Alright (Extended Version)

by David Stone

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David Stone hits a remarkable balance. Maybe I'll draw it up one of these days, but for me when I consider a song (or album) for the blog, there's a sweet spot somewhere between country, folk, punk, and indie rock that really does it for me. If a song goes too far into one quadrant I generally don't write about it. Alright is the exact 0-axis in that graph.

Stone's songs are carefully written and could easily stand alone as poetry. The fact that he can accompany them with strong melodies that lend themselves to sing-alongs, a voice just this side of gravelly, and delicate guitar work when the occasion calls for it makes Stone a quadruple-threat. He also has the added distinction of one of my favorite love songs, hands-down, "Alright," which I featured on a playlist over the summer. It stands up to repeated listens, for sure. Overall, Alright isn't afraid to confront some of the world's emptiest feelings or the fullest with sincerity and warmth. It's a beautiful collection of songs and will be re-released on February 2nd on iTunes and Spotify. You can preorder the re-release now, or just buy it from Bandcamp. - Rachel Cholst (Adobe & Teardrops).

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"Hours" was recorded at Red Room Recordings in Thornbury, Ontario, Canada and mixed/produced by Josh Maitland. All other songs were recorded in my home in Victoria Harbour, Ontario, and mixed/produced by me (David Stone). The album photo was shot by Jonni Super in Toronto, Ontario. "the Alright EP" is available wherever you stream music thanks to FBP Music Group. Thanks so much for taking the time to listen! If you purchased this EP or anything else, thank you, I greatly appreciate the support!

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released June 7, 2018

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Track Name: The Wasp
Sing me to sleep, the crickets and their prey, morning smells like cigarettes and coffee, as you come into frame. Clumsily the wind pulls at your chimes, stumbles by your towels on your line, conversation picks up just outside, I mostly sit and listen 'cause I'm shy.

Do you recall the wasp that drowned, swimming in your drink?

Everything seems so small, maybe I just fill more space, I wanna stay with you and watch the water, swallow up the rain. Clumsily the wind pulls at your chimes, stumbles by your flowers in a line, conversation picks up just outside, I mostly sit and listen 'cause I'm shy.

Do you recall the wasp that drowned, swimming in your drink?

We watched them swim across the lake, it took them half the day, when they finally reached the land, we sat with them all afternoon in the sand. Clumsily the wind pulls at my chimes, stumbles by the fire and trailer lights, conversation picks up right inside, I mostly sit and listen cause I'm shy.

Do you recall the wasp that drowned, swimming in your drink?
Track Name: Hours
Pictures from when you were six, hand drawn birthday cards hung on the fridge, the look you had when you had when you asked me to explain, when you already knew, but you wanted me to tell you.

All the hours that it takes, for us to count to ones we throw away, in all our haste, we almost burned tomorrow, in the flames of yesterday.

You should know, you’ve always owned, the lions’ share of all the thoughts my head could hold. I needed time to grow, settle into my own, so I could be a person you’d be proud to know.

A few home videos on DVD, a cardboard box of notes you wrote to me, all the ways that you and I were the same, and all the faults in me that you forgave.

All the hours that it takes, for us to count to ones we throw away, in all our haste, we almost burned tomorrow, in the flames of yesterday.

You should know, you’ve always owned, the lions’ share of all the thoughts my head could hold. I watched you grow, all on your own, and you’ve become a person that I’m proud to know.

You should know, you’ve always owned, the lions’ share of all the love my heart could hold. I watched you grow, all on your own, I hope I’m still a person that you’re proud to know.
Track Name: Alright
The last drink before the bar closes, the last song the band plays tonight, and I knew from the moment I met you that I’d probably be all right. We walked to my house under starlight, but I left my keys at the bar, so we climbed in through my kitchen window, and danced until dawn in the dark.

Well baby its two years and counting, and I wouldn’t take back one day, I got you this ring, and I’ll ask you one thing, here in my life won’t you stay.

You’re the first thing I see every morning, you’re the last thing I see every night, I know every day won’t easy, but I know that we’ll be alright. We built a new house on the outskirts of town, with a little backyard and a tall apple tree, now every spring the tree flowers, and every autumn you harvest with me.

Well baby its ten years and counting, and I wouldn’t take back one day, I got you this ring, and I’ll ask you one thing, here in my life won’t you stay.

The first new years eve with the house to ourselves, the last glass of wine after midnight, and with your hand in mine, I say with a smile, I told you that we’d be alright.

Well it’s sixty-five years and counting, and I wouldn’t take back one day, I got you this ring, and I’ll ask you one thing, here in my life won’t you stay.
Track Name: Not Far Off
You are dressed in only the crimson morning light, strawberry hair in last night’s curls falls to one side, I lose myself, but I am found within your eyes.

You are the reason I became the man that you knew you could love, I had to own all my mistakes so I could have your trust, as we chipped away the chaos, to a diamond in the rough.

I stumbled through the darkness, burned my fingers on each match. Trying to find my way to you, with an old miswritten map. Alone in all my madness, I heard a voice cut through the fog. Saying, love your not far off.

You are the best thing I have known in all my life; I am a better man to have you by my side. You’ll be away a little while, but always on my mind.

You are the tamarack among the pine, the rapids of the stream. With orchids made into a crown, and eyes of emerald green. I can’t help but smile, when you smile at me.

I stumbled through the darkness, burned my fingers on each match. Trying to find my way to you, with an old miswritten map. Alone in all my madness, I heard a voice cut through the fog. Saying, love your not far off.

You are dressed in only the crimson morning light, strawberry hair in last night’s curls falls to one side, I lose myself, but I am found within your eyes.

I stumbled through the darkness, burned my fingers on each match. Trying to find my way to you, with an old miswritten map. Alone in all my madness, I heard a voice cut through the fog. Saying, love your not far off.
Track Name: Old Coat
Does the river run, around your heart? Did you ask the father for a rolling start? He said, here's a little less of me to leave some room for you.

In the early glow, in an honest smile, he said I haven't felt this happy in awhile. In that little room, you were laughing too. As they helped you through the door, you said you felt a little warm. This body is an old coat I don't need, not anymore.

Does the summer wind still warm your lungs? Did you ask for breath to sing the songs worth being sung. He said, I'd like it if you held onto this for a while.

In the early glow, in an honest smile, he said I haven't felt this happy in awhile. In that little room, you were laughing too. As they helped you through the door, you said you felt a little warm. This body is an old coat I don't need, not anymore.

The coloured wild cherry wood. A rest will do you good. Stubborn as you are, you don't really care for fighting, do you? It's a sigh, but not goodbye, a fond-held memory of a happy life, a song worth singing, hallelujah.

In the early glow, in an honest smile, he said I haven't felt this happy in awhile. In that little room, you were laughing too. As they helped you through the door, you said you felt a little warm. This body is an old coat I don't need, not anymore.
Track Name: Irish Whiskey, Prairie Rye
Dressed in all your finest clothes, wrapped in silk and draped with gold. The bark of trumpets, wash of strings, the dancers with their scarlet feathers part, the siren sings.

Irish whiskey, prairie rye, flatter me with charming lies. In the absence of the light, for a moment you were mine. Sparrow with his throat of white, woman beautiful and kind. It’s your absence that I find, in the presence of the light.

These hands have known a ghost, wrapped in lace and draped in petals of a rose. Apparition heaven sent, left a letter by my bed, love has met a tragic end, by the last stroke of her pen.

Irish whiskey, prairie rye, flatter me with charming lies. In the absence of the light, for a moment you were mine. Sparrow with his throat of white, woman beautiful and kind. It’s your absence that I find, in the presence of the light.
Track Name: On Her Mind
The morning air was cold and uninviting, my bed was warm and I had left her there, I paused just for a moment in the doorway, I contemplated heading back upstairs. I pulled the door turned the key to lock it, I shuffled through the snow toward the road, I stuffed my hands deep into my pockets, it’s so peaceful here where I am all alone. It’s so peaceful here where I am all alone.

In the almost dark, the hardest part, isn’t in my aching hands or feet. The thing that hurts, is when I think of her, and all the distance in between, and I wonder if she’s thinking about me.

When the sun first crests the ivory rooftops, when the coffee drips and the lights plays with her eyes, when evening hours close in, and when another day begins, will I be on her mind like she is mine. Will I be on her mind like she is mine?

A single candle burning on the stove-top, the air inside was warm and drew me in, welcomed home by our excited dogs, I read her letter on the counter in the kitchen. She said babe I’m working late, I’ll see you in the morning. She said babe I’m working late, I’ll see you in the morning.

In the almost dark, the hardest part, isn’t in my aching hands or feet. The thing that hurts, is when I think of her, and all the distance in between, and I wonder if she’s thinking about me.

When the sun first crests the ivory rooftops, when the coffee drips and the lights plays with her eyes, when evening hours close in, and when another day begins, will I be on her mind like she is mine. Will I be on her mind like she is mine?

The morning air was cold and uninviting, my bed was warm and I had left her there, I paused just for a moment in the doorway, I contemplated heading back upstairs. I pulled the door turned the key to lock it, I shuffled through the snow toward the road, I stuffed my hands deep into my pockets, it’s so peaceful here where I am all alone. It’s so peaceful here where I am all alone.

In the almost dark, the hardest part, isn’t in my aching hands or feet. The thing that hurts, is when I think of her, and all the distance in between, and I wonder if she’s thinking about me.

When the sun first crests the ivory rooftops, when the coffee drips and the lights plays with her eyes, when evening hours close in, and when another day begins, will I be on her mind like she is mine. Will I be on her mind like she is mine?

A single candle burning on the stove-top, the air inside was warm and drew me in, welcomed home by our excited dogs, I read her letter on the counter in the kitchen. She said babe I’m working late, I’ll see you in the morning. She said babe I’m working late, I’ll see you in the morning.

In the almost dark, the hardest part, isn’t in my aching hands or feet. The thing that hurts, is when I think of her, and all the distance in between, and I wonder if she’s thinking about me.

When the sun first crests the ivory rooftops, when the coffee drips and the lights plays with her eyes, when evening hours close in, and when another day begins, will I be on her mind like she is mine. Will I be on her mind like she is mine?

When the sun first crests the ivory rooftops, when the coffee drips and the lights plays with her eyes, when evening hours roll in, and when another day begins, will I be on her mind like she is mine. Will I be on her mind like she is mine?
Track Name: Hummingbirds & Bees
You’re a myriad of decisions
A place of worship without religion
With scaffolding in place above my bed
You’ll take the night shift in my dreams again

When we no longer wear this skin
They’ll bury us where beauty used to live
With pockets full of wildflower seeds
For the hummingbirds and bees

The embodiment of new beginnings
The sound of a frozen lake or a planet spinning
The classroom neatly swept in mid-July
There's a table set for six but it’s only you and I

When we no longer wear this skin
They’ll bury us where beauty used to live
With pockets full of wildflower seeds
For the hummingbirds and bees

If we’re still in our seats when the credits end
The colourless projector light still flickerin'
And if we aren’t seduced by the safety net
Then walking on this tightrope is easier I guess

When we no longer wear this skin
They’ll bury us where beauty used to live
With pockets full of wild flower seeds
For the hummingbirds and bees
Track Name: The Light That Shines Through
They burned the film with an image of your face, so as my memory fades I’ll still have something tucked away. As I aged, and as you aged with me, that photograph held only but of moment of your beauty. The woman that you are, the woman that you were, I want to tomorrow with you, more than yesterday with her.
You are the light that shines through.
The way the past, tends to flicker in the distance, like some far off star you can see but never visit. The stories of our life, like a puzzle made of moments scattered on the table in our first apartment. In so many ways forever, is just a million things that ended in an instant.
You are the light that shines through.
I burned the film, I put you in a song, put your voice on record, but you were with me all along. And as I aged, and you aged with me, I took the time to see the many forms of your beauty. The woman that you are, the woman that you’ll be, I want today with you, If you’ll have me.
You are the light that shines through.
Track Name: The Poets Bay
Rough sketches in my notebook, from when you were away, I tried to find your figure, I tried to find your face. You walked across the thin grey lines, still and silent on the page, wading through the depths of swirling stories, like a swimmer in the the poets bay. Like a siren singing songs of honest heartbreak.

Steer my weary hand, take me further than I planned, show me the darkest hour of night, so by day I see the light.

Waiting at home don’t feel the same, if you’re not coming home again.

Tough talk about the future, and troubles of the past, as long as we’ve held fast together, the trouble never lasts. You are the swimmer in the the poets bay. The siren singing songs of honest heartbreak.

Steer my weary hand, take me further than I planned, show me the darkest hour of night, so by day I see the light.

Waiting at home don’t feel the same, if you’re not coming home again.
Track Name: Someone's Somebody
I found a cozy little place in the corner of a crowded room, in the dull and constant roar of conversation I heard you, you sounded like the very first drop of rain to hit the surface of a sleeping lake, you spoke with the shimmer of moonlit ice through a veil of snowflakes.

This was easier when I was seventeen, I couldn’t see through anyone, and no one saw me. My dreams were still naïve, and I took comfort in belief, that I needed to be someone’s somebody.

I found a cozy little place in the corner of your busy life, in the moments we could spare we made a happy husband and wife, we grew together like two planets in each-others orbit hurdling through space, sometimes it’s the things we barely notice keeping us secured in place.

This was easier when we were twenty-three, we couldn’t see through anyone, and no one saw you and me. Our dreams were still naïve, and we took comfort in belief, that we needed to be someone’s somebody.

It’s a long was down sinking deep in your chest, and the words spilled out like confetti on your breath, and the world stood still and we hung by a thread, as you held my hand, and I remember you said.

This was easier when it was you and me, we couldn’t see through anyone, and we weren’t always worried. Our dreams were still naïve, and we took comfort in belief, that we needed to be someone’s somebody.
Track Name: YOUNG
Tell me the one about when you were young and you were in love and how it was enough for you, to be
happy. You were so naïve because it was so brand new I guess you took it all for granted no one could’ve
blamed you for, not knowing what to do.
When things got hard, you watched the whole thing fall apart. Now she’s leaving in her best-friends car,
you should’ve seen the trouble from the start.
This was never going to be easy, but now you’re just lonely, living like strangers, barely speaking,
fighting back anger, staring at the shadows on the ceiling, listening to her breathing, thinking you’d feel
better if she just left, but the last thing you want now is an empty bed, can’t get things straightened in
your own head, you never thought you become your parents.
Tell me the one about when you were young and you were in love and how it was enough for you, to be
happy. You were so naïve because it was so brand new I guess you took it all for granted no one could’ve
blamed you for, not knowing what to do.
When things got hard, you watched the whole thing fall apart. Now she’s leaving in her best-friends car,
you should’ve seen the trouble from the start.
Now you’re counting wasted hours and days, trying to find the moment everything changed, trying to
find the words to say what she won’t hear now anyways. You couldn’t just communicate, with all your
pride you couldn’t shake, you couldn’t make it right, you wouldn’t make the time, you looked into her
eyes, told yourself she that she wasn’t lying, when she said everything was fine, you should’ve read the
between the lines, but now she’s driving out of sight, and putting you out of her mind.
Track Name: The Thirteenth First
You count your silver bullets by the console light, mindful of the movement in the corner of your eye. You remember melodies to songs you heard when you were young, you don’t know all the words, so you just hum.

A dozen silver bullets might be enough, but you’ve got thirteen in case you fuck up, a dozen silver bullets weighing down your shirt, you took careful aim and shot the thirteenth first.

Sharpened up your arrow heads and laid them in a line, a thousand years later this is all they’ll find. Stricken from the record, written over, overtime, like a ghost on the film when you hold it to a light.

A dozen sharpened arrows might be enough, but you’ve got thirteen in case you fuck up. A dozen sharpened arrows buried in the dirt, you took careful aim and shot the thirteenth first.

You found out the countless were just uncounted, and no one really knows how those people how those people sounded. You wondered if the lore and verse was based in truth, or if they were just telling you what to do. You count on me to be good for you, I’ve been a work in progress since 1992.

You found a couple tapes that used to be your Dad’s, in a box of old things your Mom forgot she had. There might have only be a dozen things they ever agreed on, one was you, one was the weather and the other ten were songs.

A dozen good years might have been enough, but they had thirteen before they fucked it up. You’ve got a dozen tapes, and you know every word, but you just hum along to the thirteenth first.
Track Name: Strange
The Soles of your feet, in the palm of my hand, I lift you up, to the first branch. Does the sun leave us, or do we turn away? Are we just scars in the bark where we carved our names? In 99 years, when we're not around, just a couple of ghosts, the last two in town, I want to know the world, like the back of your hand, familiar enough, just to know where I am. I hope through the years, you still make me feel strange. Give this feeling a name, give it somewhere to stay. As effortless as to have you say you're mine, as complex as to understand why. In the florescent glow, of the restaurant lights, when I said I don't know, you never asked me why. I hope through the years, you still make me feel strange. Give this feeling a name, give it somewhere to stay. As effortless as to have you say you're mine, as complex as to understand why.
Track Name: On Her Mind (Acoustic)
The morning air was cold and uninviting, my bed was warm and I had left her there, I paused just for a moment in the doorway, I contemplated heading back upstairs. I pulled the door turned the key to lock it, I shuffled through the snow toward the road, I stuffed my hands deep into my pockets, it’s so peaceful here where I am all alone. It’s so peaceful here where I am all alone.

In the almost dark, the hardest part, isn’t in my aching hands or feet. The thing that hurts, is when I think of her, and all the distance in between, and I wonder if she’s thinking about me.

When the sun first crests the ivory rooftops, when the coffee drips and the lights plays with her eyes, when evening hours close in, and when another day begins, will I be on her mind like she is mine. Will I be on her mind like she is mine?

A single candle burning on the stove-top, the air inside was warm and drew me in, welcomed home by our excited dogs, I read her letter on the counter in the kitchen. She said babe I’m working late, I’ll see you in the morning. She said babe I’m working late, I’ll see you in the morning.

In the almost dark, the hardest part, isn’t in my aching hands or feet. The thing that hurts, is when I think of her, and all the distance in between, and I wonder if she’s thinking about me.

When the sun first crests the ivory rooftops, when the coffee drips and the lights plays with her eyes, when evening hours close in, and when another day begins, will I be on her mind like she is mine. Will I be on her mind like she is mine?

The morning air was cold and uninviting, my bed was warm and I had left her there, I paused just for a moment in the doorway, I contemplated heading back upstairs. I pulled the door turned the key to lock it, I shuffled through the snow toward the road, I stuffed my hands deep into my pockets, it’s so peaceful here where I am all alone. It’s so peaceful here where I am all alone.

In the almost dark, the hardest part, isn’t in my aching hands or feet. The thing that hurts, is when I think of her, and all the distance in between, and I wonder if she’s thinking about me.

When the sun first crests the ivory rooftops, when the coffee drips and the lights plays with her eyes, when evening hours close in, and when another day begins, will I be on her mind like she is mine. Will I be on her mind like she is mine?

A single candle burning on the stove-top, the air inside was warm and drew me in, welcomed home by our excited dogs, I read her letter on the counter in the kitchen. She said babe I’m working late, I’ll see you in the morning. She said babe I’m working late, I’ll see you in the morning.

In the almost dark, the hardest part, isn’t in my aching hands or feet. The thing that hurts, is when I think of her, and all the distance in between, and I wonder if she’s thinking about me.

When the sun first crests the ivory rooftops, when the coffee drips and the lights plays with her eyes, when evening hours close in, and when another day begins, will I be on her mind like she is mine. Will I be on her mind like she is mine?

When the sun first crests the ivory rooftops, when the coffee drips and the lights plays with her eyes, when evening hours roll in, and when another day begins, will I be on her mind like she is mine. Will I be on her mind like she is mine?
Track Name: Lay Me Down
Wolves of quiet homes, I’ve seen your faces. Some I’ve known for years, and others just acquaintances. A couple breeding cycles into domestication. You lost your thirst for blood, but not for fascination.

Lay me down, at the foot of your bed. Lay me down, in clothes of a good friend.

Glint of a diamond ring, well painted eyes, or bare-skin. Anything forbidden. With no use for your grand-parents religion, no desire for anything not earned but given.

Lay me down, at the foot of your bed. Lay me down, in clothes of a good friend.

It’s like a hook on a string, dancing like a boxer with her ghosts. Baited with the sweetest nothings, to hide the bitter taste of foolish hope.

Lay me down, at the foot of your bed. Lay me down, in clothes of a good friend.
Track Name: Thunder Bay (Live Demo)
The driving rain, driving again, the north-bound lane, to Thunder Bay. Ontario, I know I know, your southern shores were once my home. The humming wheels, revolving steel, Lake Superior, the northern shield, the giant sleeps his years away, while thoughts of you, keeps me awake.

Your bare feet on the hardwood floor, the towel on the back of your door, my t-shirt halfway down your thighs, the little light you study by, pictures of us in black and white, I picture us and we're alright.

Late summer falls, September calls, the nights grow long, the hours small. The colours show, in red and gold, in deaths disguise sleep through the cold. the rumbling trains, the roar of planes, the cars of night and neon signs, the love I reap, with care I've sewn, my heart you may keep as your own.

Your bare feet on the hardwood floor, the towel on the back of your door, my t-shirt halfway down your thighs, the little light you study by, pictures of us in black and white, I picture us and we're alright.

You swing your feet over your bed, you close your eyes and rest your head, my t-shirt halfway down your thighs, I'll read through every page you write, your picture tucked in the visor tight, I picture us and we're alright.
Track Name: Stained-Glass Saint (Live Demo)
Gathered on their flooded front lawns, your clothes are soaked, you may as well just take them off. When everyone else is undressed, no one really notices.

Your neighbors boarded two by two, under heavy sheets of rain, there wasn’t any room for you, it just worked that way. That’s when you saw her on the roof, in her bathing suit, smiling down at you, like a stained-glass saint, with her golden frame aglow against the swirling skies of grey, like a stained-glass saint, with almost nothing on.

You feel the wake before you see its shape, little waves that break around your waist. You wade into the street, to find they’re already at capacity.

Your neighbors boarded two by two, under heavy sheets of rain, there wasn’t any room for you, it just worked that way. That’s when you saw her on the roof, in her bathing suit, smiling down at you, like a stained-glass saint, with her golden frame aglow against the swirling skies of grey, like a stained-glass saint, with almost nothing on.

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