Great Expectations

by Great Expectations

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recorded in a cabin in Oscoda, MI in August 2016

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released December 11, 2016

Brandon McDole - Acoustic/Electric Guitars, Vocals, Percussion
Billy Pompey - Drums, Percussion, Trumpet, Keyboard, Electric Guitar, Vocals
Austin Stawowczyk - Electric Bass, Acoustic/Electric Guitars, Keyboard, Vocals

All songs and lyrics by Brandon McDole
All arrangements by Great Expectations
Mixed by Austin Stawowczyk
Mastered by Ryan McNabb

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Great Expectations Detroit, Michigan

Brandon wrote a song. Austin sang along. Billy hit a gong.

Detroit + Ann Arbor

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Track Name: Hopes and Dreams
You hold the key to my chest, tied to a string hanging from your neck. Locked are the worries I've kept, held deep inside – never have they left. Soon, my body will explode with everything that it holds. My blood will stain the grounds of all the places I've called home.

Breathe in, breathe out; try to slow your heart rate down, beating to keep up with your fears. (They haven't changed in years.) Soon, my body will explode, leaving behind a ghost of the person I used to know with hopes and dreams that were once my own.
Track Name: Fresh Air
We haven't seen the sun in days. The windows are blacked out and it's all grey. I'd like to walk outside. With some fresh air in my lungs, I'd be fine, but I don't know if my coat's thick enough to keep me warm. This winter's been a bad one, good for staying indoors, and staring at walls, and thinking of words that'll never be said – that'll never be heard.
Track Name: Great Expectations
I'm a boy with the best of intentions, but they're not always enough to know what I should say to you when you tell me what's been wrong for so long.

You whisper in your sleep, the ages twelve to eighteen. A sentence for the crimes of which you're guilty. And me: an accomplice from the knowledge of your deeds.

I'll try to uphold my end of the bargain. If I can, we just might make it to September and beyond.

I'm a boy with great expectations for eighteenth-century love, made possible by our generous donors whose names we're not all that sure of.

But I'll try to uphold my end of the bargain. If I can, we just might make it to September and beyond.