Rosedale

by ROSEDALE

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    The artwork consists of photos from Mike Liorti's old house in Brampton, Ontario, Canada and were taken by Liorti during a re-visit in January 2015.

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Due out February 23rd, 2016

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released February 23, 2016

Lyrics and composition by Mike Liorti.
Produced by Mike Liorti and Steve Rizun.
Engineered, mixed, and mastered by Steve Rizun at Drive Studios. Assistant Engineering by Reiss Zurbyk and Jaylan Birl.
Drum Performances by Brad Fisher.
Violin and Viala performances by Orest 'Arty' Artymiw at Philly JAM studios (Engineered by Mark Montoro)
Cello performances by Sina Akande

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Track Name: Sustain
You could tell by the way he holds his smile
It’s clear to see this kid’s star struck
From his pocket he pulls a dream out and says
“Tell me what you think! It’s not the greatest recording
But you can hear your influence, I’m sure.
We’re leaving next week on our first tour!”
You need to be in love with it
Like your child you want it to be the best
And when you feel you wanna quit; Sustain
“So what’s it like living on the road?
Is it sex, drugs, rock & roll? Do you get home sick?”
The star looks down at the disc and says,
“Just like anything if you’re passionate the hard work seems like fun
But sometimes it can get the best of you when it all just falls apart.”
Ain’t it funny how the roller coaster loops around?
We patiently wait- anxiously wait for the thrill of ups and downs
And how some minds change as they near the finish line
You must be brave! You must be strong! It’s your life!
And when you feel it’s not worth it; Sustain
Track Name: Quicksand
Mirror, mirror in the sky
Tell me how much more you need from me tonight
Due to me being my own biggest Everything,
It seems I’ve developed a severe case of Obsessive Controlling Disorder
Which only makes sense…
‘Cus I live entirely for the self satisfaction that I made this!
I turn whiter than a song in C as I watch the room empty
No! Just press on, believe!
And my numbers are truly sad
Tell me again; can I beat Quicksand? …Yes I can!
This is only getting worse
I’ve surpassed so much more but I still feel cursed
So this is it! Every drop of sweat, blood, and tears
Is now sealed in a bottle in which dreams actually blossom into reality
But reality has a funny way of convincing you
That your dreams were different and bigger and better!
So keep dreaming!
I turn whiter than a song in C as I watch the room empty
No! Just press on, believe!
Yeah my numbers are truly sad
Tell me again; can I beat Quicksand?
Yes I can get to the top of this steep icy mountain
Be where I need to be
When I lose my feet I’m sure I will land perfectly!
Like that three million point combo- NO CHEATS!
Track Name: Written by the Artist
Am I to blame to wanna take it back
Back to the days when it all made sense
Nevermind. What’s it matter? We consume and replace.
Just a cloud in my mind- I grew in the wrong age
At least that’s how it seems.
‘Cus I miss disc-men, tapes, and full albums
Written By The Artist, and music on MTV.
Oh fuck, I’m 23 with the goals of a child
Feeling dumb deaf and blind
Thinking I’d better swallow something more than just pride
If I wanna succeed when all has changed but me.
As I reflect on how things used to be
I can’t help but feel like everyone else feels the same loss as me.
Nothing new seems to spark quite like how it used to
Out of date, here I sit, cynical, yet confused.
Will it ever be the same?
Yeah I miss disc-men, tapes, and full albums
Written By The Artist, and music on MTV.
There’s way too many ‘me’s’
Hanging on to a dream, trading truth for a dare,
Scrounging to make it by- more like a nightmare.
Will we wake from this coma, will we all have a taste?
Were we doomed from the start? Is it all just a waste?
I have grown, I have seen soldiers leave- people change
There’s a beam in the tunnel- it says ‘I’m not the same!’
And I can care less if I succeed ‘cus all has changed has but me!
Track Name: My First Show
First Show I ever played I was 14 years old
We had to sell tickets and battle for the chance to record
We thought we were the best
We couldn’t wait to play at The Rocket.
We’d practice every night (our parents hated it)
Blaring our punk rock songs of growing up and being best friends
We never thought that it would come to an end… I guess it did.
But I still get the feeling on the back of my neck
When I hear what little crowd came to cheer on my band
I’d get a real job but I’m too in love with it
Thinkin’ ‘bout the day of the First Show I ever played.
We were the first ones there the door was still closed
Guess some things never change regardless of where you go
I just recall seeing the many stairs- “so narrow!”
The anxious wait to play was eating me inside
All of my friends and family were there for the big night
We hit the stage…I felt my whole world come to light!
And I still get the feeling on the back of my neck
When I hear what little crowd came to cheer on my band
I’d get a real job but I’m too in love with it
Thinkin’ ‘bout the day of the First Show I ever played.
And I was out of breath by the first chorus
Didn’t matter- when I looked out Dustin was singin’ it
And I was drenched in sweat. I jumped into the pit!
Never wanted those 20 minutes to end…
After the show we heard back the tape
Realized we’d played the songs at almost twice their rate
Voices cracked, we were off time, and way off key!
Oh, but I still got the feeling on the back of my neck
When I heard what little crowd came to cheer on my band
I had a real job but I quit that shit
Back in the day of the First Show I played!
And I still get the feeling on the back of my neck
When I hear what little crowd came to cheer on my band
I’d get a real job but I’m too in love with this
Thinkin’ ‘bout the day of the First Show I ever played!
Track Name: Grey
I’ve become so dependent on this tiny screen held to the dash
Guess I missed my turn.
As if rush hour has to hit the worst of times, this avenue
Another lesson learned.
If I take this world by the throat
And I make it through what seems impossible
I won’t be Grey, I won’t be Grey
‘til then I’m alone.
Fade away from the hope that others will do for you what they say
Like I found a cure
And the days and the weeks and years go by, fly by so fast
Yet I’m so sure if I take this world by the throat
And I make it through what seems impossible
I won’t be Grey, I won’t be Grey
‘til them I’m alone… Another unresponsive day.
Track Name: To My Father
I bailed again today, was on a good streak now curled up I lay
He’s right again…
“Dad, can you come get me? ...The hospital five hundred miles away
… no I’m not dead.”
Oh, I couldn’t have it any better
Oh, This one goes out To My Father.
He makes the best of it
Tells me how I’ll be in his shoes one day lookin’ after him.
Dad, you can count on it
I owe you much more than the love you have for me
I’ll never quit..
And oh, I couldn’t have it any better
Oh, Yeah this one goes out To My Father
“I’ll be up workin’ late, just call me if you’d like
me to turn it down...
And know that all I do is to make you proud!” I said
Oh, I couldn’t have it any better
Oh, This one goes out To My Father!
Track Name: Breakin' Me Down
I miss the Northern Snow
I never got to go up to the mountain now two years in a row
The life I worked to build was only time well killed
This winter I’m heading for the hills…
I guess I’m sleeping in. These alarms can’t win
And everything I’ve tried is useless
Seems all my ambition was left back in ’01…
The year I learned what bench warming was!
Feel the world and how fast things swirl
It’s Breakin’ Me Down, ya it’s Breakin’ Me Down
And through it all I climb ‘til I fall
‘cus it’s Breakin’ Me Down
Ya it’s Breakin’ Me Down
I left Ontario with nothing but a cold
Safe to say I’m sick of being home
Then drove straight through the night
Twelve hours of daylight;
“Stops and starts, perfection! Get it right!”
Can you feel the world and how fast things swirl?
It’s Breakin’ Me Down, ya it’s Breakin’ Me Down
And through it all we rise ‘til we fall
And it’s Breakin’ Me Down, it’s Breakin’ Me Down!
Track Name: Thin Ice
We were fine before we lent ourselves
Now we’re broken...
Again and again I test these waters filled with sharks and snakes
Still I’m distant from the instance
Where by some stroke of luck they’ll bite and tear this chance I take
Looking back on the past
How many times can I give everything I have in me
Just to break through the Thin Ice
At age sixteen I swore by twenty I’d be out of here
Told I’m still young my time will come
Abandoned by the ones who once believed these goals were near
Left to dry, one more try
How many times can I give everything I have in me
Just to break through the Thin Ice
We were fine before we lent ourselves
Now we’re broken...
Track Name: Test Rats
Come what will, come what may
The slippery slope is as bad as they say
We’ve taken it as far as all we can pay
From the phones, to the pills, to the drinks
They convince us we need more than we need
We’re built to break and broken is what they want us to be
Whoa, everything in moderation
Whoa, we’ve all just become their compulsive Test Rats
Come what will, come what may
The studies show whatever they want you to see
We’re gullible as kids
As kids begin to believe what they see on the screens is true
Their unpaid voices, unknowingly, used by the glamorous
world of brands and apps and Hollywood news
Whoa, everything in moderation
Whoa, we’ve all just become their compulsive Test Rats
I’ve reduced myself to listening to this morning’s news
I lost my appetite from digesting the bullshit they spew
From digesting the bullshit they do…and it’s nothing new.
Track Name: Tiger in the Woods
Pales of hate and shame tossed upon your face
Was it really necessary for the world to disown your name?
Why apologize?
Tiger in the Woods, inspire me to be all that I can be
Mr. President, take a stand…tell us all; how was she?
To the star’s defense, he sees life different
Money, fame, and being on the road has its way of attracting girls
Maybe you can tell the next generation
Y’all don’t need therapy
It’s completely natural to live wild
Don’t let them tell you what makes you happy
‘Cus we’re all just one big jealous classroom
So Tiger in the Woods, inspire me to be all that I can be
Mr. President, take a stand…tell us all
Tiger in the Woods, inspire me to be all that I can be
Mr. President, man to man…tell us all; how was she?
Track Name: What Means More
November came and passed so quickly
I barely got to see the season
Let alone this home
The idea of having weekends
Has been disposed so long ago
As I wake I can think of only logical decisions
I dreamt them but they all just fade away
Hey there is nothing I can do
I built this thing and I can’t bare to choose
What Means More to me
Support or sticking to what I’m glued to
I’m not right
This lifeline has made me all confused
The memories of her make things harder
She’s perfect from her words down to her deeds
Would they be better off without me?
She’d find someone
I’d never have to call
These games they scare me off so quickly
My conscious tells me I’m invincible
But there is nothing I can do
I built this thing and I can’t bare to choose
What Means More to me
Support or sticking to what I’m glued to
I’m not right
This lifeline has made me all confused
Just fade away...
Track Name: A Kid Again
Chillin’ in Charleston, thinking about my old house I grew up in
I drive past from time to time and wonder if it looks the same inside
The Room I played my Squire and the Hallway we slapped Mini-sticks,
My Bed where I first got it in
The Front Porch always chipped to shit
The Street I’d skate and bike and jib
I taught those Curbs a lesson
Oh, what I’d do to be A Kid Again
So when I get home from this here tour
I’ma knock, knock, knock on Two-Three-One’s Door
“Hi there! I’m here to see the Storage Room we practiced in,
The Shower with the Wooden Bench,
The Closet where I recorded with blankets and old egg cartons,
My sketchy little Digi rig- I’m who I am ‘cus that Basement”
But oh, what I’d do to be A Kid Again
I’d sing [All The Small Things], What’s My Age Again, to Feelin’ This!
Yeah! In the room I played my Squire and the Hallway we snapped Mini-sticks,
My Bed where I first got it in
The Music Store by Rosedale, the Train Tracks with the steepest slope
And City Hall’s Skate Patrol
The Baptist Shows had awesome bands
Like .moneen., Sydney, Alexis- They all broke up since!
So oh, what I’d do to be A Kid Again