The Worst

by Stephen Dennison

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Stephen Dennison is a songwriter from southern New Hampshire living in Medford, Massachusetts. "The Worst" is a collection of seven songs.

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released November 8, 2014

Drums & Percussion on 1, 3, 4, & 6 by Brennan Tremblay
Guitar Solo on 1 by Davis Sprague
Guitar Solo on 6 by Luke Mahoney

Album art from illustration by Amanda Boucher & conceptualized by Max Boucher

All songs and lyrics by Stephen Dennison except 1 & 6 written by Davis Sprague & Stephen Dennison

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Track Name: Summer Job
it's something that I should have known
before I took this new position
at a shitty summer job
with no ambition

measuring out our time
of each and every day
the worthlessness of hours and hours and hours and hours
under minimum wage

all of the things you do
and the way you say I've never grown
only hypocrites are selfish
it's something that I should have known

it's something that I should have known
there's a place called California
where the people are worth much more
depending on where they were born

all of the things you do
and the way you say I've never grown
only hypocrites are selfish
it's something that I should have known

it's something that I should have known
it's something that I should have known
Track Name: Tracing Arcs
you've wasted years tracing your arcs in the sand
your fingers slide along so clean and so neat
you're waiting for someone who understands
and make all of your drawings complete

each grain is smooth and it is too light to touch
you're living life like you are still in the dark
don't count the ones that fall, there's simply too much
don't even try if they don't recognize your mark

but seeing how the two of us just met
I put my finger to my lips and say
"not yet"

if you're still looking when you get up in age
try a little less pretentious point of view
nobody wants to have to learn at that stage
but I'm not really here to tell the truth

but seeing how the two of us just met
I put my finger to my lips and say
"not yet"

but seeing as I'd like to win the bet
I put my finger to my lips and say
"not yet"
Track Name: She Might Be Into You
she might be into you
if you do what she wants you to
tell her you love her
then she'll discover if you are the one

if she denies you
try to tell her that your lies are true
just one more secret
no way you'll regret the things that you've done

she can tell what you're thinking
and she can see what you've been drinking tonight
you'd better leave before I start a fight

if she was into you
you'd know by now and she'd be knowing you too
just one more warning
new lies each morning don't mean that you've won

she doesn't care what you're saying
cause she has won all the games that you've been playing tonight
you'd better leave before I start a fight

she might be into you
but I don't want that to be true
oh! how I miss her
just want to kiss her
she might sha dooby dooby doobay doobay wah
Track Name: Oh! Holy Girl
oh! holy girl
I left your altar long ago
but it's the role of a lover
to forgive what the other doesn't know

in my search for the truth
I never met a girl like you
one who rises with the East
who gives the most but still expects the least

how many holy sons
get to meet the one they adore?
you say you're not lonely but
what are you waiting for?

oh! holy girl
I am in trouble with my thoughts
if I could stay another day
you'd make these dreams seem less distraught

how many holy sons get to meet the one
they adore?
I know I'm not the only lonely one
so what are you waiting for?

oh! holy girl
I never really meant to go
but it's the role of a lover
to forgive what the other doesn't know
Track Name: Hang Up The Curtains
it's time to hang the curtains up again
it's getting late in early June
that sun is rising at five am
you're waking up too soon

the grass is getting long enough
that you can see the grain
it's hard to lay it on, MacDuff
it's harder to explain

can't they see that no one reads the newspapers anymore?
you and me, let's escape before we lose what we were fighting for

too much to eat of the sweetest thing
I drank too much and I am filled
I want to stop before it starts to sting
but I'll continue still

while crying Lord why have you forsaken me
I am more human than I'd like to admit
it'll take more than the sun to awaken me
the space in mine where your hand fits

can't they see that no one reads the newspapers anymore?
you and me, let's escape before we lose what we were fighting for

were words where we were yesterday?
I hardly listen when you speak
I understand what you are, and what you say
although your tongue feels like Greek

can't they see that no one reads the newspapers anymore?
let's escape, you and me, before we lose what we were fighting for

it's time to hang the curtains up again
gotta keep the neighbors doubts
got to little time together then
we'll have to go without
Track Name: Nashua, NH (or Paris)
now all the shops have closed
I'm drawing circles in the windows with my fingertips
leaving spaces where the water drips

three cups of coffee deep
I wasn't planning on sleeping anyway

this could be Paris!
but it sure as hell is not tonight
softly, rain falls without you
under streetlight

if I could find my car
I couldn't stay any more than I could say
where you are

(I never wanted to know
was this the way it was supposed to go?)

this could be Paris!
but it sure as hell is not tonight
softly, rain falls without you
under streetlight

this could be Paris!
but it sure as hell is not tonight
softly, rain falls & softly, rain falls & softly rain falls
this could be anywhere
but you're not here tonight
softly, rain falls without you
Track Name: Turpentine
my mother paints with oils as
she smells of turpentine
her fingers stretch the canvas
out when it is time
if I had her ambition
and respect for tradition
I could make something just as fine

bald men in a smokeless bar
they are playing "that rock & roll"
they've got vintage guitars
but they have lost their souls
it's still a young man's game?
is it?
then why am I not on that stage?
give back the youthfulness you stole
I'll write it if I can have control

words can't be my body
any more than my thoughts can do
so hold that thought a moment
we'll make it much more potent
until I can hold you
you know there's nothing I would rather do.