George's Bridge

by California Cousins

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released September 28, 2015

Drums and lead vocals recorded by Adam George
Guitars, bass, and backing vocals recorded by Christian Ortiz
Mixed by Christian Ortiz
Mastered by Adam Cichocki

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California Cousins Rochester, New York

Dudes playing riff hitting jams. Rochester, NY. Featuring:
Jordan Serrano- Vocals/Bass
Juan Ortiz- Drums
Casey Sanders- Guitar
Christian Ortiz- Guitar/Vocals

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Track Name: Soft Earth
I stare at the sun with my eyes closed
And imagine the way the soft earth
In your backyard used to feel in between my toes.
It’s something that I’m never getting back.

But as long as it’s November, let’s bury our bodies in cotton.
It’s been three weeks in counting,
I’ve been coughing up something.
And I’ll let you know just what’s been buried at the bottom of these lungs
If I ever get that far.

We never made it to the bridge this summer.
We all got caught up somewhere along the way.
But we still sit by the swings and talk about how boring
Our lives have become.
Sometimes it’s all the keeps me going.

We didn’t even get sunburned once this summer.
If you can even call it that.
Track Name: Let the Cold In
This weather has never been a friend of mine
And the holes in my shoes are losing all meaning.
They just let the cold in
And I’m feeling like I’m standing in the shadow of my youth.

When you were young you let the devil kiss your lungs
As you sat out in the sun on your neighbor’s lawn.
And you held your breath all summer long.
And spent almost every night sleeping with the lights on.

When I was young I felt the devil in my bones
Until the day I broke my hand and released him to the world.
But I captured him in a box hidden underneath the floorboards
And I only let him out when I’m alone.
Track Name: Your Backyard
Every night I hold the flame close to my face
And imagine it’s summer again and we’re standing in your backyard
Bathed in sunlight and innocence.
I was ignorant to the moment everything would change.
And I resent myself for trying to stand in your way.

We sat on your porch about three summers ago
And I felt sick to my stomach with everything changing too fast.
I guess life is a funny thing ‘cause here I sit
Nostalgic for the very moment I hated.
I’d do anything to get it back.

Our youth passed us by just like lightning
And our rain dances did nothing to bring it back.
No matter how loud we cried out to the clouds
All we’re left with is the memory of the flash.
Track Name: Benedict Drive
We buried our bare feet in the grass
And watched the waves crash on the shore.
We spent our days chasing seabirds
But every night we let the crows follow us home.
I let the darkness consume me
Because I stopped trying.
I’m sorry.

Sometimes I was afraid we were born to relive our parent’s mistakes
But I haven’t had much reason to drive past benedict drive these days.

So bury me underneath the floor of your living room.
And I’ll stare up at your couch forever where we laid together for the first time.
(Leave me to wonder if you ever got my letter.
Does that make me pathetic?)
Track Name: Your Kitchen Floor
We left our retinas singed on the sunrise every summer
When I was afraid to close my eyes and miss one ray of light.
And we left our stomachs to rot on the floor of your kitchen
When I was afraid to open my eyes as something we never speak of occurred.

But I remember sitting behind the old auto shop
And I watched as the lightning streaked the sky.
And I was alone for most of the storm
But I smiled as the downpours passed me by.

We left our hearts at George’s Bridge
At the bottom of the creek buried underneath
The soft earth and we’d dive for them every summer
Only to find we’re missing pieces every time.

After that night in the kitchen
Well, I can’t help but feel like
We switched positions.