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Here All Week

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1.
The Class 06:04
The classroom’s the last room to get the truth The scream that comes from my heart, and from the youth We don't gain knowledge we just memorize That’s why our test scores dwindle in size Even better yet, they can’t believe their eyes When they see our math scores are number twenty five Let's increase our spending in education Let's instead teach differently within the nation From three to fourteen, I think back to then To the mold that my family fit me in To what my mom wanted me to be Obedient and straight, giving praise to thee Then from 14 till now something clicked in my head I started thinking for myself, I was no longer brain dead I emerged from the mold my family put me in I’m Bi, disobedient, and there’s no such thing as sin! Sound on! Don’t conform, break your molds, think for yourself don’t let them think for you Don’t conform, break your molds, raise your fists and rise up with us. Let’s talk about DARE, D-A-R-E Drugs and alcohol resistance, “Don’t smoke pot like me!” They all talk about the good things with drugs How much they sell for, “Man I wanna be a thug.” All they did was brainwash our heads with information And make us sing songs to further our education But the thing that bothers me, most of all Is our officer got caught, smoking in the hall.
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It's You 03:21
3.
I was wondering, what you were wondering just ask me I’ll tell you anything I’m just mumbling and I’m stumbling my way through her life Oh can’t you see, I really want to see all the truth that’s bubbling inside of me But I walk away, why do I walk away I had so much to say why do I walk away Street lights on city nights but I’m lost I’m lost I’ll keep you by my side but I’m lost I’m lost Do like my dress, I said yes overcome by a feeling in my chest But we’ve got to stand out of the rest I’m ready, if you’re ready You keep running, just keep running.
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(The end is coming fast?) Nah the end is right here The CEO pigs are just masked puppeteers Victimize the worker into the soldier the con Cause the arms dealers won from the blood of Iran Middle class don’t have to worry about the poor? Think again, the money’s in the corporate whore Who then funds what we call politicians Puppets for the harlots that’s their position see This is capitalism for the top one minority Screwing the majority protecting their authority Feudalism in a different word The bourgeois hold us all by the chord (And then they) vote to benefit their dissipation Sap our sensations for their own elation nation With a dose of catalyzed manipulation that we all call hope Till we drink till we drop the only way to cope (America, a democracy?) Maybe what both wings see (America Land of the free?) Not even back in 1783 (America land of choice?) If you choose to use your own voice (America, land of the free?) Haha what a hypocrisy Now here’s a broken system called college son Enroll, get a job, and then you’re done But wait! There’s a teeny tiny thing called debt Something our country doesn’t see as a threat yet 37 K is what you gotta pay Even with no job you still gotta pay (But wealth and prosperity is where they’ll lead ya) So said Columbus to natives aboard Santa Maria But here’s the thing if you want a chance You gotta give the school system a lapdance In a trance to be someone you toil to be But you don’t work hard, no you do something easy You suck the cock of the man holding crore Secure the odds to be something more Achieve the life that you’re searching for Just to be another bolt in the machine of war t needs to end... It needs to be... A land full of liberty The land of the free But I can’t do it alone No I can’t do it alone Would you rise up with me Or wouldja stay put in your homes?! When protectors become judge, The jury, and execution It’s one big fuck you To our very constitution But I can’t do it alone No I can’t do it alone Come rise up with me Do not postpone The greed needs to change? No the greed needs to end It’s the only way for our country To ever mend But I can’t do it alone No I can’t do it alone Will you rise up with me Or stay put in your homes? But it’s hard to change something that was built on that When the poor man dies The white collars get fat But I can’t do it alone No I can’t do it alone Come rise up with me And end this hypocrisy The land of the free is afforded by the rich The land of the free for the poor is a ditch
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I’ll walk outside soaked in gasoline I’ll burn alive so my message is seen cause’ no one cares unless someone dies and will sing the plastic lullaby Forgot the letters back inside my house Shouldn’t waste a match when I’m doused Cause no one cares unless someone dies And all want to sing a plastic lullaby A candle a candle To light me to bed A pillow a pillow To suck in my head The moon is as sleepy As sleepy can be The stars are all pointing Their fingers at me Walk with a noose sheathed around my neck They call it leash and they’ll call me a pet Cause no one cares when they know we’ll die Unsung dogma of the lullaby I walk with god but I don’t belong I knew it since he made me wear a thong Cause no one cares when you’re the outcry I’ll sing alone the plastic lullaby The fervid lover sits on the bed, towards the edge With his golden ash tray, and a coal shining near her mouth in washed out radiance, quite enough to overlook. She ashed her medicine, watching the cigarette tears glide to her thigh, bruised by that man with a shared name before deciding that she’ll stay. Just a coward anyway; Pain came every time the little boy heard his name from the monster who changed when the moon rose over the edge of coliseum mountains, holding barbarity in his eyes and fetor in his mouth. But when the sun rose oh how he loved and looked in admiration, telling him “Don’t shed any tears. There’s nothing to fear. Why shed your tears?” I put therapy loaded with copper pills in my mouth and gave it a blowjob, trying to decide in a pool of confused tears my emotions, and if they were stewed or straight edge. I put the syringe down for just a moment and looked beside me, analyzing the plastic cuff with a familiar name before deciding that I’ll stay. I’m a Fucking coward anyway; Just a tree swaying in the concrete jungle Just a tree swaying in the concrete jungle A tree swaying in the concrete jungle A tree swaying in the concrete jungle A tree swaying in the concrete jungle A tree swaying in the concrete jungle A tree swaying in the concrete jungle Just a tree swaying in the middle of the concrete jungle We sleep tonight We sleep tonight Hold your torches high 'Cause we sleep tonight!
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Simply Us 08:00
Let's walk along the railroad tracks And talk about the lasting path Until the train comes in our way Shall we stay? Tomorrow blaze a ghosting trail Tell stories when we're rich and frail Till finished day when sun ballets Shall we stay Soon we'll run an endless race Today we'll wander into space Don't take a step, just fall on back Shall we stay? Future, fade in masquerade Past and now enjoy the fame Of other plans and crowd-less hands Wait for it, wait for it (they say) Can you show me what is real? Can you show me how to feel? Can I stand up when I’m walking out? When will pleasure become pain? Will we hold that little gain? Will I be worth all your time and doubt? On Easter we'll both run away And finally find our saving grace With bags of tea till Jubilee Stay with me I'll hug you till my blood is dry And love you till I cannot cry The road we take is no mistake Please stay with me Can you show me what is real? Can you show me how to feel? Can I stand up when I’m walking out? When will pleasure become pain? Will we hold that little gain? Will I be worth all your time and doubt? Can you can you can you? Save me from the world And impending fate? Will you guide me along As pleasure blurs the pain? The cocktails I kiss Will I see Styx? Will I see Styx? Will I see Styx? “It’s simply us!” I declare aloud “The best of friends The one I can’t live without” No mom and dad There’s no need to discuss It’s just simply us Simply us Can you show me what is real? Can you show me how to feel? Can I stand up when I’m walking out? When will pleasure become pain? Will we hold that little gain? Will I be worth all your time and doubt? Can you show me what is real? Can you show me how to feel? Can I stand up can I stand up again? When will lonely become fame? And why can’t we just have our names? On the doors at each others place? Can you show me what is real! Can you show me how to feel! Am I worth all you time! Can you can you can you? Save me from the world And impending fate? Will you guide me along As pleasure blurs the pain? The cocktails I kiss Will I see Styx? Will I see Styx? Will I see Styx? “It’s simply us!” I declare aloud “The best of friends The one I can’t live without” No mom and dad There’s no need to discuss It’s just simply us Simply us
7.
Well it happened one December The snow can't cover my new smile Your shorter times can be made longer You've got me stuck so I'll stay here awhile You only trust them when it's not true That's why your world is one shade of blue We need brighter times So what if it's over So what did we do You search and search for a key but The door's unlocked just walk through So please sing to me your love songs You paint the sweetest version of me Time may always be there answer But there's no one to answer me
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You’re a beach without an ocean You make me so hot but I can’t cool off the narrative of the Forgotten fairy tales wrapped under your breast Light my candle with fountains water You’re my guiding light to stray off course But still you have me oh yes you have me Lead me around the bend your slaughterhouse curve Tell Me Tell Me Did you find your brighter days? Tell Me Tell Me Is this only for display Tell Me Tell Me Is evanesce what’s on your mind Tell Me Tell Me ‘Cause it’s on mine I’m locked in your system so why do you keep missing? I’ve caught on your symptoms but you seem unremitting I’m locked in your system so why do you keep missing? I’m locked in your system I thought you found me now you surround me Drowning gets harder when there’s too much air We are just walking in a yellow brick circle But there’s no Kansas to make me look back I’ve drugged up You fucked up Don’t try to press your luck It’s about time we said enough I’ve tried out your system but you just keep on missing I’ve tried out your system
9.
Satisfaction’s A distraction From the colors of Ms. Mary Marmalean And every time that we kissed an opportunity missed To ask another one Will you go out with me? And time and time again I saw Her dull summer turn into fall Her orange hair and red thighs Satisfaction distraction And time and time again I saw Her dull summer turn into fall Her orange hair and red thighs Whoah It's a siren's love She draws in my tide Her song stuck in my mind Whoah It’s a siren’s love Her door is seen Whoah It's a siren's love She draws in my tide Her song stuck in my mind Whoah It's a siren's love Her door is seen That’s my Marmaleen Whatever she says I’m shred to pieces Green is stop and red is go Will you will you let me know? Ms Labyrinth Gave me two hints Five-o five-o Number I'll never know But I’m getting over My four leaf clover And I Why She makes me feel So high She's my She's my
10.
This I Know 05:59
Freedom rings an old cracked bell, and inside it fell many confused teenage dreams Someday we’ll all be bolder, they tried but it got colder don’t complain the weather’s fine From my seat next to his, we could see everything spin we watched that world through unphased eyes You could say that he was lazy, he’s really only crazy we sat together and spun a while Ain’t it strange to watch things fall apart Funny how just when you thought you had it all, it doesn’t matter anyway Ain’t it strange as we look out across Funny how things that we thought were so far away and breaking through my window This I know it’s not the way that it's supposed to go I’m leaving just one last chance you’re still breathing Come closer the pictures fade as you’re older Believe me I’m not always what I’m gonna be So what are you talking about? Digging through lost and founds to find it’s been behind you So we can stop running around, it’s not your turn but so what you’re leaving and I’m leaving too
11.

about

Recorded at the HAW Studios in State College and Spring Mills, PA using the Alfomega Mobile Production Unit, June-August 2015; November 2015; February 2016

Mixed and mastered at the Dangerhaus, Pittsburgh, PA by Zachary McGowan

Thank you to Anne Clements, Will Hancock, and Andy Tolins for getting me started as a musician and as a guitarist. Thank you Rick Hirsch for getting me to write music. I can't stop now. Thank you to my mother and grandparents for still coming to all my shows and supporting me in every way imaginable. Thank you Robinson for just so many things. Thank you to my band members who made this thing happen. Here All Week has been a place for me to express anything and everything and I'm incredibly thankful for that. -Joe

Thanks to Zach McGowan and Joe Caldwell and the band for the whole experience and for making it such a great time -Charlotte

I want to thank my saxophone for letting me blow it all the time. -Anna

"What Anna said (also thx mom)." -Ally

Mom for raising me, Tyler for being an amazing bro, Rob for teaching and motivation, Zach For being a fine fellow, Teddy for being a cool dude, Rebecca for continual support and egging me to be better, John Belk for building upon my poetry foundation, Mrs. Bowers for sparking the inner poet, Prin for putting up with me (and being amazing otherwise), Jon for being the official roadie and backup bassist, Ayana for changing my life, “Goddamnit” David for being a kick-ass drummer, my grandparents & aunts & uncles & nephews for continual support, Misha & Michael Cleveland for finding hosting our band (we couldn't have done it without you), band mom Katie for helping me when I needed it most, Joe’s mom & Isabella for snacks and water, Joe’s grandparents for snacks and water, former Space King & We Hold Hand and We Jump, Sean, Zander, Phil, Sergi, Logan, Royce, Luke, the Tabasco Dragons, the Team?, Marshall Biever, Karl, Jason Crane, Gina, and the Here All Week crew for inspiring me and eachother and being fantastic as always. We’ll be...
-Aaron

Zach would to thank Michael Cooper, Cameron Patterson, Jeffrey Podolski, James Robinson, Chris Wood, and all the rest who have lent me equipment and instruments during this process so that this album could shimmer the best that it could; David Sarge, for repairing amps and other equipment when they needed it so that we could get right back to recording as fast as possible; Karla, Izzy, Pat and Robert for making recording in a barn and suburban living room that much more doable; and, of course, the band for being kind enough to ask him to record with them and also being talented and professional in spite of their youth, thus making my job much easier throughout the album process. You guys rock. Keep it up.

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released July 1, 2016

THE MUSICIANS OF HERE ALL WEEK:

Jozef Caldwell: Electric and acoustic guitars; lead and backing vocals; piano, organ and synthesizers; ukulele on track 2; electric bass on track 4

Alexandra Ellis: Saxophone; viola; spoken word; auxiliary percussion on track 6; rhythm guitar on track 8; synthesizer on track 9

Aaron Gayan: Electric bass; lead and backing vocals

Charlotte Hatch: Drums and percussion

Anna Hirsch: Saxophone; lead and backing vocals; synthesizer and piano

Matthew Wherley: Lead and rhythm guitars; lead and backing vocals


ALSO FEATURED ON THIS ALBUM:

Samuel Wherley: Trumpet on track 5

Hybrid Soul (Jordan Hall): Vocals on track 4


TECHNICAL PERSONNEL:

Zachary McGowan: Record engineering and production

Jozef Caldwell, Aaron Gayan, and Christopher Wood: Recording assistance

Patricia and Robert Altenburg, Karla and Isabelle Caldwell, Jonathan Taylor and Katherine Taylor: Studio assistance

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