The Blue Suede EP

by Gravity Tapes

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The Blue Suede EP is the introduction to Gravity Tapes, the foundation and potential. Driven on a kind of bizarre blue theme the EP explores deep moods, sparse concepts, and inverted perspectives.

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released April 8, 2014

Recorded and produced by Kyle Jones at Sleeping Brotherhood Studios
All artwork by Patrick Dibert

Gravity Tapes is:

Drew McClellan: Vocals, Guitars, Percussion
Jared Elrod: Bass
Adam Snook: Drums

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Track Name: Because of Me
everything's got a weight gotta pull in the hay load... same old same old... caught a word from a bird just the other day... maybe i don’t know what the future holds in store for us, but fuck, who does?... why bother trying to control it?... im over it... sometimes the inner mind reflects the outer expression... sometimes your actions destroy your thoughts... destroy your thoughts... see im a big bad karma jabbin’ yesterdays has been… sold a couple tunes had a couple ears grabbin’ it… time is the poison and im the antagonist… you couldn’t fathom this was all in a days’ work though… so sad woes don’t weep over sold poems… those souls coalesce and dance with the people… holding the mold once atoned for the social... lullabies help them all cope with the fold… dulled down by the drugs with no signs of resentment… most dumb kids lead a life, move slow… im on a high that dictates my contentedness… gotta move, booze, groove fast with the go… sometimes the inner mind reflects the outer expression... sometimes your actions destroy your thoughts… destroy your thoughts… someday your mind will crash… sometimes it won’t come back… some days it runs too fast… good things just never last… maybe i think too much… maybe i drink too much… maybe im just in love with blinding these open eyes... say with me one two three… 1, 2, 3… who wouldn’t lie to me?... is this a waste of time?... really its ignorance… cause’ really the thief is me… mainly because of me… really the thief is me… mainly because of me…
Track Name: Jesus and the Uppers
… just another day midweek and im calming my mind… another glass half full, it distracts me for now… the girl im chasing has a head like a stone… the one chasing me is young at heart and taking me home… the solo days have left me nothing but ignorant… and as i look around im just too drawn... it seems like i get younger every day… the more i grow the more i want to take the easy way… i stumble so much it looks like a march… still waiting for a love to revamp the art… i write like a goon on a Tuesday drinkin’ since noon… the world falls apart all i can do is break hearts and sing the mood… i blame society… i blame jesus and the uppers… i blame society… i blame jesus and the uppers...
Track Name: Pulse
sometimes i can’t feel my pulse… i guess that’s normal right?... this is the human high… sugar cane and savory flavors… consistent dilemma over value… people or paper… self induced or self abuse?... either way the populous is tiring out… either way the populous is tiring out… destruction also has a pulse and it also needs to feed… maybe a high in itself… just a bit of that unanticipated intoxication… let’s call it power… too many cowards in control… too many puppets run the shows… hardly in charge of their own actions… it’s all iconic salaries and eight ball hat tricks now… either way the populous is tiring out… either way the populous is tiring out… behind the walls there lies foundation… inside the storm lies energy… inside the sound you’ll find a passion… inside the passion you’ll find a pulse… besides the constant repetition… the faces that have lost their innocence… i still think something drives them forward… i still see all the cults and tortures… let it thrive until it falls… you can judge the end yourself… you will change forget the wrongs… maybe then you’ll find a pulse… let it thrive until it falls… you can judge the end yourself… you will change forget the wrongs… maybe then you’ll find a pulse… sometimes i can’t feel my pulse… i guess that’s normal right?... this is the human high… this is the human high… this is the human high… this is the human high…
Track Name: Sandy
had a lot of years and a lot to stomach… probably had fears but you never saw it… loved a good game and the family loved him… love was his strength so he kept on giving… even at age you’d have caught him grinnin’… never lost faith in the life he’d lived in… had a straight head ‘til the lights grew dimmer… who knew the end would’ve been so blissful?... keepin’ gram happy was your profession… played a strong roll and a better best friend… i still remember my childhood family… Ian had a pal and the girls had gramps… now im caught up in a swirling past… thinking of you makes me skip a breath… seems that you past the test with flying colors… as we all must rest… thank you Sandy… all the lives will reach their peak… thank you Sandy… all the smiles will rest in peace… thank you Sandy… all the lives will reach their peak… thank you Sandy… all the smiles will rest in peace…
Track Name: Sweeter Than Sugar
my love communication reached the limit for a while… gorgeous demonstration and most innocent your smile… as she’s sweeter than sugar tasting sweeter every time… but i am the bitter wine… this vulnerable patience how the floor would be the sky… heart of our relation rolling water from your eyes… as she’s sweeter than sugar tasting sweeter every time… but i saw the rivers cry... gone sailing… past daydreams… my veins pump wild… the day seems discontent, abundant… i wish to free my sweet dreams… don’t go i love you so the track replaying in my mind… and when it’s been long enough you’ll see it’s all in life… as your sweeter than sugar tasting sweeter every time… and honey, i recognize… gone sailing… past daydreams… my veins pump wild… the day seems discontent, abundant… i wish to free my sweet dreams…