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Songs That Didn't Make the Record

by Chain of Lakes

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Austin Kaufmann So many great songs on this album — so evocative. And damn if that pedal steel guitar on a couple of those tunes doesn't make me swoon! 😍 Favorite track: Relative Obscurity.
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1.
Nostradamus 03:00
what would you say, babe if we had only one day, babe if we were living the day before the last one of our lives we didn’t get specifics just a bunch of vague predictions but you know me, i’m a cynic honey, everything means we’re dying old Nostradamus says the end is upon us me, i’m not quite sold to be honest but it might might be kinda nice to spend a day living, not just trying to survive so what do you say babe? there ain’t no reason to stay safe what’s say we take our bucket lists and starting checking things off STAT but first let’s get let’s get back to holding hands oh honey why were we waiting for judgement day to live like that? let Nostradamus think the end is upon us let’s get busy living up to our promise to try not to waste this time and spend our days living, not just trying to survive
2.
i’m sorry don’t you dare listen i didn’t mean it no i’m begging forgiveness the thing about us is how you can change me into the man i wanna be and then drive me crazy i wanna be clear cuz i wanna be strong i still don’t think you’re right just know i went about this wrong so now you see a full grown man waving up a clean white flag singing sorry loud and singing clear the hardest thing to say can be the nicest thing to hear let’s just erase it close up the curtains we’re not gonna change any minds dead set on hurting the thing about us is how we can break free and see that the blood rushing our heads is the same that our hearts beat i won’t bite by lip cuz i’m not drawing first blood you know i haven’t seen my pride since i realized just what we’d done and the difference between love and rage is just how fast you turn the page and anger’s just some coward’s word for fear the hardest thing to say can be the nicest thing to hear (sorry) seems to be the hardest word the difference between war and peace is just a measly few degrees another view of something you hold dear the hardest thing to say can be the nicest thing to hear
3.
Container 02:03
I have a safe container holds tight to secrets, now you know at least tell me part of what’s been weighing on your heart, honey if there’s something i can hold I have a safe container stays sealed when sorrow’s seeping through so tell me now before it soaks and wrings us out, honey what can i hold for you say it and just like that it’s off your chest and you can rest and rest assured someone heard I have a safe container withstands burning fits of rage but we’ll be ok, babe we’re class A fire rated what can i hold for you today
4.
they say i was born with a guitar in my hands family right of passage sitting in with my old man soon as he saw i had it i was playing in his band just a kid, wide-eyed and fancy free out of the whole wide world i found half a dozen strings wasn’t long before i made the road my home i found a bottle and a band all of my own i’ve seen every highway through a dirty van window i had everything i ever thought i’d need whiskey, food, and water and these half a dozen strings i wasn’t ready when my darlin stole my heart we made a daughter and i knew that was the start of sending out the band to play without my guitar part the family i was making needed me i’d finally found me something more than half a dozen strings then a call one fall as bad as bad as one can be dear old friend was dying rebel cells he couldn’t beat i remembered all those stages that we’d raided as a team on the day he died his bride she handed me an old beat up case of memories and these half a dozen strings i’m finally seeing it my daughters know somehow family right of passage they’re singing with me now and my little one, she’ll kill me if i ever put it down the only thing that helps her fall asleep is just a prayer with her old man played on half a dozen strings and i thank god for that and these half a dozen strings
5.
it was 1904 the year Ithalia was born to Fortunato and his darling Louisa and 5 years since the move from north Italy to Ashtebula north ohio's river-mouth town two hours east of Cleveland with nothing but a rosary made seven kids a family that prayed the sacred mysteries together she wasn't in to fancy things she was good as far as she could see it couldn’t get much fancier to her than a rosary and a wedding ring and a simple strand of bright white pearls it was 1924 the year Ithalia let Fortunado walk her down the aisle to marry Victor so it came to be that Ithalia got her wedding ring and Victor couldn't get it on her finger any quicker they made a home in north Detroit a daughter and two altar boys and all could pray the rosary together the butcher loved the butcher's wife happy home and happy life and the good lord heard his thanks each night from her and her rosary for her wedding ring and a simple wish for bright white pearls when the world waged war on one another Ithalia was a soldier's mother her rosary grew worn from all her prayers for his return and somewhere there in the pacific a son recalled his mother's wishlist and had a mikimoto necklace hand-tied just for her In 1960 Victor died and left Ithalia here behind to age and beam with pride on all the grandkids and my own mom was one of those and since the day that she was born she always adored when grandma Ithalia wore her favorite necklace few years before my nana died she pulled my mother aside and said “while im alive these eyes have gotta see these on you, girl.” then the calendar turned the century and Ithalia died with family and everything she wanted in the world her rosary and her wedding ring and a family strand of bright white pearls my mother had 10 pearls removed and saved em all in sets of two and for every first communion each of her own five granddaughters get a rosary and a shiny pair of earrings made from dear Ithalia’s pearls
6.
Rope 03:44
if i wore a tie i’d be loose by now shirt untucked buttoned halfway down hey world look how you wore me down today i’ve had a hell of a day if i had a dime for every time i got cut off, or out i’d buy this whole damn town at least one round today i’ve had a hell of a day so i know this saloon with a sturdy corner chair and they let you sit and stare off all alone it’s on my way home i get a jameson shot and the closest cold beer you got i don’t know if you can tell or not but i found the end of my rope i know there’s a saloon where Cathy knows my name and she’ll have em sitting waiting cuz she knows it’s been one of those i get a jameson shot and the coldest beer you'd ever want i don’t know if you really care or not but i found the end of my rope got a gut feeling this won’t make it all alright no matter what, fill em up might be the only spirit i lift tonight got a gut feeling this won’t make it all ok no matter what, fill em up i’ll drink to the end of one hell of a day i’ve had a hell of a day if i wore a tie it’d be loose by now shirt untucked, buttoned halfway down hey world, look how you wore me out today i’ve had a hell of a day
7.
Perfect 03:27
you always drive way too far to the right and won’t be criticized from the shoulder and you turn down the songs while we’re all rocking on it’s getting worse as we’re getting older you can’t just let me vent just get it off my chest without demanding some grave conclusion oh we’ve been a mess since the day that we met it’s how i know we can take a good bruisin you’re stubborn as can be in one good way it seams can’t believe how you won’t even give up on me you only know your worth once your worst is in plain view i never said i wanted perfect i said i wanted you for each of your faults there’s a cavernous fault and it’s chalk-full of all i’ve collected i know you didn’t ask… still i’ll sing a few passes to detail a few i’ve selected i confess that i vent too much shit off of my chest and expect you to just consume it oh i chase down stress that just leaves me depressed and you’re left with this mess and his music you’re stubborn as me, and you’re welcome to be but hope’s not supposed to be hinged on these things you only know your worth once your worst is in plain view i never said that i was perfect i said i love you
8.
Good Dude 04:05
hey dude, we had a run you were just a runt we couldn’t find a crate you wouldn’t break so we gave up scrapped our plans for how to keep you none of em lasted a week you snuck up to our bed and for eleven years that’s where you’d sleep too always by my side we’d walk the neighborhood each night i just loved having the dog all the neighbors recognized they’d yell “good dude” good good dude name meant as a joke became the name you grew into good dude you’d never defecate in the place we’d designate the Brandonbergs deserve awards for the shit that they forgave you for i remember working hard training you in our side-yard you’d understand each damn command that you’d stare and blatantly discard man, you had a motor i’d get tired just standing and throwing while you’d sprint yard to yard and back so fast and beg “keep going” such a good dude good good dude pain in my neck but man my heart was fond of you good dude you were six when we had kids and you loved em like we did and i know you took the brunt when we brought home our brand new twins you fell way way down my list, man i truly regret that you took in on the chin it’s just what living in our pack meant they’d poke your eyes and pull your tail and close barrettes on your hair you just took it like a champ and brother i thank you now for that such a good dude good good dude you paid us back in all those bags of trash you got into good dude then you got old before my eyes i felt your heart grow tired of trying you laid your head upon my leg and that’s how we said our last goodbye I swear I stayed right by your side we’ll see you on down the line and I can’t say this enough… bud, the privilege was mine such a good dude good good dude you saw me at my worst and still gave all the best of you good dude good good dude an easy dog to love but man you’re a damn hard dog to lose good dude.
9.
take a walk down to the sand ditch our shoes i’ll try to hold your hand if my timing’s right then the moment i need it the most the sky will transpose and we can stay til it’s over take the waves watching the sky slide by as the world’s turn gives birth to dark new night the sun casts the day’s last light let’s take off i know a cottage and there’s a beach where we’re almost guaranteed to be alone and for more than a moment i hope and we can stay til we’re sober take it in watching the night slide by as the world’s turn gives birth to dark new night the sun casts the day’s last light take the van down to the water take a swim with all our daughters before we go we’ll hold hands watching them watch the show and we can stay til it’s over take it in watching our life fly by as the world’s turn gives birth to dark new night the sun casts the day’s last light
10.
some songs are made for praying some are made to get you naked some songs hurt most are made to help some songs are made for singing quiet some to wail on hard as hell but not a single song ever wrote or sung itself so why’s it riches or the ditches when you write you know obscurity doesn’t burden me it’s defending it each night and i don’t base an ounce of faith on making you a new believer cuz it’s pretty clear that noone hear has heard about you either some songs are made for babies some are made for making babies some are made to get that ass out of your seat some songs are made for singing always some we’re destined to forget hell, this one’s probably not even finished yet it’s like a fix for an addiction just to write you know obscurity kinda works for me i’m used to working nights and just cuz i don’t chase some break don’t dare mistake this trade for leisure and no offense, but none of my friends are fans of your band either it’s like a fix for an addiction just to write but obscurity doesn’t worry me half as bad as that spotlight

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Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Josh Kaufman
at Local Legend Recording in Grand Rapids, MI
Produced by Josh Kaufman & Kyle Rasche
Photography: Eric Ellis
All Songs Written by Kyle Rasche (BMI)
except #4: Lyrics by K. Rasche & Jake Mellema

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released November 25, 2022

Kyle Rasche (acoustic guitar, piano, vox)
Michael Robertson (guitar)
Josh Kaufman (piano, bgv)
Mark Hugger (bass)
Drew Vanderveen (pedal steel)
Pete Muszkiewicz (drums

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Chain of Lakes Alto, Michigan

Kyle Rasche is a singer-songwriter from alto, mi. He has written and performed songs as Chain of Lakes since 2010.

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