Carousel Season

by The Deafening Colors

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Carousel Season is the second full-length album from The Deafening Colors. It was written and recorded with a focus on the places John and Cris grew up - Atlantic City / Ocean City, New Jersey and the surrounding area.

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releases 21 July 2015

John Paul Arthur - Vocals
Cristofer Slotoroff - Instruments
Recorded in Cris's Bedroom in Weehawken, New Jersey

Special Thanks to Patrick Schridde. He took the picture we have used as our album cover, and his photography in general is pretty incredible. Go check him out on flickr as "goodbyetrouble". Seriously, he's REALLY good.

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The Deafening Colors Weehawken, New Jersey

Based in Atlantic City & Weehawken, New Jersey.

"When you come to with a hangover on a crowded beach, these are the songs you’ll have dreamt about." - John Guttschall

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Track Name: Parkway South
Sunshine falling on the bay side
Driving back down

Left my lover with her brown eyes
for the Parkway South

One more
(breaking up again)
Two more
(breaking up another time)

Feeling like a broke down ferris wheel
Screaming for our lives

One, two, three and we're falling down
Three, two, one and we're jumping now

Last night
That'll be our last fight
Driving back down

Tail lights shining in a dead night
On the Parkway South

One more
(breaking up again)
Two more
(breaking up another time)

One, two, three and we're falling down
Three, two, one and we're jumping now.
Track Name: Mary-Anne
There's this girl I know
She's as lazy as a week of snow
There's this girl I know
She's a city in a tornado
There's this girl I know
She's as quiet as an undertow

And when the waves were ten feet high
She told me, "go have fun, and die."
And then I ride

Mary-Anne, Mary-Anne
I don't think I'll ever understand
Mary-Anne, Mary-Anne
Why can't I be your man?

I could tell just from the moment we looked at one another
I could tell she would be the best kind of disaster

Paddle, paddle out in a hurricane
I'm drowning
Scouting swells and coming over the crest
But she's not there,
No, she's not there.
No, she's not there.
Track Name: Diving Horse's Ghost
There's a diving horse's ghost under Atlantic City skies
and all the oil from your sunscreen, it melts into the eyes
of the lifeguards watching bathers, and nobody bothers me
'cause everyone is counting waves on vacation by the sea

Well I can hear the dynamite breaking down the old hotel
The concrete, it's still buried there deep beneath the well
that made our water famous with a national award
While mothers had their babies in the old pregnancy ward

Now the hospital's appended to a new casino floor
Membership will get you parking, put it on your card

There's a diving horse's ghost that's buried deep beneath the pier
But you'd never know it looking at the hell that they built here.
Track Name: Waiting for the Axe
I've got nothing to say to you that I haven't said before
Got another thing to do, you're making up some chore
and I don't know if I believe you when you say...
I don't believe you anyway.

Waiting on another call again
Waiting for the axe to fall again, you're sure.
Waiting on another call again
Waiting for the axe to fall again, you're sure.

Make your home in moments that you always hate
Taking pleasure only in the love you take
and I don't know if I believe you when you say...
I don't believe you anyway.

Waiting on another call again
Waiting for the axe to fall again, you're sure.
Waiting on another call again
Waiting for the axe to fall again, you're sure.
Track Name: Jerry Ryan
Back in Gordon's Alley,
there's a bar that used to serve the best meal in town.
My father took my mother there
before they went and tore the Traymore down.
Saw their picture on the wall shaking from the band upstairs.
The frame escapes and falls, it hits the ground.

Jerry saw a psychic by the bay,
the kitchen might be closed but the kids are dancing to the music.
Jerry saw a psychic by the bay,
casinos might be closed but the kids are dancing to the music.

Maybe Miss America is singing at the Boneyard to her crown?
People outside hating on the place they love to hate
but still, they stick around.

Jerry saw a psychic by the bay,
the kitchen might be closed but the kids are dancing to the music.
Jerry saw a psychic by the bay,
casinos might be closed but the kids are dancing to the music.
Track Name: Past Time
That's just the old junk kicking in.
I got used to it. I haven't got used to it.
It's just that way, anymore.
Kicked my nervousness, I haven't got used to it.
I hear the footsteps on the floor.
Do you have time for this? I know it's past time for this.
I know it's past time.

You say, "this won't be hard...Why should it ever be?"
"A push is a start."
I guess we'll have to wait and see.
Just carry on...It's better than it ever was.
It's turning on...

It doesn't matter if my hands
stay cold shaking in the body I've been breaking in
That's just my mind breaking down.
Do you have time for this? I know it's past time for this.
I know it's past time.

You say, "this won't be hard...Why should it ever be?"
"A push is a start."
I guess we'll have to wait and see.
Just carry on...It's better than it ever was.
It's turning on...
Track Name: Sand Stuck in Sheets
I hear billiards and skeeball when I close my eyes.
Invisible heat under clouds in the skies.
Alone on the boardwalk, I duck into stores to stay dry.

Well I feel bad for my friends who can't feel their reflections.
Sand stuck in sheets or their burning complexions.
September is coming so I guess you'll be going back home.

Dying leaves in the gutter drag across the street.
She promised me she'd stay.
Facing the wind blowing cooler and idly by.

I see lights on the water from the bridge's reflection.
A boat in the bay but the stars are gone tonight.
Silent and lonely in this beach town with vacancy signs.
Track Name: Carousel Season
Finding every reason to leave the island,
find my car and drive:
a hundred fifty miles of Garden State Parkway.
Leave it all behind.

Every time I'm home
for a holiday, wedding, or funeral,
I can't decide
whether it's a life to leave or heave a baseball at the lights.

Home, home for the summer.
The carousel's still spinning but it's out of rings.