A Cambiata

by Juneva

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rick goodman I've listened to this EP practically every day for 6 months, and I have no intentions on slowing down anytime soon. One of the best indie projects I've ever heard. LISTEN Favorite track: The Magnificent Sycophant.
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E-Money When you can get an album for free and you decide to pay for it, you know it's good. I stumbled upon this randomly and I am so glad I did. Favorite track: If You're Jezebel, Then I'm Bill Murray.
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released September 27, 2013

Juneva is:

Paul Buonomo - Vocals
Johnny Capece - Bass/Vocals
Michael Cole - Drums
Tyler Dack - Guitar/Vocals
Jon Padula - Guitar

Engineered and Recorded by Juneva at Phoenix Down Recording
Assisted by John Scott
Mixed & Mastered by Ryan O John

Artwork by Jon Padula

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Track Name: If You're Jezebel, Then I'm Bill Murray
Slow down
We need to find a place to rest
Our tired bodies have
Betrayed us with every step
Was this the brilliant plan you had?
To set this room ablaze
And seal off the exit

This is all we have here
Should I pretend to be content?
This is all we have here
A castle made of skin

It must be so convenient
To know everything you know
About everyone you know but I
Can’t seem to care
About a single word
You have nothing kind to say
About anyone you know

This is all we have here
Should I pretend to be content?
This is all we have here
A castle made of skin

All the martyrs gather round for
Blessed are the ones that die first
All the martyrs gather for your queen
(Wake up darling there’s nothing here
We say these words, but they’re paper-thin
Are you listening?
You’re never listening)

All the martyrs
Gather round for
Blessed are the ones
The ones that die first
Track Name: Stuttering Time Theory
If I lose battle then you get the bones
A trophy for your kill
Your smile looks familiar
Have I seen it somewhere
Frozen in the memory of a place where I felt whole

So why did you turn around
When we both know there’s nothing left
Was it just to tempt me to
Make a decision that I’d regret
Did you forget I was left behind
By a vulture in her den
While I waited in her hourglass
Buried beneath the sand

She said baby come back to bed
You’re not dead yet but I like to pretend
Cause I can find feelings in things with no meaning at all
It’s your flesh but not your skin that turns me on
Lie back for your surgery
I like to cut fragile things

The crescendo of all our battles,
and these words that we never should have said
I stumbled at this tempo
You faltered far ahead
I’ve convinced myself that I might have you again
A stability that I was never meant
I stumbled at this tempo
You faltered far ahead

So why did you turn around
When we both know there’s nothing left
Was it just to tempt me to
Make a decision that I’d regret
Did you forget I was left behind
By a vulture in her den
While I waited in her hourglass
Buried beneath the sand

Is there an exit out of my body
Show me out of my body
Is there a way out of my body
Let me out of my body

I'm trying to breathe but I'm drowning in the swell
Should've thrown you away like a wish in a well
We sang so softly through subtle moans
A song that's grown tired and cold
I'm trying to run, but these legs are so helplessly conflicted
seeing the light on, in your room
I can't, I can't, I just can't
(Is there a way out of my body?
Let me out of my body)

Remain calm
You know exactly what this is
and what you are
we stand before a murder scene
A murder you committed willingly
Before the final verdict, I'll let you express your defeat
Standing by the jury, in this courthouse full of theives
Track Name: The Magnificent Sycophant
Tell me what’s the point
Of living like an actress waiting to die
In the final scene
Of another person’s movie
That you took for yourself
To be someone else

Needless to say
The critics weren’t impressed with your
Shallow performance
The audience is leaving
Well before the ending
Makes a short lived impression
On the surface of their hearts

Act like you’re famous
And forget who you are
You look so dull
Standing by the stars

I see you walk outside
Blanketed by
The company you keep
The prettiest of flowers
Die amongst the weeds
I just hope that it is everything you wanted it to be

Needless to say
The critics weren’t impressed with your
Shallow performance
The audience is leaving
Well before the ending
Makes a short lived impression
On the surface of their hearts
Act like you’re
Act like you’re
Act like you’re
So much better than a corpse
Your self image is disfigured beyond your control
Beyond your control

Act like you’re famous
And forget who you are
You look so dull
Standing by the stars
Track Name: Tricurious George
These bad decisions keep you alive inside my head
I rewrote the words between your lines, convinced myself you need me too
But look at you so calm and unaffected
I’ll fill the void with mistakes that dance along my blood cells
Drink away the night sky
Murder the dreams that steal my sleep
No time to kill
I’ve been throwing it away

No air to breath through the smoke that fills this street each day
Since you've left I’ve forced every single smile
I refuse to worship this poor excuse for a savior sunrise
As I push my problems away
One step ahead
One step ahead
One step ahead
You're always one step ahead of me

Love won’t sell itself to me
It’s far too cheap to be trusted
Or welcomed by a heart overflown with better promises
You kept things so discreet
(To make me so damn desperate)
While our love grew more deformed

My best intentions followed you home
You preferred alone, but I didn’t know
Until you left me dead with some left-hand scars
In the tow zone of a parking lot
Sorry love, was interest illegal
I’m staining the sidewalk with messed up colors
The flashing lights are burning head
Pushed through double doors, in a bright white bed
I'm the exemplification
Of incessant fixation
I am the continuation
Of hopeless rationalization
I’m the exemplification
Of incessant fixation
The continuation
The continuation of...

Love won’t sell itself to me
It’s far too cheap to be trusted
Or welcomed by a heart overflown with better promises
You kept things so discreet
(To make me so damn desperate)
While our love grew more deformed

I worshipped you from afar
Even when you let me in
You buried me under
Something I couldn’t begin
To grasp within my finger tips
Was it unfair to seek out happiness
in the form of you and I?

I threw myself into the same fire
that burnt me long ago
(Changing form and shifting shape
I refuse to live this way
Cursed to repeat all the same mistakes
I’m cursed to repeat all the same mistakes)