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A Dying Art (EP)

by Aaron Robinson

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1.
I believe in love makes me hold you close against your will I believe in beauty I believe it has a license to kill I believe in power how blind, it doesn't know its own strength I believe in selfishness but soon enough we'll be extinct and I think there's a God but it gets harder every day to believe I thank him for my money because in his absence it helps me to grieve "to grieve for what?", you ask get inside my head and you will know "know what?", you plead you will never know you will never know you will never know talk is cheap in a crowded bar talk is cheaper on a stage talk is cheapest behind a podium so sell, sell it to me the price is right for me say you love me and that I'll be alright sell it to me the price is right for me
2.
we fought about it that night on the car ride to the auditorium and it got worse when we got there and in the thick air the music made you cry and leaves will turn in our extended term but as we change for you, I'll always, I'll always burn but tonight I've been indicted why, why must we be divided? and I couldn't be the first one to love you wish I'd been around for that but I hope I am the last one to hurt you and I hope this is it and sad songs end when they shed their skins and the rain it pours and washes clean our sins and the leaves will turn in our extended term but as we change, for you, I'll always, I'll always burn and darlin' just hear what I say don't cry, just let the band play let the band play and leaves will turn in our extended term but as we change, for you, I'll always, I'll always burn and tonight, we'll be reunited
3.
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you held us in your hands with all your power so steady on your land and it was ours who knew we'd be as fine as the sand of an island we never felt it ourselves slipping but you were more than mine you were everybody's a little drunk on power's wine denied your duty and when you fell off of your pedestal no one came running no one forgiving it's like a dying art, I guess it's like a dying art, I guess it's like a dying art, I guess when they dragged you off in cuffs all alone and shaking I thought that you were tough did God forsake you? "Lord, please get him out!" I prayed and prayed for mercy but I heard nothing, no no, I felt nothing and I called on all your friends the ones who loved you but the burden of your sins too strong to budge them and you came out the end of their gauntlet broken, stripped and sunken, unforgiven it's like a dying art, I guess it's like a dying art, I guess it's like a dying art, I guess
4.
come with me now let me get you out of this house and pray the sunlight repairs and renews you let me smother what hurts under all my love but there is no escaping from a skin that traps the pain inside itself a life that could easily have killed a lesser soul but you just rolled on we're not as healthy as we thought we'd be but you're as happy as anybody because you know we'll be in a safe place someday but you don't have a way out of a skin that traps the pain inside itself a life that could easily have killed a lesser soul but you just rolled on so just hold on hold on soon you will be called upon and you will be called home
5.
heaven sent you heaven sent you heaven sent you God looked in my face and said "boy, you are through." heaven sent you heaven sent you God looked in my face and said "boy, you are through." but I didn't believe it til I saw it how could I have known? that heaven sent you heaven sent you heaven sent you God, God looked in my face and said "boy, you are through." heaven sent you heaven sent you God stared me down and said "here's what you'll do." and I didn't believe it til I saw it how can a man know what is on God's mind? he looked in my eyes and said "believe." he looked in my eyes and said "believe." he looked in my eyes and said "believe what you see." oh, he looked in my eyes and said "believe in me."

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Recorded 2008-2011, Lake Fever Productions

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released February 21, 2011

A DYING ART (EP) by AARON ROBINSON, 2011

1. Price Is Right
2. Short Division
3. A Dying Art
4. You Will Be Called Home
5. Heaven Sent You

Songs written by Aaron Robinson
Produced by Ryan Malina w/ additional production work by Keith Childrey*
Music recorded by John Baldwin at Lake Fever Productions, 2009, Nashville, TN*
Vocals and additional music recorded at Keith Childrey's home studio, Nashville, TN*
Mixed by Keith Childrey at his home studio, 2010-2011*

*Track 3 ("A Dying Art") recorded by Aaron in room 632 of the Hyatt Place Hotel (Charlotte/City Park) in Charlotte, NC, November 2008. Background vocals recorded at Aaron's house in Old Hickory, TN in February 2011. Produced and Mixed by Aaron.

Mastered by John Baldwin for JohnBaldwinMastering.com, February 2011.

Vocals, guitar, baritone ukulele - Aaron Robinson
Drums - Nicole Childrey
Bass/add'l guitar - Ryan Malina
Guitars - Nathan Hughes
Keyboards - Caryn Cast
Add'l guitars, keyboards, and other noise - Keith Childrey

Cover photograph by Austin Gros at Lake Fever Productions, Nashville, TN. Find him/book him at austingros.com.

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