Duodenary

Without Her (Cover)
by Harry Nilsson
Adam Greenberg: Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Vibraphone, Harmonium
Jason Hart: Piano
Mike Jones: Drums
Michael Tudor: Producer, Engineer, Slide Guitar

I spend the night in a chair thinking she’ll be there
But she never comes
I wake up and wipe the sleep from my eyes
And I rise to face another day
Without her

Without her, I can’t go on
Without her, I can’t go on
Without her, I can’t go on

It’s just no good anymore when you walk through the door
To an empty room
You go inside and set a table for one, it’s no fun
When you have to spend a day
Without her, do do do…

We burst the pretty balloons that took us to the moon
It’s such a beautiful thing
But it’s ended now
And it sounds like a lie
To say I’d rather die than live without her
Without her

Love is a beautiful thing when it knows how to swing
like the hands on a clock
But the hands on the clock tell the lovers to part
And it’s breaking my heart
To have to spend a day without her, do do do…
Can’t go on without her

Without her, I can’t go on
Without her, I can’t go on
Without her, I can’t go on

We burst the pretty balloon took us to the moon
It’s such a beautiful thing
But it’s ended now
And it sounds like a lie
I said I’d rather die than live without her
Without her
Without her, do do do…
It’s so wrong without her
Can’t go on

I spend the night in a chair thinking she’ll be there
But she never comes
And I wake up and wipe the sleep from my eyes
And I rise to face another day
Without her, do do do…
Can’t go on without her
There’s no song without her
It’s all wrong without her
Can’t go on

Can’t go on without her
It’s all wrong.

The Carnival
by Senator and The New Republic / Adam Greenberg
Produced by Michael Tudor & Adam Greenberg
Adam Greenberg: Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Synths
Jason Hart: Piano

I don’t know why I hate the carnival.
I know that I don’t trust the clowns.
The world’s tiniest man has a devious plan,
From the moment they roll into town.

I don’t know why I hate the carnival.
My pitching arm ain’t what it was.
The cans they won’t fall from the strike of the ball
and that big yellow Teddy Bear’s no closer to my love’s arms

I don’t know why I hate the carnival.
Magicians and Tricksters astound.
Well this ain’t the way that most fair people play
That’s why they’re packing up and getting the hell out.

Bye Bye.

Warning
by Senator and The New Republic / Adam Greenberg
Engineered & Mixed by Scott Hollingsworth
Mastered by TW Walsh
Adam Greenberg: Vocals, AC Guitar, Bass, Omnichord
Felipe Torres: Drums
Jason Hart: Piano
John Brodeur: Electric Guitar
Camille Mousard/Vanessa Iiou/Scott Hollingsworth: Backing Vocals

Hey Mister, I think you dropped this.
Do you remember where you lost it?
We gave you a chance and you let us down.
What happened? You’re in their pocket.
I didn’t take long. It never does.
You opened your mouth and we all believed.

Is it too much to ask for a little warning
(when you’re dropping bombs in our names)
Is it too much to ask of you?

Little sister, she scored a touchdown.
It just hit her, it was the role of a lifetime.
You could barely shake and they made you dance.
Don’t think! Just do your job.
Its not a problem, until you wake up.
What do you think of yourself now that you’re all alone?

Is it too much to ask for a little warning
(when you’re dropping bombs in our names)
Is it too much to ask of you?
Is it too much to ask for a little warning
(when you’re poisoning the people)
Is it too much to ask?
Is it too much to ask?
It’s just too much too fast for me.

The Starting Gun
by Senator and The New Republic / Adam Greenberg
Adam Greenberg: Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Harmonium, Synth
Jason Hart: Piano
Mike Jones: Drums

You spun me around, made me guess my direction.
I’d even give up my name.
A wink from your eye made me disregard protection.
Who was I to think I’d tame you.
You made me dig a hole, then you put me in it,
thinking I would just play along.
You tell me I was something special to you.
Well something special shouldn’t feel so wrong.

I had so much fun.
Shot by the starting gun.

How can I blame the guy for asking out my girl.
Let him learn his own lesson.
I’m the only one to blame for letting myself be led on
to believe there’s something better ahead.
When can we be alone and have a conversation
about the things that happened in your day?
You tell me “I’ve got to go get ready.”
“I’ve got plans, home is where you stay,” you say.

I had so much fun.
Shot by the starting gun.
I had so much fun.

You spun me around, made me guess my direction.
I’d even give up my name.

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