Chalkboard Kids

by Sean Wilson

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Sean Wilson will be personally selling physical copies of "Chalkboard Kids" as well. Email him at Swilsonmusic220@gmail.com or find him on facebook!

Download "Cove" "Cat" and "Honey Melt" for free!

Thank you all so much for the inspiration and help!

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released August 14, 2012

All songs are written, recorded, produced and performed by Sean Wilson
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Matt Zorzi - Drums on "Honey Melt", "Vitamin Jukebox", "Your Room" "Cove/Landed"
Brandon Ropitski - Drums on "Better Than"
Chris Phelps - Bass on "Better Than"
Ahren Buchheister - Pedal Steel on "Radio"
Daniel Kelly produced/recorded "Better Than" and "Radio"

Kevin Niemann - Album art/design

Thank You all so much!

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Track Name: Wait
I was there to walk with you, but you held me by the tongue.
I was there to chew your voice, but you coughed between my lungs.
And you'd hope for that day, And you hope for that day.
And you'd hope for that day, And you hope for that day.

Oh I won't wait for you but I'll drill before you tears
Oh I won't wait for you if your crooked charms still have needs
Oh I won't wait for you but I'll drill before you tears
Oh I won't wait for you if your crooked charms still have needs
If your cooked charms still have needs.

And you still hope to slip the skin that parades endless vacations
Two zip ties and four separations
Your carpet shores make the finest dinner tables
Your carpet shores make the finest dinner tables
Your carpet makes the finest.

Oh I won't wait for you but I'll drill before you tears
Oh I won't wait for you if your crooked charms still have needs
Oh I won't wait for you but I'll drill before you tears
Oh I won't wait for you if your crooked charms still have needs
If your cooked charms still have needs.
Track Name: Cat
So, my friend
it comes to this
I know that you can't see.

So, my friend
it comes to this,
I know that it was me
who had the price to pay.

And you drew the line
that smelled like your car,
but I was feeling good with you.

But I took some time
and made it known
to leave your bridge by Sunday
before your cat woke up.
Before your cat woke up.
Before your cat woke up.
Track Name: Better Than
Under tripping wires I'm hanging my head,
and it's softly waiting for you.
Under slipping tires as I leave your bed,
thinking I would or could come back too.

And the flat marked fire
beside your telephone wire
I could see you sip your smiles instead.
When I was gone I made an epileptic running heart
where the night and my weak may rest.

You could be so much better than,
You could be so much better than,
You could be so much better than that.

And dropping radios beside your front porch
don't do much for me.

And I will ask you once won't you keep my picture
and tie it to the kitchen chairs instead?
And I see you there by my bench
as my keys strike up a melody, though I will
see you neck instead.

You tried to runaway or count the dimes you left to pay,
but I don't feel like running from that again.
Tear my hands and try to start, thread the ribbons from your heart,
and step away from the ever crushing past.

You could be so much better than,
You could be so much better than,
You could be so much better than that.

Cause I know you may think a lot about the things that I forgot
but don't tuck them away.
Cause they led you here amidst the fears so take my eyes
and try to steer my legs to wrap around and stay
Your crooked lips and roman hips between my aching finger tips
and pull
and pull
and pull.

You could be so much better than,
You could be so much better than,
You could be so much better than that.
Track Name: Radio
They held a sign above that said
"Don't trust them switchblade girls
that role from the turnpike before your bed
and can't wait to breath in the dirt."
I looked before and grabbed your sweat from your eye
and gave you a crooked roman kiss.
We can stand immortal in the west and the heat,
but I'll still see you pass along.

Oh for me I tried
Oh for me I tried
Oh for me I tried hard to say
"That I've been to that motel
and I'll find you on the radio tonight."

Passing sea print girls that rise in the mist,
with their summer time clothes shinning so pale.
I remember being pinned in the alley of your fridge and stove,
and you begged me "Baby, please don't go."
You ran for minute, we learned to dance for so brief,
but it was the best I could do.
Our speeds were busted so far from the inside,
I may be wrong but I'm still alive.

And thinking that you were possible,
And guessing was this my only turn?
I've never seen that car in your spotlight sighs
while the yellow sparks melt from your dress.

Oh for me, I tried.
Oh for me, I tried.
Oh for me, I tried
Hard to say
"That I've been to that motel
and I'll find you on the radio tonight."
Track Name: Honey Melt
You Hung out, between the lights above my side street
You camped out for a couple separate nights
while the reasons just glued
the reasons just glued to those kids

And Tearson, chewed a slice of apple peeled
coffee grounds, cigarette flavored mud
while the sweeper brings more
the sweeper brings us more wood.

And don’t try to watch your back
It’s time to move on to kick those
carborated fawns off track.
and don’t try to watch your back

And don’t run away
and don’t run away
and don’t runaway you sea sick kid.

Cause inkjet boys, their hair glows just like leather
And their jackets still move them girls
when she asks you where?
she asks you where you’ve been?

And Im not tired for the honey melt
Im not tired for the honey melt
Im no tired for the honey melt.

And don’t try to watch your back
It’s time to move on to kick those
carborated fawns off track.
and don’t try to watch your back

And don’t run away
and don’t run away
and don’t runaway you sea sick kid.
Track Name: Through Words
I hold your dreams,
I hold your dreams
between your skin,
between your skin.

I dragged you here,
I dragged you here
as you tore through words,
as you tore through words.

I hold your dreams,
I hold your dreams
between your skin,
between your skin.
Track Name: Your Room
I’ve got to find the room, where you asked me to follow
your blood through the streets on your back.
While pillow talk will ask me to love your crowded shoulders,
All the way to your poisonous hands.

I guess I want the other side of your heart
I guess I want you to walk for me
And if God weren’t stubborn, I’d take your ears and taste your silver words
While you try to polish your golden knees.

So tell me, Jane, while the band plays our lonely crooked songs
“the singer chews way harder in the dark”
While cocktail storms and animal bones bend down like your sailor,
the jailbirds aren’t calling you to count on me.

You guessed I need the right side of your polished bronze bed.
You guessed whether or not your scars were free,
and dripping forward through your skin, feels like a bar room stranger
But I always had some luck in your room
Track Name: Cove / Landed
When you dream of holes, that fall like tornado whirlwind words. Ill ask if you’re gonna try make that call,
I hope that you’ll wait, but don’t try to step closer to peeking words, who pull your skin before the ghosts on your feet

Hideaway don’t, Hideaway don’t, make me so bored today.
Hideaway don’t, Hideaway don’t, make me feel close.

(And I will) Go on for hours; go on for hours, till we find that cove

And my floor echoes you, and the porches still try to recall, how close the sun poured through our turntable fears

My jackets colder, in the walking shade that pulls our names, but the sleeves were to small for these hearts.


Hideaway don’t, Hideaway don’t, make me so bored today.
Hideaway don’t, Hideaway don’t, make me feel close.

(And I will) Go on for hours, go on for hours, till we find that cove