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Album​-​in​-​a​-​Day Project, Vol. 1

by Ours By Accident

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1.
Death swallowed me whole while I was still alive Now I'm tickling his tonsils till he vomits me up Life plagued me with guilt when I thought I could thrive I was whistling in the wind trying not to disrupt The way I knew life should go. The rules I tried hard to follow Put my consciousness to rest Now I think death likes to swallow the best Why does it feel like The more I love, the less I'm loved? The less I'm loved, the more I want, The more I love, the less I'm loved, The less I'm loved, the more I want (to hate) The way I thought life should be Is not what I found easily But death is so obvious, We all know it comes for us. We feed off each other but we're never full Now I'm wrestling my conscience till he gives up the ghost He's the source of guilt within my programmed soul So regardless how I'm built he needs to find a new host. Give me the X and Y so I can find the point Of latching right and wrong onto a pivot joint. When will the moral landscape let me kill for free Or else punish the world for how it's killing me? These two can't coexist, at least one must be; If we don't criminalize, then we are not free. I was taught my conscience is the highest law, But if my heart loves killing, does that leave us at a draw? The more I love, the less I'm loved? The less I'm loved, the more I want, The more I love, the less I'm loved, The less I'm loved, the more I want to hate. Who am I to decide what's good and what's evil, But who are you to tell me that I'm wrong? And who are those nine unelected officials With no right to reinterpret the law?
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There's work to do and money to earn and people to see The balancing act is a 24-hour forgery Seven days cannot contain just how weak I feel Sundays fill, then Mondays kill and there's no time to heal But I think a small perspective shift Can ease our stay on the way to the grave Maybe these heavy loads we lift Bring peace to the day-by-day It takes different kinds of glory To tell the whole story, The special and repetitive, The debts we earn, rewards we give, Don't die for your wages just to live There's work to do and joy to be shared and people to see The balancing act is a labor of love in delivery Necessary evils can be necessary goods When we steal back our privilege from the mandated "should"s Don't you think this small perspective shift Has made your load lighter to lift? The road ahead might look the same But we'll take it day by day It takes different kinds of glory To tell the whole story, The special and repetitive, The debts we earn, rewards we give, Don't die for your wages just to live It could all drive you insane Till you see it's gloriously mundane
3.
I'm too good at talking and I say so much more than I know (My lawyer's gonna shut me up) I'm done with my hearing and my thoughts will always steal the show (This judge is gonna lock me up) So I object, not to digress, but can't you see I'm smarter than you? And the subject of our congress is we can't all a beautiful view. There's more meaning in my sigh than in my sentence There's less truth inside a plea than in repentance I've convinced myself what I don't know, I don't need The innocence I might have had is now an empty plea What I don't know cannot hurt me till it's knowledge of a threat If I shoot first, I will have proof that my death's a losing bet In my hearing, I'm on trial to pay back the world my debt I boasted in my successes; now it seems that I'm the threat (My lawyer's gonna shut me up--this judge is gonna lock me up) The smartest man in the world can't talk himself out of the life he's in But I'll give it one more try 'cause I'm a better rhetorician than him Deep sighs and a few words should do just fine Or I could say a thousand words to paint a picture for the jury that I'm unworthy of doing time 'Cause there's a more beautiful view waiting for me Worlds and worlds beyond what a hearing can see The innocence I might have had is now an empty plea There's more meaning in my sigh than in my sentence There's less truth inside a plea than in repentance There's more meaning in my sigh than in my sentence There's less truth inside a plea than in repentance
4.
It's funny how a moment can freeze in time When two strangers lock eyes I recall a greenish hue, your focus stole my attentive view Black and white engulfed the foreground But the red stayed in your hair I swallowed a gasp of air, and knew I wouldn't be forgetting you Yeah, I could see it in your eyes This thing in me I despise: falling in love at first sight Always takes me by surprise, though I've done it a million times So how can I be sure right now that you might be special somehow? Yeah, I can see it in your eyes that you might be different somehow Three weeks passed and I met you again Through a friend of a friend We were both excited, it was childishly hard to hide it My skin's color sucked back into my bones The first time we were alone I swallowed a gasp of air but forgot to breathe as I lost every care Yeah, I could see it in your eyes This thing in me I despise: falling in love at first sight Always takes me by surprise, though I've done it a million times So how can I be sure right now that you might be special somehow? Yeah, I can see it in your eyes that you might be different somehow Oh, I fell into your eyes But when I hit the bottom, I was caught inside your stare You look different now, is someone else in there? Oh, I fell into your arms But when you held me tighter I looked up to find your glare You are different now, is anybody there? Oh I could see it in your eyes, you changed A love for me, estranged and rearranged, Am I a hypocrite? Did I change too? It scares me to my core but I don't think it bothers you I fell in love with your eyes So don't look at me like that You've become what I despise My reflection looking back

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Music made in 24 hours.
Nothing pre-written.
Nothing re-recorded.
Volume 2 has been recorded and will be released in early 2017.
You can learn more at oursbyaccident.com -- you can also request to have a personalized song written for you or a loved one via oursbyaccident@gmail.com. Name your price! Chase Tremaine and collaborators will write you a song about anything, in any genre, and your song will receive at least as much care as did the 4 songs of this EP. Please enjoy, share this EP with friends, and if you dare, try the Album-in-a-Day challenge yourself.

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released August 19, 2016

Album written and recorded on April 4, 2016 by Chase Tremaine. Album edited and mixed by Chase Tremaine. Editing assistance by Taylor Tremaine. Final mixes by Christian Lavelle. Mastering by Sean Power at The Hilson Studio (www.thehilsonstudio.com). Album artwork by Jon Chapman (schaeferadvertising.com).

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Ours By Accident Nashville, Tennessee

Ours By Accident, based out of Nashville, TN, was formed in 2014 by Chase Tremaine as an outlet to play the songs he’d been writing since 2010. However, instead of utilizing a formal band, Ours By Accident is a free-flowing collective of friends and musicians playing and singing alongside Chase. Chase also plays bass for Blind Breed. ... more

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