The Kinsey Scale

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released January 29, 2015

Daniel Barbrack - vocals, keys
Gabe Paiano - guitar, vocals
Aaron Kisslinger - keys, trombone, vocals
Max Beirne-Shafer - bass, vocals, piano (track 3)
Robby Jenkins - drums, vocals

Henry Munson - additional guitar, double bass (track 3), banter
Gabe Garcia - alto saxophone (track 6)
John "Yeah Kinsey Scale" Ney - banter

All songs by The Kinsey Scale
Engineered to tape by Henry Munson
Recorded at Gloveworld Studios in Red Hook, Brooklyn
Mixed by Henry Munson and The Kinsey Scale
Album art by Niki Giokas

Special thanks to Henry Munson and Bill and Brenna Beirne

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The Kinsey Scale New York, New York

The Kinsey Scale is a five-piece squad of real nice boys from New York.

Guitar- Gabe Paiano
Bass- Max Beirne-Shafer
Trombone/Keys/Vocals- Aaron Kisslinger
Drums- Robby Jenkins
Vocals- Daniel Barbrack
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Track Name: What I Learnt
I laugh and smile,
I stay a while,
I act respectfully

I walk, we talk
I watch the clock,
I lay my coat on the ground
Track Name: Beggars
When I hear the change a-rattlin,
I hear them beggars chatterin,
Wantin my money for themselves,
Omitting their honey, too sweet for shelves.

This very day I saw a man,
He claimed his back be broken,
But just in case he didn't fake,
I slipped him one small token.

I don't wanna be your love.
They might just be up to pace,
they are using ancient methods.
Using cups without the lids.

Every day I hear them go,
Wondering which is just for show.
And what if all these signs are lies?
Are those who give fueling false lives?

Today we play in the subway,
Just panhandling a little bit.
"No harm in what we do, no way!"
We sing and dance and play to fit.

I don't wanna be your love.
they are really up to pace,
they are using ancient methods,
Using cups without the lids.

Beggars, they're both near and far,
holding their cups by the helves.
here we are with our guitars
Are we just beggars in ourselves?
Track Name: Sundays
I know ink flow is just a smear
Look son now the weeks seem too clear

And I don't feel that you are better than that
And I don't feel that you are better than that

I know can't go for all this time
Feels like I'm just waiting in line

And I don't feel that you are better than that
And I don't feel that you are better than that.
Track Name: Back to the Future
Now my mama's alone.
Papa's burden is gone
Pinball magic is blonde
Speak these words and belong

What I learnt was in vain
Because you're not the same
I've got my mama to blame
I can't take it this way.
Track Name: For What
Maybe it's the weather
cause there's sunny skies and blue seas somewhere.
Maybe it's my mother
cause something just ain't right.
But in a little less than two odd years I'll be packing up my bags.
Maybe someone who has a pair of big white wings just might understand.
Track Name: Vacant Pavement
The congo is dead,
You are surely a slave there,
There's no crime, but you fled,
These scenes are all too rare.
Light's all away,
You're no longer in Times Square,
Yield the absence of play.
The hands come in pairs.

When I'm gone, why would you stay?
Bring some pawns to a chess game.
Bring your lawn to the city.
When I'm gone, why would you stay?

You have the theft,
Plead for yourself,
Orientation's left,
You are the help.
Kurtz lives in the end,
You can't afford the fare,
You're an I, oh but why?
Hear rings, but your phone's not there.

What's so wrong, will you soon gray?
What's so wrong, your queue's too straight.
When I'm gone, why would you stay?
When you're wrong, will you decay?

The Horror! The Horror!
Track Name: Drone
I took off my shades,
Bathed in the world's natural hues.
Sepia's a lovely grade
But often times obstructs my views.

I saw you at the party Saturday,
you had a drink in your left hand.
You looked at me, I looked away
Cause I'm an idiot
I'm an idiot

Asphyxiated by the Bronx, but I could never get up and go.
Trapped in by the subway lines, I just need to learn how to say no.

I took off my shoes,
Walked around your neighborhood.
I guess good things come in twos,
Cause they could tell I was up to no good.

Asphyxiated by the Bronx, but I could never get up and go.
Trapped in by the subway lines, I just need to learn how to say no.

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