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'Basics' was recorded in various rooms throughout our house. It truly is a look inside our minds. Enjoy and thank you so much.

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released 17 April 2012

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tags: alternative folk indie lo-fi acoustic low-fi singer-songwriter Asbury Park

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Just Us, a duo based out of Asbury Park, kiss on the face and write songs about it. Yearning to delve deeper into one ... more another’s minds, the couple, consisting of Jenna Murphy & Thomas Louis, formed the project and began to create music. With influences such as Bright Eyes, Owen, and Iron & Wine, the pair creates a very delicate sound, leaving the listener feeling vulnerable. less

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Track Name: Pretty, Petty Words
You don't have to fear a thing,
'cause you've got me.
I can't talk and I won't sing.
So words have lost their meaning.
But don't let them stop you from,
drawing how you feel.
Track Name: The Insides
I walked in from the drive home,
inside from the freezing cold.
You had all of your bags packed,
but you swore you were coming back.
I shook my head left to right,
swore that tonight,
would be our last.

So I put all the candles
on top of the mantle,
and you led me to a wonderful goodbye.
To the insides.
Track Name: Remember This
Luke's passed out drunk on the floor,
Brandon calls a woman passing by a whore,
and Al's tellin' jokes, to miserable folks.
Is this what my life has come to?

We all live to capture the time,
but some day we and the clocks will collide.
And we'll all fight our way
into the same fragile frame
If you look close it's really all the same.

Beaches with hardwood floors.
Whispering sweet nothings,
behind curtains for doors.
Excuses to get together.

You're lucky to have what you have.
Because I could easily paint over what you wrote,
on the windowsill for me to wake to in the morning.
And I'd still pull my ass out of bed.
Put on my shoes, tie my tie real tight,
so the whole damn suit becomes a noose.

We all live to capture the time,
but some day we and the clocks will collide.
And we'll all fight our way
into the same fragile frame.
If you look close it's really all the same.
Track Name: I Always Get These Awful Thoughts
Holding all the silver,
let it go.
Meeting all of your
forgiving ghosts.

I always get these awful thoughts
that all the doors are locked,
and I'm stuck inside this room I'm in.
And all of those I've wronged have keys,
but they want to watch me.

Taking all the praise,
pass it on.
Loving all the Saints,
my only son.

I'm tired of being told lies,
and having to lie to myself
about who I am now,
what I want to be,
and who I will become.
It's hatred and silence.
All that you love.

Come on, let it go.
You're so alone.
Come on, let it go.

I'm not a sailor but I can see where this ship will sink.
I'm not a writer but I can tell where you put your ink.
And I'm not a savior but I can tell where you're heading.

Buryin' all your branches,
planting all your seeds,
making tea out of the leaves
of your only family tree.

Let it go.
Track Name: Basics
I found a picture of you, holding a drink.
It was from the Summer, I think,
when we were crossing wishes off lists.
In case we died like this.

Its the basics.
It’s the things that help you breath,
the things you truly desire and need.
It’s the basics.
The color of everything.
The things you think before you fall,
asleep.

I Had a dream I was old,
telling strangers all I had been told.
But it seems I was,
talking myself to sleep.

Its the basics.
It's the, things that help you breath.
The things you truly desire and need.
It’s the essence of life,
husband and wife.
Making sure the fireplace is never empty.
Track Name: Common Man
He was a common man,
made what he could with his hands.
Did what he could for his friends,
lived for his wife and off his land.

Slipped his fingers under concrete,
pulled up as much of the street as he could.
He drank the poison to save the well,
sinned and saved the sinners from hell.

Told all he knew to all who asked,
never did God's work.
Carried his father's name, and mother Earth,
the way he held his books on his way from the Ivy.

He laid awake too long,
and died far too young.
Never had a dream to sleep for,
never had a dime to spare.
You'll learn soon.
You'll learn soon.

No one showed at his burial,
no stories told at his funeral.
He lived now to fertilize his soil,
to grow only thornless bouquets,
of the things he thinks.
Track Name: Needles
You’re saving grace.
Passing your needle through fabric.
Anything to pass the time,
while it rains.

You’re twisting, cotton into shapes.
Is it worth all the pokes in your fingers?
For a scarf I’ll,
never wear.

I’m spinning.
Clockwise with the metals,
in which I’ve been adoring with their sound.

I’m listening to,
drunk kids with guitars,
to forget I’m too scared to drive a car.

So whether it be music or fashion,
hobby or passion,
we can use our needles to,
pass the time.
Until we get out, and it’s done raining.
Track Name: Warm
It’s the things you do
that make me want to,
keep you warm.

Clean the room and close the blinds,
turn out the lights.
Pull up blankets,
and put my arms around your sides,
fall asleep,
share a dream.

A cup of coffee and a good morning kiss.
You’re drinking your tea.
I’m saying "Baby, don’t make me leave.
We can spend the day in our sheets."

It’s the things you do
that make me want to,
keep you warm.

Most Days, I lay awake,
until my back aches,
thinking of all I could make.
But it’s the things you do,
or don’t do.
That make me want to want you.

And keep you warm.
Track Name: Gabriel
Somebody, save me.
I'm lonely and lately,
I've been losing faith in man,
in God and his plan.
The city, the streets, the magician's sleeve.
Somebody make me,
a place that I'll call home,
a bed to rest my bones
anywhere, as long as you are there.

I'm walking onto a sinking ship,
just to feel important or included.
When we get down there
I'll meet the captain's skeleton,
and I'll politely ask, where we are headed.
And he'll tell me, it's late in 1944,
and his son was sent to war
and we'll meet him there.

Because good men, they meet at the same old bar
drink the same damn drink,
and think the same wicked things.
And I'm a good man, despite all the things
That I've done wrong.
Track Name: Fragile
Dust and scratches,
on a light screen of film.
Exposed to the bright light,
every image over layed with guilt.

'Till every memory you own is gone.

Broken strings and clumsy chords,
'till your notebooks all run dry.
'Till your thoughts have up and left your mind,
and every song sounds as sweet as saving time.

And every melody you know is lost.

Flowers torn from roots,
pulled and given to you.
And all the sunlight they've eaten,
is left planted where they were beaten.

You keep planting seeds AND burning trees.

The China spins slowly on brick.
Swaying and dancing with the edge of the mist.
'Till the ashes of friends are being warmed
by the fire that did them in.

'Till your fate becomes coincidental,
and your forevers burn
so fragile.
Track Name: Losing Faith
No matter who you blame,
your friends, your family.
They loved you at your worst.

And I'm not apologizing for saying the wrong thing,
or thinking what I think.
My mind spins that way for a reason.

You're so afraid that maybe one day,
you'll wake and won't be next to me.
Well it's a possibility.
You've slept next to other men before,
you could go back to the way you were.
But I'm sure as hell hoping not.

A lot of fate is based on faith.
I can feel the hate and take its weight,
but not for the both of us.

Only for you.

You're losing count of all your mistakes.
I'm losing patience and faith,
but I still believe.
You've slept next to other men before,
you could go back to the way you were.
But I'm sure as hell hoping not.
Track Name: Just Fine
That familiar sound of your feet hitting the floor,
as you leave.
And the slam of our bedroom door as you,
cry to me.
I didn't make you lie.
No, I didn't do a thing.

We're wide awake talking about how
we would like to be buried.
But I just want to live one more day.

So I could see, all thats in store for me,
and if any of my ideas get finished.
If mom fixes that painting I left undone,
how you grow up and who you love.

You've got to expect this from a kid like me:
a pissed off pessimist who doesn't believe,
in the Bible or Torah, the sun or the sea.

I won't be around to sing you to sleep.
It's awful, you're getting used to missing me.

I wish I could be, all that I could be.
Repair that old garage, and maybe
the bike I always promised to,
but never wanted to.

So before I die, which could be tonight,
take care of the things I forgot,
find the things that I lost,
and tell everyone they'll be,
just fine.