Keep In Touch

by Old Best Friend

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released 03 February 2012

all songs written by Mike Comite

recorded by Jack Younger at Watch City Studios in Waltham, MA

co-produced by Jack Younger and Mike Comite
mixed by Zach McNees (www.zachmcnees.com)
mastered by TW Walsh (www.twwalsh.com)


Mike Comite - vocals, guitar, bass, organ, mandolin, trumpet, additional percussion

Craig Sala - drums on tracks 1, 2, 4, and 5

Joshua Cipolla - piano on "The Lines I Lift" (www.joshuacipolla.com)

additional vocals and handclaps on "The Lines I Lift" performed by The Venetia Fair (www.thevenetiafair.com)

lyrics from The Venetia Fair's "Killing Time (To Keep The Dream Alive)" used with permission

artwork by Will Lambros (williamarthur.tumblr.com)

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Old Best Friend Brooklyn, New York

Mike Comite is your Old Best Friend.

He lives in Brooklyn. Come over and he'll cook you a mediocre dinner sometime.

His first EP, Keep In Touch, is a 5-song sampling of his music written over the last five years. More to come.
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Track Name: Things That Happen
i could have sworn i killed a man last night
he was in the cross walk but i had the green light
the painted lines were on the far side of the hill
by the time i saw him it was too late

but i felt no impact
saw no body in the rear view
so i kept on driving
what i’m really trying to tell you
is i don’t believe the the things that happen really happen

what if i’m right?
could i squeeze a little truth into my lies?
if i gained control
would it make you come back home?

i’m hearing voices when i close my eyes
and feel the room around me shifting as it’s changing size
each night i fall into the arms of a woman
she is singing me to sleep

but i wake alone
in a single room apartment
i turn off the television
what i’m really trying to tell you
is i don’t believe the things that happen really happen

what if i’m right?
could i squeeze a little truth into my lies?
if i gained control
would it make you come back home?

i could have sworn i made it home last night
i’d had a couple drinks, but figured i could walk alright
saw the lights on at my place across the street
i thought i’d fall asleep to the sound of traffic passing by

but then i stumble forward
and the headlights come upon me
i’m off the windshield
bleeding out onto the concrete
what i’m really trying to tell you
is i don’t believe the things that happen really happen

what if i’m right?
could i squeeze a little air back into the lungs to give me life?
if i gained control
i would stand back up and run to you,
and call whatever ground you stand on home
Track Name: Fire
i set my friends on fire
and left them all behind me
oh what a strange desire i had
to set my friends on fire

i ran two-hundred miles
of adirondack highways
my legs were aching, i felt my body fracture
when i ran two-hundred miles

i read til I grew tired
of all the words required
when i had finished i could not recall a word
i read til i grew tired

i set my friends on fire
and left them all behind me

when i returned i found their ashes scattered
and for the first time i found myself alone
i’d lit the match but i had long forgot the reason why
i set myself i on fire
Track Name: Most Of Me
have i been following you all night?
most of me says that i have
but part of me says that when i turn my back
you are following, too

you're looking just like you did when we first met
i shouldn't talk, i'm the same
most of me says i should keep my mouth shut
so i keep those words in my head

part of me wants to remember
most of me wants to forget

i don't remember why i was so angry
you look pretty harmless to me
part of me says that it wasn't so bad
most of me laughs and retreats

you ask for a ride at the end of the night
it's out of the way, but that's fine
your place will be empty, you're afraid of the dark
i wait as you walk to your door

part of me follows you in
most of me is driving away
Track Name: Untitled
good morning
how is it
where you are and where you’ve been?
is the wall still what’s closest to you?

you took all of your prayers to your lady on the hill
she didn’t speak
she never does
she just stands there forgiving you


so you say that things they have changed
i know
and i want it all
because while you’re here, i’m fine
and when you leave, i won’t die
or will I?

could you cast off
send your raft out to sea
over depths that i’m certain to lurk?

where I lie in wait
while you hope
you pray
that I don’t
that I will not
or at least that I hesitate

because if it was of your own volition
then it should only be something i want
not something i’m missing
(i still am)

so you say that you’ll sail away
well, i hope that your boat is built sturdy
because while you float you’re fine
but when you’re sinking you lie and say
“this rising water’s just a part of the ocean that is holding me up”

no, I won’t stop taking you for granted
Track Name: The Lines I Lift
speak low, in monotone
i won’t say a word, so they’ll never know
about the wild one you were when you were just a child

you made your bed, you chose the side
you’re sticking to the wall in which you least confide
you are so clean cut, you are the gem of our father’s eye

and even if life’s a hologram
that won’t stop me thinking about the clothes i wear
about my yellow teeth and how my gray hair falls to the side

forget you are my son
you are an insult to the name of capitalism
you are a fickle friend, you spit in opportunity’s face

past and future, they will rob you blind
you want to hold on to the present you can’t pay them no mind

we could lie and say i gave it a good try
‘killing time to keep the dream alive’
but why?

wave your arms and pray to die
you memorized the parts and you can stay in time
but not you young blood, the gentleman to your right

you spoke low in monotone
you never made a sound how could ever know
about the wild one you swore to us you could be

listen closely to the lines i lift
if i start to read between them i can see if i fit
past and future they have robbed me blind
i played the role, i did my time

we could lie and say we gave it a good try
‘killing time to keep the dream alive’
but why?