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Scrapbook Minds

by Head North

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Jacob Marciniak
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Jacob Marciniak Honest, lovingly crafted pop punk, a personal, heartfelt work of art. Favorite track: Brooklyn's Burning.
Nick V
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Nick V One of the best new bands in pop punk. Can't stop playing this and I relate to it more than I'd like to admit. Favorite track: Doubt & Deadlines.
coltonxkaye
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coltonxkaye From my area and the coolest dudes. Super catchy pop-punk. Supporting the Buffalo, NY scene well. Favorite track: Doubt & Deadlines.
Rachel Howard
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Rachel Howard I love the guys in Head north and they consistently put out great music. Such talented musicians. Favorite track: Doubt & Deadlines.
connor
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connor 16 minutes of some of the best pop-punk out there. Head North is such an incredible band and this entire EP shows how great they really are. Not only is there great, angry intense songs but also shows a softer side on Brooklyn's Burning. Overall just love all of these songs. Favorite track: Endeavors.
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1.
Most nights I find myself alone, in the months that past since I saw you last, in the distance we have grown. And my few friends they are repeating to me how last year was hard, but this ones ours, like they can't see the weight that's shaping me. These doubt and deadlines get me on my feet, point me places I thought I'd never be. Doubt and deadlines get the best of me, while I'm just trying to get some sleep. But that's been hard this week. I used to fight for anything at all, but nothing's ever worth it anymore. And my own brain keeps repeating to me how I'm never good enough and I'm starting to believe. These doubt and deadlines get me on my feet, point me places I thought I'd never be. Doubt and deadlines get the best of me, while I'm just trying to get some sleep. But that's been hard this week. I am more than the sum of past actions, your arrows are forevermore a distant reflection. I may not have much to give, but I'm hnest and thats more than I can say for him. I don't have a thing to prove to someone who hides behind twitter alone in their room.
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Endeavors 02:52
Forever endeavor. This room smells like hypocrisy, or maybe its just me. But the aftertaste is well worth the wait. It just takes a second to sink in, and a lack of alternatives to leave me bound to what I chose for myself. She said, "Where'd you go? Even wanderers need homes." So as I turned to leave I painted pictures on the sheets and signed the corner so she'd know where we began one day we'd close. Progress, march on, further and darker into the beyond of your front lawn. Doors close, and I'm cold but this life is worth more than shelf space, and your scrapbook mind holds nothing but wasted time. She said, "Where'd you go? Even wanderers need homes." These endeavors are coming to bury this body, don't run and go hiding, you chose this don't fight it. This can't be what I wanted, this isn't what I planned. Good intentions break apart when all chips are stacked to start, you cling to what you've wanted forever and ever. She said, "Where'd you go? Even wanderers need homes." So as I turned to leave I painted pictures on the sheets and signed the corner so she'd know where we began one day we'd close. These endeavors, endeavors, forever and ever. These endeavors, endeavors, forever and ever. These endeavors are coming to bury this body, don't run and go hiding, you chose this don't fight it.
3.
Tremors 02:54
The tremors never wait til I feel ready, they flood my brain with photographs of you. The waves of memories they are unending and spawn from the scent of your perfume I've found on someone new. Every night I drive my car and scream my sadness to the sea, but its not phased it will, stir for days and days long after me. Maybe next year I'll learn how to fight it, for now these fits of loneliness will do. Where I'm blinded by the past so I forget what I have and follow your reflection as it mocks me round the room. I took the long way down so I could pass by your house and see if you were gone and your light wasn't on so I parked three houses down. And I waited for you to say to me, that after all this time I wasn't the one you chose to want. I have never found where I belong.
4.
I remember being young when I would pass out on the floor, in Blackstone where the ground was hard but my bed was far too warm. My restless bones they scared you, you said next year I'd feel home but you never could bring yourself to ever leave Buffalo. And maybe its my curse, but the alternative is worse. Instead of staying stuck forever I will forever search. I wouldn't change the way that I was raised, but maybe its my turn to go. Brooklyn's burning a hole in my soul. Brooklyn's calling me all the way home. Maybe it'll fix me before I fall apart, maybe I'll find my peace of heart that went missing before I knew that it was there. But I still hear the shouts they're still ringing oh so loud in my brain, from the night you took me away. I wouldn't change the way that I was raised, but maybe this year's not worth the fight. Brooklyn's burning a hole in my soul. Brooklyn's calling me all the way home. I've never felt quite right in my own skin, Brooklyn, Brooklyn take me in.
5.
I woke on the floor of Jake's apartment, on the last night of a three month tour. The room was asleep, but we wouldn't speak anyway. I knew what you'd say. So I laid on my back and traced the cracks in the ceiling and hoped that it would collapse and put and end to everything. I need this day to end before it puts an end to me. You'll get what you earn, when you're just the fog that the dawn of reality burned. And you're already gone. I woke on the floor and when I turned to find you you were already out the door. You said, "I can never be free, I need last year back it holds the best of me." You'll get what you earn, when you're just the fog that the dawn of reality burned. So read it in smoke and all those foul words on which I saw you choke when you couldn't even believe yourself. You are no friend. You are no foe. You're just another name I should have never known. You were my brother, you were my heart, but some stories burn so others can start. The past is all ash and that's where it should stay, locked in a box full of yesterdays and you can hold it tight, and you can keep it close, but that is no place that you should call home. Progress is key so take what you earn when some stories start and Some stories burn.

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released February 17, 2014

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