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Trailhead: A Brief Recollection Of Early Home Demos

by The Sunset Doctrine

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1.
I fear I’m growing insane as my brain starts to wander The thoughts there they range From the saddest to the downright strange And there’s an itch in my skin now I can’t seem to pin down Or even come to terms That just maybe the scratch that it needs Is the one I’ve yet to learn I fear the ghosts of my worries have come back to haunt me They wait in the floorboards And rattle their chains when I sleep And you could measure the toll that it takes on my soul Just by counting all the lines That reside under both of my eyes I think I need some help now I think I just need to slow down I think I need to rewrite my songs so I can’t sing along And I think, oh I think, oh I think I think way too much Maybe that’s why I’m stuck I feel the years slip away as they slow to a crawl So like a newborn I’ll choke on my tears Till I feel nothing at all And there’s a lock on my mouth where only some words get out And the rest pile up in my throat And maybe soon I’ll puke up a novel— A tragic display of repose I think I need some help now I think I just need to calm down I think I need to scrape up my feet just to prove I still bleed And I think, oh I think, oh I think I think way too much Maybe that’s why I’m stuck Oh, you could only imagine the places I go in my head Like truck stops and graveyards and hospital beds And the people there know me by name Though they’re ghosts all the same I’m a ghost all the same
2.
Room 302 03:34
This hotel room is just what we were hoping for Only a stone's throw from the shore And a block or two away from the liquor store And you haven't looked at me that way For as long as I wouldn't let you But I let you swim your way back home Through the towels on the bathroom floor Through the sheets where I wanted you more Through the fucked-up lobby door You broke us in in my shirt you wore And we drank it down—the wine we poured As our Yearbook soundtrack played Under the cosmic dust we swore That we'd both see again some day But it's permanent—the buzz it leant And every slurred sweet nothing said Still it's nothing new They’ve been there since the day I met you We slept in through the weekend's last sunrise Wiping the makeup from both your eyes As we hurriedly packed our bags before new guests arrived And I hadn't looked at you that way For as long as I wouldn't let me But I let me drive us both back home From the sand still in both our teeth From the sunburns on both of our knees From the trip we didn't know we'd need Funny how it worked out perfectly And I wrote it down—the words you said And then I tucked ‘em all away Forewent the pen, instead used lead In case I make the same mistakes But it's permanent—the curves and bends Of every letter's deep indent Still it's nothing new They've been there since the day I met you
3.
Homestead 06:37
It's like I'm walking backwards On a bed of broken glass And the destination— A bad dream I can't take back So I pace my footsteps To the beat of a broken drum But it gets me nowhere Just right back where I came from So I wait Wait for all my bones to mend Maybe then my frame can stand on its own But it's you Your gravity that pulls me under Drowning in the sweetest slumber when I fall back again I don't wanna love you like I did before But your song's still in my head You're always in my head I don't wanna love you Like your favorite fiction That makes you cry each time All the words move mountains But carve out canyons in your mind Still it's you Your gravity that pulls me under Drowning in the sweetest slumber when I fall back When it rains for days in your broken stare And a fade to gray stops another prayer But you feel okay when your fingers cross for a hopeful shade So come back, homestead lost When a daydream ends and you feel alone Orchestrate your comeback, mend your broken bones But it wears off quick—all that false resolve—and again you slip So come back, homestead

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Crafted from the comfort of Sean Lazaga's childhood home, “Trailhead: A Brief Recollection Of Early Home Demos” features three newly-remastered, self-produced tracks recorded between 2011 and 2017. The result is a modest, coming-of-age compilation setting the tone for his forthcoming debut EP out this Fall on Sunday Drive Records.

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released May 22, 2019

All songs written, performed, and produced by Sean Lazaga
Percussion on tracks 1 and 3 by Nick Lazaga
Photography and design by Sean Lazaga
Hand lettering by Nabor Etienne

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The Sunset Doctrine San Antonio, Texas

The Sunset Doctrine is the solo project of Sean Lazaga from San Antonio, Texas.

Weaving intricate melodies with earnest lyrics, Lazaga draws inspiration from the intrapersonal—wandering between intimate acoustics and layered loops in a nostalgic stream of consciousness awash in natural light. ... more

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