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Short Stories Vol. II

by Suitcase Runaway

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1.
Youth 03:20
(Instrumental)
2.
Evangeline 05:12
The noise was such a warm tone. It was almost a drone. Now I'm searching for a spark, And for the carousel in the park. Where you talked with me, And we shared our schemes for the future. It was nice to hear from you, Evangeline. It seems that I’m always screwed over. Too many ailments, lucky clovers Won’t help me much at all now. My fate is subject to every beck and call Of misery and opportunity. Tell me the odds: Will I live to see it through, Evangeline? You were always so kind it seems, And now it’s been ingrained in me. Even if I leave I know I will be on your team Forever. It might be difficult to manage, Not having you around. But I’ll get better, I’ll get steady, I’ll make a life, and I’ll make you proud. 
3.
When you were young you were fine, Innocent and kind. No problems, no troubles to mark your mind. Now you’re challenging perceptions. Got new attire and changed your looks To accommodate the soul that shook. A personality that gave more than it took, A genuine reflection. This is me. This is what I look like. Sometimes I think I’m just a mirror to everyone I meet. I’ll become a carbon copy, try to fit like a puzzle piece. My overall character lacks individuality, But it might just be in my mind, so that’s fine with me. This is me. This is what I look like. I can’t stay in the same place much longer, I can feel the tension. Late nights and small fights, the discomfort Is too much to mention. But I love you, so I’ll separate peacefully. Strike a nerve! Quick, on your feet. Crack a smile like it’s easy.
4.
(Instrumental)
5.
Marrow 07:04
Tires on pavement, and your house in the rearview. The sun won’t rise for about another hour or two. Look at the map, find the highway. How long is the drive? Do you have some CDs or funny stories to tell? ‘Cause I could really use a pick-me-up. I’m jumping into the unknown. Then I realized I was talking to myself. Well I’m scared, I’m petrified, That all our connection might be lost overnight. I’m starting over again. We’re all starting over again. Maybe things won’t work out as well as you’d want them to. It’s a thought that naturally occurs in life after youth. Open the door, turn the lights on. Place the box on the couch. I stole some coffee from the last hotel. Would you like some? It’s not bad. Kind of bitter, nothing else. Then I realized... I realized... I’m leaving, ‘cause I'm always wanting more I'll be fine, my bones are not yet sore. I will chase the fading afterglow. 'Cause there's so many places left to go. And I'll be sure to visit, if you really wish it so. I'll tell you stories of the snow. And it'll feel good to be self-sufficient. And it'll feel good to cook for myself in the kitchen. And I'm excited, but I'm borderline insane. I'll think it over and dream about it Time and time and time and time again.
6.
They cramp me in tight To make me think I have nowhere to run. I have no air to breathe. I belong to the other side. I have no business here Behind enemy lines. The people they push and shove Each other all of the time With egotistical minds. Oh man, that's exactly what I need! Someone to show me How to walk, How to talk, How to act, What to think. Claustrophobia... The flashing lights And big bright colors Were made to lead me on I fear. They get inside my head To the point where I can't even hear What I am trying to say, What I am trying to articulate. The words come falling out my mouth In a distorted state. Claustrophobia...
7.
I went up to you because the alcohol went through me. Pretty flowers and paper streamers, I think it was New Year's Eve. I don't know how I got there, I was pushed in by the crowd. People moving around the room while you and I claimed the couch. I don't know where I belong, But it seemed like you needed a friend to me. Bottle rockets in rusty stairwells keeping up the excitement. Climbing down to the first story as our shoes fly across the cement. Paper lanterns light the streets red, And the stars remind us we're not gods. Misty city, save my soul! Scare the spirits and send us love. I don't know where I belong. I don't know where I went wrong. Who we are is who we want to be. In the dark!
8.
When the room comes crashing down, I will stay outside, Out of the way, Inside the warmth of my veins. Pure emotion threatens to lay waste to what's left of me. I run free. When the wind rises, I stand tall and strong, Beside myself. I belong within the silence. I want to scream bloody murder and live on with what's left in me. I run free. I fly with the wind, kick the dirt up, Get scrapes on my knees. There's no rest for me in this moment, There's joy that I see. No time to think, just have to run. Just have to find my way out. My heart will never know fear, It will never know doubt.
9.
Watching airplanes fly over the telephone wires. Spinning propellers and big smoking engines, All firing in time. I fly my kite and memorize the digits in your number. I'll call with the landline so I won't miss a word. Your voice sounds lifeless through the speakers, But it's not due to the circuitry. The tone of your words makes me weaker, But I know you'll do great without me. Looking out to the tide wondering if it's getting higher. Sun-faded hanger walls and control towers Add to the landscape's outline. I close my eyes and you tell me about dreams you had last night. A fire, a crash site, and voices that weren't yours. My words carry doubt within them, It's inevitable, you've told me many times, But I never understood it then. Mechanical failure! I can't speak. I've been stuck... for days. Just waiting for an ending I didn't know I could make. The red lights are glaring, And the siren is blaring, And the radio is breaking up. The static is scaring me. The co-pilot panics Over all of the dials. I brace for impact and think of a face I haven't seen in a while. And now I can't picture it right, But I still remember.
10.
Forgotten 04:42
I've forgotten what it's like To hold my own, And I've forgotten what it's like To hear your voice on the phone. What it's like To mend my own soul, Looping the stitches through One-by-one. Illuminated windowsills Spell out my dreams. The latch is jammed and the glass is thick, So I let out a silent scream. And I wait until the fall of night Like a criminal in chains, So I can stare out all the windowsills And see my shrouded pain. We carry ourselves oh-so-well, But everyone has stories. Hell, Some may be just lies! And I want so badly to break the glass, But another story blocks my past. I'm afraid of what might be outside.
11.
Painkillers 04:32
Can anyone please answer these questions? I implore. My mind is stuck here on the couch but my body's halfway out the door. And you and me watch newsreels from the night before. A plane crashed in the ocean and the UN's trying to stop another war. The morning is so calm and soft, and the sunlight calls my name, And your whistling in the hallway is such a sweet refrain That I can replay over and over again inside my little head. Something to keep me grounded as the anchorman speaks of the dead. All we can see is darkness, Even though the sun may shine bright today. And if you try to look happy, You're considered selfish in your ways. But nothing's ever going to get better, Unless there's something to kill the pain. Yeah, nothing's ever going to get better, Unless we all help to ease the pain... Oh, your sweet refrain. I walk into the morning haze and see the moon and sun. One is growing dimmer as the other kills its only love. The two of them watch in silence, the world coming undone. A failing love to compliment the tragedy, their only son. All we can see is darkness, Even though the sun may shine bright today. And if you try to look happy, You're considered selfish in your ways. But nothing's ever going to get better, Unless there's something to kill the pain. Yeah, nothing's ever going to get better, Unless we all help to ease the pain... Oh, your sweet refrain.
12.
Space Cadets 04:31
Connected by a thread of consciousness, All the thoughts, dreams, and fabricated myths, Overreactions, and unresolved conflicts. It starts with a phrase that unfolds to calamity. Every thought intricate and plagued by insanity. A violent sadness with overarching beauty. Will there be war soon? Should I try to leave? The taste of apples makes me think of simpler things... I swear my mind was sharper when I was sixteen. You keep mouthing your sentiment, And the repetition kills me. But I escape through my bedroom window, And into the quiet morning. Never take the same way twice in where I go, No one has to know. If thoughts are mere electrical connections, I’m just trying to find the signal flow. I don’t mean to be unresponsive, I’m just trying my best. Our lives may be tiny blips in time, But it doesn’t make me love them any less. So many deadlines, Will you ever be done? Remember the way your skin feels when it burns in the sun... Space cadet, you’re still taking it in all at once.
13.
Nova 05:04
Taken back by something found in fleeting daydream thought. Knowing what was once will soon be no more, And learning to work with what may come. Nothing is permanent, But comforts of the past aren't easy to ignore. Daybreak again! No more following trends of long held toxic habits. Connecting with friends that don't make me feel like a hunted rabbit, And it's nice to try being more charismatic. No plans in particular, while heading for the door. Fate is unforgiving, But believing that won't help with anything, I'm sure. Why am I always searching for some beautiful rebellious debutant? Just like the past, which I tend to romanticize. Taking in the clarity of this second life, And within it I’ll build a little shrine. ‘Cause the starlight won’t last forever, And I’ll laugh it off when I’m grown. But for now everything burns brighter, And feels lighter in this new home.
14.
Rain Boots 05:20
It was completely different. She was my friend, you see. You might not understand, But it's a simple thing. She was my first love. You are my first lover. She played cards on my rug. You woke up in my covers. Old faces will linger, No matter how many new ones fall in their place. Delicate art of suppression, But the memories will always remain. Destiny is just hoping for things to appear. This city is starting to take its toll on me, And everyone I've come to know. And in the rain, we shiver, To try to protect the warmth in our bones. Inseparable, now we're parted. When I left, it wasn't to escape. I won't forget where we started. Your spark made me feel unscathed. Now I know I can carry the weight. Part of me hopes that nothing will change if we meet again. It might feel like everything's ending, But you still have your skin to cling to. Trust me when I tell you it'll be okay to start new. And it's a free-for-all summer, Just like the ones I used to know. We'll face the darker days and morning haze with rain boots, And some wonder.

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Short Stories Vol. II is the first full-length album released by Cleveland independent band Suitcase Runaway. The album features an interesting blend of folk and alternative music paired with heartfelt lyrics.

Recorded from June to December 2017.

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released December 10, 2017

Suitcase Runaway is:
Nick Davenport - Vocals, Guitar
Geoff Webb - Bass
Luke Condrich - Drums
Eric Hirzel - Piano

Additional performances:
Nick Davenport - Bass, Mandolin, Kalimba, Aux Percussion, Keys
Geoff Webb - Aux Percussion, Backing Vocals
Luke Condrich - Aux Percussion
Eric Hirzel - Organ, Backing Vocals
Brandon Riley - Trumpet
Jared Muller - Backing Vocals
David Muller - Backing Vocals

Recorded by students at RECW and Capital University Studio F, and by Nick Davenport at the SEHS band room and the Davenport household.

Produced, mixed, and mastered by Nick Davenport.
Album art by Nick Davenport and Jared Muller.

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Suitcase Runaway Cleveland, Ohio

Four-piece "sunshine-infused" folk-rock band hailing from Cleveland, Ohio.

Short stories told in song, reflecting on friends, family, love, and individuality.

New single and music video "Strike A Nerve" out now!
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