The Birthday People EP

by The Birthday People

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The debut EP by a studio band comprised of Mike Schrand and Ken Kase. Wry, witty commentary on the human condition, performed, recorded and mixed with love for your ears.

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released August 5, 2014

The Birthday People are:
Mike Schrand: Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Percussion, Noises.
Ken Kase: Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Percussion, Keys, Noises.

Guests on "Sappington Way" and "Maelstrom":
Jake Brookman - cello
Nick Barbieri - drums


Produced by The Birthday People
Engineered and mixed by Ken Kase
Mastered by Jack Petracek
Artwork by Jeff Hirsch

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The Birthday People St. Louis, Missouri

A studio duo born out of like musical minds writing songs about the human condition with a wry smile and all frilly with musical accompaniment.

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Track Name: F Bomb
Daybreak's teeth are chomping at the bit
Stretching, reaching for a perfect fit
There's nobody holding on to the reins but the horses are riled
Galloping off with your feet in a stirrup
Now you'd better start to feel inspired

Hoops and hurdles a fire trick or two
Rites of passage invented just for you
The trainer's whip cracks in the center ring but you don't wanna be around
All you can do when the pressure's on you
Is just to stop and drop the old F Bomb

Look back, way back, at all the wasted time
Now you're on the block at the starting line
The starter pistol fires and you're off again on another aimless run
You tripped and dashed on the bumps of the past
As you stop and drop the old F Bomb

Dreadful harpies flyin' 'round your head
Shooting arrows tipped with poisoned dread
No more detente or diplomacy all defenses gone
No more reprieve just a trick up your sleeve
As you stop and drop the old F Bomb
Track Name: Magic 8 Ball
Don't stay up and wait for me there's no case to make of it
You're the grateful house guest and I'm packed and gone
Toss and turn my principles like they're my magic 8 ball
You've been much too kind to me my faithful one
You tell the stories I can never tell and shake the ink dry when everything is done
What's the shame in asking if you'll stay here with me my faithful one?

Time is ripe for the picking you've been 'round long enough to know
While the clock is ticking there's still seeds to sow.
You tell the stories I can never tell and shake the ink dry when everything is done
What's the shame in asking if you'll stay here with me my faithful one?
Track Name: Sappington Way
Here comes the peanut gallery walking down slow
They always seem to be the last to know
Crossing the street at Kirkham homeward we go
Pull into driveway under sunset's glow

This place now lives in the land of dreams
Its mortar's mixed from memories
It's a bleeding paradox from rear to front
'Cause you can't go home if you want

Lying in bed in London dreaming of you
Swimming in pints of ale you still showed through
Oceans and continents won't obscure the view
You just close your eyes and it comes true

This place now lives in the land of dreams
Its mortar's mixed from memories
It's a bleeding paradox from stem to stern
'Cause there's no way you will return

Pack up all your belongings into a van
Drop you off somewhere else and there you stand
Every time I go driving Sappington Way
I see your smiling face, clear as day

This place now lives in the land of dreams
Its mortar's mixed from memories
It's a bleeding paradox from stem to stern
'Cause there's no way you will return
Track Name: Pass Through
Clear sailing sun on the rise
Not a care or cloud on the horizon
Drawn deep from the well of serenity
Nothing feels as good as this
Then it comes in like a subtle breeze
Allergens in the air that make you sneeze
Paradise has become a timeshare
Something here has gone amiss

Just someone's mind working on something to find
To throw you off your balance and leave you behind
Chewing on the gristle of their free-floating anxiety
It's a cut that's most unkind

Build from the ground up something to call your own
Always someone waiting there on the sidelines
Never happy with the choice your making
It's a story old as time
You can latch on to their energy
Let it dash you from the floor to the ceiling
Or let if pass through and dissipate
Don't let it take your peace of mind

Don't give up don't let them stop you
Only you can find your bliss

Just someone's mind working on something to find
To throw you off your balance and leave you behind
Chewing on the gristle of their free-floating anxiety
It's a cut that's most unkind
Track Name: Maelstrom
Please leave it alone don't stir the pot or stoke the fire
It won't come to blows you might bring my patience down to the wire
In a minute or two I'll be OK please understand it's just my
Way to slow it down

When my head is filled with warning lights and I"m all uptight and gone
That's when my mind and mouth aren't working right and I"m off the road I'm on
You know I wouldn't hurt you, god knows I don't deserve you
In time I'll come around

Hold on tight although the wind might blow down below you're safe and sound
Wait until the second sirens blow 'til you emerge from underground

Now that it's clear, now that the dust has settled down
There's no need to fear nothing but blue skies all around
Mastering me is a long slow climb think I'll do better next time
To stop before it starts

Hold on tight although the wind might blow down below you're safe and sound
Wait until the second sirens blow 'til you emerge from underground