February

by Great Elk

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During the winter of 2010-11 Great Elk recorded four songs on their own in Brooklyn, NY. They tracked drums and bass at a makeshift studio space and did the rest wherever they could. Some things were recorded at the studio of friend Len Monachello, some in Paul's basement apartment (much to the chagrin of Paul's neighbors) and some other little bits in a couple of other places. The tracks were released in February as a series of limited edition CD singles which were distributed each week that month at a series of shows at Rockwood Music Hall. Now they've bundled them together as an online only EP available to everyone.

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released May 31, 2011

All songs by Great Elk. Except, of course, "Dancing in the Dark" which is by Bruce Springsteen. We hope that since we're not charging for this EP we don't run into any legal issues. Everything was recorded, mixed and mastered by Great Elk, mostly by Bryan Trenis and Tommy Harron.

Great Elk is...

Paul Basile - guitar, vocals, poultry tending
Patrick Hay - guitar, backing vocals, temp
Bryan Trenis - keys, approximate vegetarianism
Tommy Harron - bass, backing vocals, russian accent
Adam Christgau - drums, frisbee

All songs produced by Great Elk except "My Favorite One" which was produced by Great Elk and Mr. Casey Shea. Love the drone. Love it. And then check out Casey's amazing music at www.caseysheamusic.com.

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The New Yorker says - “The Brooklyn rockers Great Elk display the control and restraint of a band with deep chemistry, as they sway gracefully between gentle ballads and mid-tempo indie-rock tunes.”

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Track Name: Falls
Do you ever think about
the time we snuck away to see
Niagara Falls together
just you and me

My parents thought I'd gone
fishing with my friends
Mom and Dad I went to love my girl
for the weekend

I took a Greyhound to Scranton
met you there halfway
You were waiting in the parking lot
with a smile, I ran and kissed your face

We headed north in your
shitty red Chevrolet
You put your hand on my leg
I-81 through the driving rain

"I've never seen it rain like this," you said
"Water in the air could bring you down, with it...
Don't you think..."

We stopped for dinner
at your house in Syracuse
Rain falling harder, wind blow
it isn't safe to move

"Let's just stay here tonight,"
you said, your eyes on the floor
and whispered something nervous
I couldn't make out a word

You led the way up the stairs, to your room
Couldn't wait to touch your skin, see you swoon

Now I don't recall exactly what we said
I stepped out for some air on your fire escape
You came up from behind put your hands on my side
and pushed with all your might
And I fell down alongside the raindrops
to your driveway
I fell so hard...

Last thing I heard was your voice call from above
"That's for the lies you told me, all the dirty lies you told"

But I never gave you, a single dishonest word.
Oh what's one more white one?
Already paid for something
Oh what's one more white one?
Track Name: My Favorite One
I'd be a boot
for your footprint in the mud
to be close to you
I don't mind the dirt

I'll be the northern sky
if you'll be the light
Take a cold, dark thing
and fill it with the colorful kind

Of all them people
running 'round the world
Of all them people
a telephone could call
You are my favorite one of all
you're my favorite one of all

I know my second chances
are long spent and gone
But one more try
and dear, I'd be your charm

Of all them people
running 'round the world
Of all them people
a telephone could call
You are my favorite one of all
you're my favorite one of all
Track Name: Walk Down yr own Road
You look at the pictures
of lives of better men
The perfect times and places
you wish that you had been
But you don't see
Oh, you don't see

The women by closed doors
or the empty rooms behind
The feet that crushed the flowers
or the sour tasting wine'
You don't see
Oh, you don't see

Walk down your own road,
Walk down your own road,
You're gonna live a long time

Walk down your own road,
Walk down your own road,
You're gonna live a long time

You dream of the road
following white lines
Dirty bars and freight train cars
your innocence again
But you don't see
Oh, you don't see

The family left behind
or the dirty train yard fights
The whiskey through your liver
or those lonely sleepless nights
You don't see
Oh, you don't see

Walk down your own road,
Walk down your own road,
You're gonna live a long time

Walk down your own road,
Walk down your own road,
You're gonna live a long time