Performance and Interview on WYSO - June 30th at 8 pm

I'll be performing a few songs on Kaleidescope, hosted by Juliet Fromholt, on WYSO, the Dayton/Yellow Springs affiliate of NPR.  I love this show, and I'm really excited to be invited!

You can listen online by clicking here. 

Playing at Jive Pike - Saturday, May 22nd 6 - 11 pm

Feast or Famine - On Sale Now!

The album is now available in mp3 on Amazon and iTunes. The CD is also available from Amazon.

(tracks and lyrics in the sidebar)

All songs written and produced by Nicholas Slone.

Musicians:

Nicholas Slone
Guitar/Vocals/Keyboard/Harmonica

Jenn Slone
Vocals (Tracks 1,2,3,4,5,7,8,9)

Luke Chamberlin
Guitar (Tracks 1,3,4,9,12,13)

Ashley Franklin
Piano (Track 3)

Cover Artwork:

Brandy Jeffreys

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Terminal

bigger than nothing, smaller than everything,
it's something inbetween,
touch of a lover, eyes of the sick at heart,
so far apart

I can taste it
I can taste it
the flavor is wasted

love won't come with a cure,
we live it, we breathe it,
we die by the shore,
love won't come with a cure,
it's terminal,
terminal

crimson red and royal blue,
how dare you?
turn my colors around into a purple bruise,
how dare you?

I can taste it
I can taste it
the flavor is wasted

love won't come with a cure,
we live it, we breathe it,
we die by the shore,
love won't come with a cure,
it's terminal,
terminal

I made my last mistake,
getting consumed by this,
when I'm already dying,
what's one more kiss?
one more kiss...

the flavor is wasted

love won't come with a cure,
we live it, we breathe it,
we die by the shore,
love won't come with a cure,
it's terminal,
terminal

Sunflower

I step into this fading world,
with a yellow surface and a purple core,
I'm a product like the rest,
take another piece of me, till there's nothing left

that doesn't mean I'm the same,
well, well, well, what's in a name?
that doesn't mean I'm the same,
everybody else is insane

I know what I know, and it isn't much,
I go where the wind blows, but it's not enough for them,
it all seems the same, but I guess you'll never know,
cause a rose is a rose is a rose, I suppose,
and I'm a sunflower

and I'm a sunflower

she falls into her dark abyss,
at the sight of sailing, at the sound of bliss,
wraps herself up in despair,
with hopes of feeling real, with her fake blond hair

that doesn't mean she's the same,
well, well, well, what's in a name?
that doesn't mean she's the same,
everybody else is insane

she knows what she knows, and it isn't much,
she goes where the wind blows, but it's not enough for them,
it all seems the same, but I guess you'll never know,
cause a rose is a rose is a rose, I suppose,
and she's a sunflower

and she's a sunflower

and she's a sunflower

that doesn't mean she's the same,
well, well, well, what's in a name?
that doesn't mean I'm the same,
everybody else is insane

I know what I know, and it isn't much,
I go where the wind blows, but it's not enough for them,
it all seems the same, but I guess you'll never know,
cause a rose is a rose is a rose, I suppose,
and I'm a sunflower

and I'm a sunflower

She Will Come Back Again

23 long years been stuck in the same boat,
tied to a dock upstairs,
how many made a mini mock knot, faux fortune,
pawning off their single sock pairs,
and the long and the short of it's falling in,
and the thick throngs of distance are growing thin,

cause she will come back again,
she will come back again,
if you ask me why I win,
love, she will come back again.

empty up to my ears like an hourglass draining,
down to the waiting right one,
just a ticking time bomb, turning tricks, telling tall tales,
faking's only short if it's fun,
and the real thing is better than this boy's best lie,
and the man's making miracles in his spare time,

cause she will come back again,
she will come back again,
if you ask me why i win,
love, she will come back again

23 long years been stuck in the same boat, tied to a dock upstairs

And Went

what is your reason? tell me,

how does it feel? to be

head over hunches with a pocketful of steel, is it

uncomplicated with a

head full of zeal, is the

certainty salty, have the stigmata marks healed

and I'm gone

but I'll stay

and it's wrong

but I'll nod my head anyway

without a song

how can the symphony remain?

I've seen it,

and it fades

and it fades

bald headed comfort in a

beauty salon, if the

temptation's not there, what's the virtue resting on? in these

cold condescendings, with all

delusion gone, can you

get to the bedroom when there's a fire on the lawn?

and I'm gone

but I'll stay

and it's wrong

but I'll nod my head anyway

without a song

how can the symphony remain?

I've seen it,

and it fades

yeah, I've seen it,

and it fades

and I fucked her

and she came

and went

and went

with a little blue book she throws at me,

all the serious shittiness breaks free,

with a puff and a pucker post-retreat,

she came and went,

and went