Fourteen Minute Mile

by Rozwell Kid + TWIABP

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released June 23, 2015

Rozwell Kid - My Head

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Justin Francis in Nashville, TN

Written by Rozwell Kid

Jordan Hudkins – Vocals/Guitar
Adam L. Meisterhans – Guitar
Andrew LaCara – Guitar
Devin Donnelly – Bass/Synth
Sean Hallock – Drums

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The World is a Beautiful Place & I am No Longer Afraid to Die - Chest & Shirt

Produced and Engineered by Chris Teti at Silver Bullet Studios
Mastered by Dan Coutant at Sun Room Mastering

Written by David F. Bello

David F. Bello - Vocals
Derrick Shanholtzer-Dvorak - Guitar, Keyboard
Josh Cyr - Bass
Katie Dvorak - Keyboard
Chris Teti - Guitar
Greg Horbal - Electric & acoustic guitar
Steven K Buttery - Drums

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Artwork by Corey Purvis

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Track Name: Rozwell Kid - My Head
I wake up in the morning
I'm hazy and it's frozen
One million miles per hour
Repeated til it's broken

I know I need to cool it
Bleached out overexposure
A swimming pool of coffee
Has melted my composure

When I'm all outta sorts
And wake up in my biz cazh
Instead of my shorts
I know I need a little trap door under my bed
To drop the feeling that I screwed up
It's stickin' in my head

I'm ragged in the morning
One million things to make up
I'll try again tomorrow
But first I gotta wake up

When I'm all outta sorts
And wake up in my biz cazh
Instead of my shorts
I know I need a little trap door under my bed
To drop the feeling that I screwed up
It's stickin' in my head

It's stuck
Track Name: The World is a Beautiful Place & I am No Longer Afraid to Die - Chest & Shirt
i'll find a way
to reincarnate you
i'll carry you in my womb
all the way home from work

when the power went out
and the streets were filled
we bought our water and drank our milk
it made our bodies work

if you can swallow up everything
like reverse physical theory
matter will not matter
and printed words will stop

ill keep your empty wallet
in bearing weighted dirt
in metal silly lockets
between my chest and shirt

don't try so hard
to be yourself
this will be the last song
i'd ever want you to hear

i've got the ears
in my belly
they hear you sing and talk to me
i learn their language