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Body of Land

by Brendan Rivera

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1.
Body of Land 01:04
(Instrumental)
2.
Miles (free) 04:32
2. We were full of excitement, wearing nothing but our skin. Beautiful. Beautiful. Showing signs of affection, as the nights turn to mornings. Beautiful. Beautiful. .. .. What if earth could be so kind as to move you from the miles away that you are, so far from here? What if earth could be so kind as to warm this cold for us to go on outside, away from here? .. .. The softness of her lips on the side of my neck burned straight through my skin, into my blood. The gasping of breath and the fear in my voice could only push all the words in a way I can hear, as the scent of her hair was immured in my heart before I can say her name. .. .. We were full of excitement, wearing nothing but our skin. Beautiful. Beautiful. Showing signs of affection, as the nights turn to mornings. Beautiful. Beautiful. .. .. What if earth could be so kind as to make things last longer as they disappear before our eyes? What if earth could be so kind as to bring us back to the night where we put our past behind our minds? .. .. The softness of her lips on the side of my neck burned straight through my skin, into my blood. The gasping of breath and the fear in my voice could only push all the words in a way I can hear, as the scent of her hair was immured in my heart before I can say her name. .. .. We were full of excitement, wearing nothing but our skin. Beautiful. Beautiful. Showing signs of affection, as the nights turn to mornings. Beautiful. Beautiful.
3.
Wednesday 02:46
3. With love from all of your friends, and those who don’t understand how it could be the way you don’t want it to be. For those who stood in the cold with tears, gloves and warm coats, to see a friend at his end. .. .. What everybody wants. And, what everybody needs to know. In the end, we are right, right where we want to be. .. .. With love from all of your friends, and those who don’t understand how it could be the way you don’t want it to be. For those who stood by your side with tears, and nothing to say, to see a friend at his end. .. .. What everybody wants. And, what everybody needs to know. In the end, we are right, right where we want to be.
4.
4. A curse from a kiss, and the curves from the hips. She’s a holy girl. She’s a holy girl. .. .. And I feel like I’ve always known you. And it feels like we’ve always known. .. .. The brown in her eyes, and the rose on her side. She’s a holy girl. She’s a holy girl. .. .. And I feel like I’ve always known you. And it feels like we’ve always known.
5.
5. The brightness of the sun distracts me from the cold when I think about how many days I haven’t been home. The travel from the trip is used to get away from the people that I sadly see every single day. Don’t talk about or figure out why, why everything feels so good. .. .. All these words seem to come on a Saturday night. I want to say to you, I want to say… .. .. He said he met somebody else with a tattoo on her side. And she hears the songs he sings. And she reads the words he writes. I said I met somebody else with a tattoo on her side. And she hears the songs I sing. And she reads the words I write. .. .. The rumble of the train, and the screeching of the breaks remind me of the reason why I threw it all way. It’s nicer on this side. Forget the way I came. I come at time when I really want to stay. Don’t think about or figure out why, why everything feels so good. .. .. All these words seem to come on a Saturday night. I want to say to you, I want to say… .. .. He said he met somebody else with a tattoo on her side. And she hears the songs he sings. And she reads the words he writes. I said I met somebody else with a tattoo on her side. And she hears the songs I sing. And she reads the words I write.
6.
. My arms reach all around. I lock my hands and think about if someone’s here. Is someone here, or am I just hanging with myself? .. .. Tell me what you think about a love that seemed so real. Did you get mad when I went on and on and on about myself? You’re all I know. I’m all you know. We’re all we know. .. .. Nothing to talk about. The window’s closed, but I’m still cold. We’re going back through our heads to try and find out when this went dead. .. .. Tell me what you think about a love that seemed so real. Did you get mad when I went on and on and on about myself? You’re all I know. I’m all you know. We’re all we know. .. .. The time has come to this, we’re letting go.
7.
Pixie Love 03:38
7. Call me back pixie love. There’s something that you started and never came around to finish how you wanted. Close your eyes, take a breath and never think about where you are or where you’re going. .. .. Can you hear the drums play, all around us? Can you hear the drums playing? .. .. Call me back pixie love. There’s something in your pocket. You never came around to read it when you wanted. Dig it out, take a breath and never think about what it says. A sad ending to a verse. .. .. Can you hear the drums play, all around us? Can you hear the drums playing? .. .. A cigarette lit gently by the phone, hoping for the call that someone’s coming home. She’s got a small glass of whiskey on her breath to hide the thought she’s all alone.
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In a Dream 04:01
8. So it started when I fell apart, back before my hair was long. Back before the season changed to fall. .. .. Now she still comes back to me in a dream. She’s coming back to me. .. .. It went from falling leaves to Halloween. Family days to Christmas Eve. Back before I even wrote this song. .. .. Now she still comes back to me in a dream. She’s coming back to me. .. .. How could a silent girl say such things that speak so loud? .. .. So it started when I fell apart, back before my hair was long. Back before the season changed to fall. It went from falling leaves to Halloween. Family days to Christmas Eve. Back before I even wrote this song. .. .. Now she still comes back to me in a dream. She’s coming back to me.
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9. When you don’t know where you want to go, when you don’t know who you want to be it drives you crazy, crazy, crazy. If you want to turn back time and go back to when we’re born, you must be crazy, crazy, crazy. If you want to turn back time and go back to when we’re young, you must be crazy, crazy, crazy. .. .. When everyone I know is sad, I’ll tell a joke to make them laugh. But if that joke don’t make them laugh, I’ll play a song to make them dance. And if that song don’t make them dance, I’ll pour a glass to make them drink. And if that drink don’t get them drunk, I’ll make one for me. .. .. When you don’t know where you want to go, when you don’t know who you want to be it drives you crazy, crazy, crazy. If you want to look past time and go on to where you’re going, you must be crazy, crazy, crazy. If you want to look past time and try to know just where you’re going, you must be crazy, crazy, crazy. .. .. When everyone I know is sad, I’ll tell a joke to make them laugh. But if that joke don’t make them laugh, I’ll play a song to make them dance. And if that song don’t make them dance, I’ll pour a glass to make them drink. And if that drink don’t get them drunk, I’ll make one for me.
10.
Blue 02:10
10. Will we find a seat out by the water? Tipping glass, pretending that we’re free. Will the tides come up to greet us, act as summer, say hello? If it’s up to me, I’d never let you leave. .. .. I’m so tired. So lay down. .. .. I’ve been working too long. I need to get away from here. Fly to somewhere I know. Somewhere they’d never think I’d be. The water has to be clear. The sand is hot but soft and white. I’ve got to find a girl to try and make her mine. .. .. Will they serve us drink out in the backyard? Watch the waves come crashing at their feet. She wore a thin, white, flowing gown wet with salt and sandy knees. If it was up to me, I’d never let you leave. .. .. I’m so tired. So lay down. .. .. I’ve been working too long. I need to get away from here. Fly to somewhere I know. Somewhere they’d never think I’d be. The water has to be clear. The sand is hot but soft and white. I’ve got to find a girl to try and make her mine.
11.
11. When all our tears are dry, what are we crying for? When all our dreams are gone, what are we sleeping for? .. .. All I wish is for a summer time holding you. All I wish is for a reason to go back to what we were. .. .. When everyone is gone, what do we stay here for? When all our luck’s run out, what are we hoping for? .. .. All I wish is for a summer time holding you. All I wish is for a reason to go back to what we were. .. .. I’m so tired of giving up. I’m so tired of giving up. I’m so tired of giving up on you. I kept trying to stay in love. I kept trying to stay in love. I kept trying to stay in love with you. .. .. All I wish is for a summer time holding you. All I wish is for a reason to go back to what we were.
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12. So let me tell a story about a girl, Acoustic Abby, who always fell in love with every boy she met. She’ll dance like sin and talk like no one else you’ve ever heard, and she’s knocking at my door to let her in. .. .. She warms me like a feathered-filled down-comforter. She makes me close my eyes. She’s wound with strings, a body like a lamp turned on. She’s on and off all night. .. .. Acoustic Abby let somebody into her life, now I’ll play her how I like. .. .. So let me tell a story about a girl, Acoustic Abby, who one day fell in love with every song I wrote. She danced like sin and talked like no one else I’ve ever heard, and she’s knocking at my door to let her in. .. .. She warms me like a feathered-filled down-comforter. She makes me close my eyes. She’s wound with strings, a body like a lamp turned on. She’s on and off all night. .. .. Acoustic Abby let somebody into her life, now I’ll play her how I like.
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13. Put your head under my arm. Hold you close until you’re warm. Push the hair out of your face, just to see your sleepy eyes. Won’t you play that lady’s song? The one you played the night before. .. .. I come right back to you, to stay another night. And, I don’t mind that we’re sleeping on the floor. .. .. Match your clothes with how you feel. Treat this as it isn’t real. Push my hair out from my eyes. Dance the way you want to dance. Won’t you play that Spanish song? The one you played the night before. .. .. I come right back to you, to stay another night. And, I don’t mind that we’re sleeping on the floor.
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14. Can I be late sometime and wake up for no reason? Can I become someone who lives life as they see it? Am I too late? Is it too late? .. .. Tell me what it’s like to be alone. In the summer time, I’ll be alright. Tell me what it’s like to be alone. Although I can’t believe I spend my time planning my escape. Can I collect myself when living isn’t easy? Can I become someone who gets it cause he wants it? Am I too late? Is it too late? .. .. Tell me what it’s like to be alone. In the summer time, I’ll be alright. Tell me what it’s like to be alone. Although I can’t believe I spend my time planning my escape.
15.
15. Is it time to say goodbye, or the end of a long hello? There’s much more to say to you. I will go on with my life. A whole world to watch and learn, before it starts to burn. I must tell these stories in my mind. .. .. There in my soul. There in my dreams. Flooding my head. Stealing my sleep. Sometimes they go. Sometimes they hide. Come back to me. They come back to me, in my dreams.

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THIS ALBUM IS DEDICATED TO DYLAN RIVERA.

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released June 30, 2009

Produced by Mike Kalajian and Brendan Rivera

Mixed, Engineered and Mastered by Mike Kalajian

Additional Instrumental Contributions by Mike Kalajian, Richard Barone, Andrew Santucci, Phil Diraffaele & Zach Cooper

All Music and Lyrics Written by Brendan Rivera:
Except Music of "Acoustic Abbey" Written By Brendan Rivera & Kenneth Fletcher

Additional Vocals in "Miles" By Louis Pomposello

Managed by Split the Atom Management: Danny Delprincipe, Paul Koehler and Richard Fernandes

Artwork and Design by Gregory Dunn

2009 Veggie Co. Records

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Brendan Rivera New York, New York

In 2010, BRENDAN RIVERA entered the studio yet again with producers Mike Kalajian and Gregory Dunn of Moving Mountains to record No Ocean in Ireland. The album features 11 songs that Rivera describes as “Irish-Americana Indie Rock.”

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