Digging For Highs

by Two Out Rally

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Music and lyrics by Gabriel Zucker and Zane Smith.

Zane Smith: guitar, bass, vocals
Gabriel Zucker: guitar, bass, vocals
Zach Simao: drums

All tracks recorded and produced by Two Out Rally at Yale, except for track one produced by Nathan Prillaman and Two Out Rally. Album art by Zane Smith.

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released 26 June 2011

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Two Out Rally is a New York based rock band consisting of Gabriel Zucker on guitar/bass and vocals, Zane Smith on guitar/bass and vocals, and Talor Gruenwald on the drums, with original material by Zucker and Smith. The band has performed throughout New York at such venues as the Sidewalk Café, the Cake Shop, and the National Underground. ... more

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Track Name: Music and Cities
Your day will come
And your day will go
Your day is not the same as mine

I’ll wait outside
I’ll wait in here
I’ll draw my life as a dotted line

And I know
Where I’ll go
Music and cities
Music and cities

Your day has come
It’s yes or no
My dear, it’s not just you, you’ll find

I’ll leave this place
I’ll leave tonight
You’ll see we haven’t been combined

And I know
Where I’ll go
Music and cities
Music and cities

And I know
It’s all show
Music and cities
Music and cities
Track Name: Couldn't Be Home
You’ve got a palace somewhere
I knew it since you put it on loan
And it’s too bad it couldn’t be
Yeah it’s too bad it couldn’t be home

The flags can seem so far away
They flutter empty over your throne
It’s just too bad you couldn’t be
Yeah it’s too bad this couldn’t be home

And will you see me now?
I’ve walked for days I’m sure
See there’s a firestorm
That wants to close the door

Well, art it can be harmful now
It cuts you deep and into the bone
It said you wished that this could be
But it’s too bad this couldn’t be home

And life it seems so meaningless
It glides like oil over the stone
It’s just too bad you couldn’t be
Yeah it’s too bad this couldn’t be home

And will you see me now?
I’ve walked for days I’m sure
See there’s a firestorm
That wants to close the door

Crowds of people root for you
Thinking you could be anyone
It’s just too bad you couldn’t be
Yeah it’s too bad this couldn’t be home

I thought perhaps I loved you, girl
If ever I had loved anyone
But it’s too bad you couldn’t be
Yeah it’s too bad you wouldn’t come home

And maybe one day I will meet you again, it’s so different now
And baby you’re trying to talk to me, I don’t remember how

There’s two bright light girls I don’t care who you are if you’ll never say
And there’s diners and coffee and two empty hearts that won’t go away

See I’m glad that you listen too bad you don’t take it to heart at all
Well all of you listen and never think it’s about you at all
Yeah all of you listen and never think it’s about you at all
Yeah all of you listen and never think, never think at all
Track Name: Layers Off The Moon
You’ll live forever ‘til the end of time
Invincible to rhythm and to rhyme
Cloistered on the platform of the world

You’re the hunger of the one who’s always fed
You’re the thinking of a thought that’s always said
You’re electric shocks inside a silver ball

String-snapping cold-catching woman in maroon
Metal gears, scratching ears, copper-cased cocoon
What did you do with the princes and the pigs
Living off their toothaches and the sinking oil rigs

Think of them
Of them, not of you
Isn’t much surprise that you can’t
They’re just so completely out of view

Drip drying, evil-eying pitcher full of ale
Supercharged credit cards eating through the mail
Why did you clip those lenses on my eye
And did you take them from the body that was coming through the rye

Well you’re on the track and trying not to fail
Don’t you know, there’s plans that no one can derail
And they’re you, they’re you, all those plans are you

Think of them
Of them, not of you
Isn’t much surprise that you can’t, dear
That’s the thing you never learned to do

Tip-tapping, milk lapping, girl from Ashtebula
Standing in a daisy field holding up a tulip
How did you prune the layers off the moon
To keep them in a jar behind the pillar in your room

On the track, there’s room for just a few
We work so hard to learn that nothing’s new
And when you run, you know you’ll be alone