Colonial Drones

by Hallelujah The Hills

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released 22 September 2009
Recorded July 2008 – January 2009 at The Soul Shop, Medford, MA
Produced by Ryan Walsh
Recorded by Elio DeLuca
Mixed by Elio DeLuca and Ryan Walsh at the Soul Shop
Mastered by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering, Boston, MA
Artwork by Ryan Walsh
All songs written by Ryan Walsh, © 2007 Reverse The Tape Decks (ASCAP)

The Band: David Bentley, Elio DeLuca, Joseph Marrett, Eric Meyer, Brian Rutledge, Ryan Walsh

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Track Name: Classic Tapes
oh we crashed in the ash
and then the cash of the titans blew out to sea
but you, you broke out the map
lead us out of the country
through the haunted hallway

I strayed during the ticker tape parade
you were gathering blank tape
for the never ceasing project of the documentarian

my dear, I could drift into backyards
during nights of no moonlight
and never reappear
you know that something
would grab a hold of me slowly
make love to me only
and pull me deep underground

forever is incomprehensible
but still attainable
with a little luck, a lawyer, and a fine tuned radio

the stop light changes but nothing else does
it kept me waiting just because
so delete all your dead friends from you cell phone
it keeps you inside that certain zone: home
Om Gam Ganapataye Namaha

I feel it / I feel it / I feel it / I feel it
a devil / a devil / a devil / a devil
or an angel / an angel / an angel / an angel
nearer and nearer and nearer and nearer