upside down
Then it lets you down

What are you doing here?
Standing
Waiting
Why aren’t you standing there
Punching
Fighting

Shit Times

Lyrics and Music by Erik Uppenberg

I left my home to find I was mistaken
For a man I used to know
Woke up in the bed of an angel
Behind the wind and snow

See the world crumble around us
I was dreaming on a train
Some say the life we left was wasted
I remember you

How many lifeboats out at sea
Would want to save a fool like me
You can hear me singing
Then sink so slow

Cause’ these are hard times
And these are poor times
And these are love times
Without any highs

Writing letters to the sacred
I’m not a family man
Then I saw her and I was taken
Only lovers understand

In the moment of repression
Escape to a faraway land
Some say the life we’ve left was wasted
I remember you

How many lifeboats out at sea
Would want to save a fool like me
You can hear me singing
Then sink so slow

Cause’ these are hard times
And these are poor times
And these are love times
Without any highs

And these are shit times
And these are poor times
And these are shit times
And these are poor times

It’s all in the way you see it
It’s all in the way you see it
It’s all in the way you see it
These hard times

Good Ones

Music by Erik Uppenberg, Ed Jaffe, and Jarrett Dapier

Lyrics by Erik Uppenberg

Fangs for teeth
Simple words that make you bleed
And all you’ve known
Is waiting for
The brutalist of all

And it sounds like

One of the good ones
Again
One of the good ones
One of the good ones
Again
You’re losing your sight
You’re losing your sight

It’s plain to see
Hidden words that remain unseen
And all we’ve known
Is waiting for
The perfect star to fall