Hopeful Paranoia

by Harris Face and the Restoration

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1.
The Squall 03:27
We are the shoreline We aren’t ready We’ll be swept back from the coast This time is different This time we all will die Flooded, drowned, or burnt to toast My favorite storm is the squall Now rage and fury are beautiful This is hopeful paranoia This is a busted barricade We hope our tears will form a wave And it would be a goddamn miracle If we were trapped inside for days And we came out the world had changed I’d be a freak if I tried And bared my soul to the falling sky None of this is real You’ll never get your way Our wills are no match for the fates None of this is real You’ll never get your way Our wills are no match for the fates I take my eyes off yours Outside the window, winks the eye of the storm None of this is real You’ll never get your way Our wills are no match for the fates None of this is real You’ll never get your way Our wills are no match for the fates
2.
Harder Times 05:41
I can prove you’ll be alright, that things are things That our souls remain the same We wipe our eyes, and wipe our memories clean No we didn’t mean to change Stood behind the bleeding sun, at the funeral scene Turned shovels upside down Tossed words that don’t mean anything But we need that sound, ‘cause Harder times will break us Darker days will fall Can’t predict the weather Do expect my call I'm just checkin' in Saw you sitting outside in the cold green light, as the wind picked up The trees began to dance Their favorite song is the thunderclap And we need that rain, to Wash away our pain Wash away our pain Been there and I understand the mess of the next few steps Put a friendship on the line I’ll help you pick the last few pieces up We’ll make record time ‘cause Harder times will break us Darker days will fall Can’t predict the weather Do expect my call Harder times will break us Darker days will fall Can’t predict the weather Do expect my call I'm just checkin in Just checkin' in Just checkin' in Just checkin' in Just checkin' in
3.
I think about your smile About the glow in your eyes How I could make you laugh How I could make you cry I see a great divide I feel like I could die But I’ll come back to life Come back to just another Sunday Night at Wonderland Tell yourself the wounds don’t show Tell yourself she’ll never know Keep your cool, lay down low, Stop, drop, and roll It could’ve been for life The thought it kills you inside Now that it didn’t work out Just have a drink and settle down You reached a great divide You’ll cross it when you die You ask yourself, is this real life? Or is this just another Sunday night at Wonderland Tell yourself the wounds don’t show Tell yourself she’ll never know Keep your cool, lay down low, Stop, drop, and roll Tell yourself the wounds don’t show Tell yourself she’ll never know Keep your cool, lay down low, Stop, drop, and roll Oh, you’ve got me kickin’ up dirt In the wake of a roadrunner, can’t keep pace I’m gettin’ vertigo babe, you’re a hell of a girl to upstage You can still save face Oh it’s a kick in the face But one we all have to take Can’t we be normal again? Why can’t we all be friends? You see that great divide We’ll cross it when we die For now we’re still alive Alive for just another Sunday night at Wonderland Tell yourself the wounds don’t show Tell yourself she’ll never know Keep your cool, lay down low, Stop, drop, and roll Tell yourself the wounds don’t show Tell yourself she’ll never know Keep your cool, lay down low, Stop, drop, and roll Keep your cool, lay down low, Stop, drop, and roll Keep your cool, lay down low, Stop, drop, and roll Keep your cool, lay down low, Stop, drop, and roll Keep your cool, lay down low, Stop, drop, and roll
4.
Hometown you broke my heart You say you knew me well You talked behind my back Well you’re a quaint suburban hell You’ve shown me no respect You’ve tortured me and my friends till we fled straight west Where your condescending hands won’t ever reach this far You’ve turned my father’s father’s hardware store into some crazy Irish Bar And here I stand your most ungrateful son Hometown I hate you back! You’re not the one Hometown you held me back! Swear I’m still fun On the Jersey Turnpike south to Washington In the darkest bar on the edge of town That’s where we meet to plan our rounds, now Have you noticed I’ve been chasing ghosts? So don’t you wait for me alone We’re the shadiest bunch, gathered round a dark black box I pick the lock and the rain pours out, now Have you noticed I’ve been chasing ghosts? So don’t you wait for me alone Before I meet ‘em they’re a purple shade I let ‘em go when they’re safely grey, now Have you noticed I’ve been chasing ghosts? So don’t you wait for me alone I fought the ghost of rock n’ roll He swept my feet, I fell to the floor I scrambled up in time to sing Would you just lay me to rest? That’s all I need. Have you noticed I’ve been chasing ghosts? So don’t you wait for me alone So don’t you wait for me alone So don’t you wait for me alone So don’t you wait for me alone
5.
Dim down the lights now Is this really me? Blow out the candles Is this really me? Downstream from the night brigade I melt out of the pouring rain Snafus surrounding Is this really me? Familiar surroundings Is this really me? How come every love of mine's just several weeks of borrowed time You’ve got to be kidding me If I had a dime for every love or lost affection I’d be rich and lonely There are holes in your stories you just can’ be believed You act cold you act distant, and history repeats Every pointless confrontation Every pause, excuse or explanation If I had a dime for every time I drove you crazy I’d be rich and lonely Crimson and clover I still believe The worst is over, I still believe Every time I run she flips the switch and light comes crashing in You’ve got to be kidding me If I had a dime for every time you proved me wrong Well I’d be rich and lonely Well I’d be rich and lonely If I had a dime for every time you proved me wrong Well I’d be rich and lonely
6.
I was flying down the stairs was in a rush to nowhere new She was gliding like an angel up the stairs just passing threw Well I think it’s getting warm in here I was lonely, I was lucky, when I stopped to say hello I fell backwards up the stairs well, I fell straight into her arms Well I think it’s getting warm in here Well I think it’s getting warm in here This is my escalator romance This is how I met someone new Why would you take the stairs When we can travel up in pairs, well That’s how I fell in love with you That’s how I fell in love with you All these places, can’t remember All these faces, can’t recall I remember when I met you Platforms moving, got your number Well I think it’s getting warm in here Well I think it’s getting warm in here This is my escalator romance This is how I met someone new Why would you take the stairs When we can travel up in pairs, well That’s how I fell in love with you That’s how I fell in love with you I see lovers floating upwards Face each other, holding on Wonder how they met each other It’s none of my business, it’s none of my business Well I think it’s getting warm in here Well I think it’s getting warm in here This is my escalator romance This is how I met someone new Why would you take the stairs When we can travel up in pairs, well That’s how I fell in love with you That’s how I fell in love with you

about

Harris Face and the Restoration are a steel guitar-driven, harmonica-sprinkled folk-rock band from Washington D.C. They are fronted by singer-songwriter Harris Face, who formed the band in the fall of 2012 to infuse his acoustic songwriting with a dose of rock n’ roll. The band has featured in DC at Rock & Roll Hotel, Iota, and Wonderland Ballroom, and in New York at the Sidewalk Cafe.

The ‘Hopeful Paranoia’ EP is a snapshot of the young band, meant to convey its own hopes, fears, and restless energy, its own storms and sunshine wrapped up in a bottle. The EP was produced by Miguel Urbiztondo (Cracker, Camper Van Beethoven) and engineered by Alan Weatherhead (Hotel Lights) at Sound of Music Studios in Richmond, VA. The resulting sound takes inspiration from alternative country rompers like Counting Crows and Dawes, as well as the honest acoustic songwriting of William Elliott Whitmore.

As a solo artist, Harris frequently has toured the Northeast and Midwest, played the Kingman Island Bluegrass & Folk Festival, and opened for the Vespers and Brothers Lazaroff. In 2012 he released an introspective 8-track acoustic EP called ‘How the Story Goes.’

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released July 13, 2013

Harris Schwartzreich vocals, guitar, harmonica, Michael Sammartino drums, vocals Aaron Thaul guitar, Jason Mendelson bass, piano, organ, vocals, electric mandolin, Jackson Styron steel guitar, Julia Jay vocals, Miguel Urbiztondo percussion. Produced by Miguel Urbiztondo and engineered by Alan Weatherhead at Sound of Music Studios in Richmond, VA. Mastered by Harris Newman at Grey Market Mastering in Montreal, Canada. Album design by Andrew Sawyer. All songs written by Harris Schwartzreich (ASCAP).

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