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How to Be Human

by The Classic Crime

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Francis Berglund
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Francis Berglund Cuts deep and stays with you. There is an earnest honesty in the lyrics that pulls you in. If, like me, you thought this album was merely "good" when you listened to it the first time, give it a few more plays. You might just fall in love with it. Favorite track: Driftwood.
Nathanael de Boer
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Nathanael de Boer The Classic Crime is one of a very short list of bands that I feel have grown with me as I've aged. They were there for me as an angsty teenager, and they're still there for me now as an adult. This album wrestles with topics of doubt and purpose, topics which really hit home for me, being at a place in my life where a lot of these topics are uncannily relevant. Favorite track: Shades of Green.
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Ben I was hyped for this album the moment I heard Holy Water on Indie Vision Music, can't believe that now I've listened to it all it's not even one of my favourite few tracks! Top album. Favorite track: Not Done With You Yet.
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Holy Water 03:14
midnight stop on the street red light   feet on the ground and it feels right quiet besides the engine I escape into paradise it goes green and I’m back at top speed not another body in sight   i am this perspective I’m the witness tonight   I am alone but I'm alive   every drop of holy water comes from the ocean every atom in my body comes from exploding stars billions of years ago outside craning your neck blue sky stretching your back with your arms wide talking deeps breaths to purify   you’re pretty sure you that you could be certified there is no god-damned thing in sight it’s all deemed good in his eyes  you are this perspective you’re here to witness the light    you are alone but you're alive  all that rises must converge its only pain that makes us learn exclusive, separate turns infinite to infant so I dive in and I get burned the depths are deep and dark and hurt baptize and resurrect  each death a new perspective every drop is holy water all of us are sons and daughters every breath inhaled is heaven sent     
life can be senseless I try to make sense of it flashing fake smiles at my friends beats defenselessness  I cannot clean up a mess without making more it’s time to settle the score I can’t be charming if you can’t be charmed if you give me everything that I want I will disarm you are the only one who can stop me from giving up and just my luck you always have the fall before the lift whether you drink to remember or drink to forget what you did I am the closest thing to a modern day poet fraud but I met god in a velvet elvis painting that I painted myself in a bar where I was pulling off the bottom shelf when I had to quit before I killed myself I met him there and I was scared and so I asked god if he could fix my flaws he said I gave them to you  I know they are killing you but I'm not done with you yet I can be a wreck with my friends to act impressive I can drink too much and then curse away the sadness ranting like a lunatic walking with a bottle of wine and I’m not fine because I spent ten years on the road that made me different I created patterns of thought got new perspective I was just once immigrant son of a silenced preachers wife but black and white both died so when I asked god if he could fix my heart he said I gave it to you  I know it’s broken in two but I’m not done with you yet I once met god in an apartment floor and said I give it to you I’ve got nothing more and I’m not done with you yet
Ghost 04:22
A young man lacking sense sells his soul to circumstance his movements indecise he does not know that it will cost his life she’s a harlot boisterous and rebellious her husband gone this fathers daughter leads the young man to the slaughter In shadows you sleep too careless to see the things that matter most so much that when you are faced with the truth you look like you’ve seen a ghost a young man lacking sense pushes on to consequence he lives to feed his flesh the scavengers will clean up what is left she’s a harlot simple and persuasive with seduction she always gets her way her bed will be his early grave but I still know the shadows evidence the glow ghost I’ll only be your ghost I’ll only get so close I’ll only be your ghost In shadows we sleep I’ll only be your ghost Too careless to see I’ll only be your Ghost when faced with the truth I’ll only be your Ghost
Driftwood 04:21
every whisper is a gunshot in a crowded terminal every cry for help so quiet it is barely audible every callous numbing feeling gets invited to the bar instead of salt on all your wounds you pour well whiskey on your scars but you're not hard and no one sees who you are so you ward off the drunken stares at last call but you've got what I want driftwood call me a name if it feels good I’ll be the break where your ache has stood all of your failures are widowers but I'm still right here  and you're not hard I can see who you are I'll work hard to bring you back to the start you've got what I want as the driftwood whittles down you see the beauty that it had carried through the open ocean ’til it finely reached the sand where I came upon it's sadness saw the glory it contained you let me cut you slowly until only you remained
Wonder 04:17
wonder what I’ve got under doubt more than not wonder why I can’t amend my constitution wonder who I am becoming a bad person wonder if I can find a good solution   have I fucked up my head with all the books that I read was I too hungry for the truth to find you wonder why I’ve lost my wonder why the ship is going under  wonder why I’ve lost my wonder why the night has got my number wonder why the wonder died in me wonder what comes next opposite of annexed wonder if I’ll stay pretend everything’s okay oh I can’t ‘cause I’m not the same  are we just beggars all hanging on for a little piece of bread that's not coming around and it’s been too long since I have tasted wine not spoiled by the ghosts inside my head and I’ve seen good people die while I’ve been barely alive and I can’t live another minute if I’m in it just to live a lie all I can say is something inside me has suddenly changed and I'll take the blame since I was raised to embrace my shame wonder why I’ve lost my wonder why the ship is going under  wonder why I’ve lost my wonder why the night has got my number wonder why the wonder died in me wonder why the wonder died in me
Spare Time 04:39
you clutch the cross around your neck and hope to god there’s still time left you turn back down the path to find your way but in the dusty summer breeze in this ghost town you hear the sea it’s salted crashing melody still haunts you to this day and it says where were you when I call you to be wild now the ships set sail and you’re stuck in a prison if you are trying to dance alone in this life then do it right but if you are dying to live somewhere on the other side there’s no such thing as spare time the higher you climb the father you might fall behind yeah it’s a fight but you might never get to see the sunrise there’s no such thing as spare time you bought all your philosophies and carved out your philanthropy it didn’t take you much to do your part but you closed off opportunity with narrow cold hypocrisy and in the end you traded petty comforts for your heart but all your ornaments and trinkets cannot mend the broken heart you’ve hid and all the things you did if legalism saves then I guess that we’re all dead i for one am not stopping in my grave i’ll rest my head i’ll rest my head
gave up god for lent this year stopped going to the church learned to fight within myself the war beyond the words found a way to reconcile forget my fears and learn the inner price of peace from endless posturing and work here's the thing I'm finding the truth I've always known it's a blink you only get one shot always go I want different shades of green let the wilderness teach me something different shades of green I want different shades of green I want to imitate the mystery different shades of green the spirit is unbroken yeah the potions everywhere charting all the oceans hasn’t hid me from it’s stare classified as hopeless now they pity me with care but the rising tide that sunk my ship left it beyond repair
More 03:27
maybe I’m the bastard romantic who will watch you sleep I never had anybody before you to teach me anything of love maybe you’re the constant reminder of what I’ve gained before you came around I was a kid in the crowd without a name but now I have everything and I still want more until I hear the trumpet sound until my body is in the ground I want more until I finally find the source I want more maybe I’m the bastard romantic who will watch you dream as a kid my father could never admit to loving me so now I pour my heart out despite losing all control and I’m afraid to speak cause it goes deeper than my words can go all I know is I want more until I hear the trumpet sound until my body is in the ground until I finally find the source I want more I want more I want more too cautious to commit I always felt inadequate but since I felt the warmth of love I chase the sun ‘til we become one we want more we are young but only once we want to drink from life and love until we finally get enough until we finally get enough we want more
you think you know who you are but everyone has a charge now every act is a desperate move to try to  reassemble the parts despite your narrative arc now all the actors throw sparks complete your chores while the house is burning down and you’re afraid of the dark see truth refuse to blame you’re not saying goodbye you got several seconds left before its time you’re still saying you’re right but right and wrong are not options  resurrection happens when you die it’s written into the stars each time fidelity starves no healer ever could help a wounded life without first sharing his scars you think you’ve suffered your part so calculated and smart the dreams and visions all point to healing but interpretations an art only death can bring you life only death can bring you life only death can bring us life only death the final compromise
hold on let go be just be
purpose is everything a hopeless romantic sings give me my chemicals I’ve fallen in love with one ‘cause it never does me wrong except when it’s gone why don’t you wake me up from my sleep tonight and in the morning light I will face you why don’t you wake me up from this wasted life and in the morning light I will face you hindsight is everything in the darkness that morning brings the shadows from sunlight the contrast is deafening from the blur of the midnight street to the morning of black and white why don’t you wake me up from my sleep tonight and the in the morning light I will face you why don’t you wake me up from this wasted life and in the morning light I will face you savior save me am I alone


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released April 28, 2017

Produced by Michael (Elvis) Baskette and Matt MacDonald
Engineering and digital editing by Jef Moll
Mixed by Michael (Elvis) Baskette
Assistant engineer Kevin Thomas
Recorded and mixed at Studio Barbarosa, Orlando, FL
Mastered by Ted Jensen at Sterling Sound, NY

Cello recorded by Brian Chan
Violin recorded by Caleb Chan

Cover art by Renee Robbins (reneerobbins.com)
Art Direction & Design by Alexander C. Sprungle (sprungle.co)

Songs written by Matthew James MacDonald, Scotsman (ASCAP)

The Classic Crime is:
Matt MacDonald
Robbie Negrin
Paul Erickson
Alan Clark

Copyright (c) 2016 The Classic Crime Music Inc., released in partnership with BC Music, 4611 11th Ave NW, Suite 4,
Seattle, WA 98107, Manufactured & Distributed in the US by Future Management / Amped Distribution, a division of AEC



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