King of the Losing Side

by Chasing the Sky

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about

After seven long years, it's finally here. We're sorry it took so long, we hope you like it, and we love you very much.

Chasing the Sky is: Brenden Stark, Dana Mika, Cassidy Warner, Trevor Andrew Atkinson, Tim Alexander, Kevin VanAntwerpen

Recorded by Michael Crittenden and Christopher Andrus at Mackinaw Harvest Studios in Grand Rapids, Michigan.

Ryan Dekkinga provided arrangements on "Fangs", "King of the Losing Side", "Stories", "Bliss is Ignorance", "Colorblind", and "Impostors". Tom Steimel provided arrangements on "Bliss is Ignorance". Arie Boon provided the title "Bliss is Ignorance" (and also some real good talks about mental health).

Artwork by C.R. Warner.

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released February 15, 2017

CHASING THE SKY THANKS:
Annette Stark, Michael "The Colonel" Crittenden, Christopher Andrus, Mike Ritz, Patrick Minnick. The Intersection, The Pyramid Scheme, Mackinaw Harvest, The Intersection, The Pyramid Scheme, The Mitten Brewery, Rocky's Bar & Grill.

TIM THANKS:
I would like to thank my family for being supportive of the time it took for this endeavor. The Colonel for being so cool to work with. My band mates. I learned a lot and had some great laughs along the way. I'd also like to thank those who fight for peace and equality. Last but not least, God who has blessed me with the talents to do so.

DANA THANKS:
Thank you to all who supported us. Thanks to life for teaching me so much during this album. I learned how to feel accepted and I learned how to be myself. Thank to my band mates. It's been a fun journey.

KEVIN THANKS:
I want to thank my children Chichi the Cat and Dannisaurus the Manshark for their support, even when I'm not the best parent. My best friend Galen Nelson for always watching my back, especially when I was most alone, even though all these emotions make them nervous. My other best friend Dannica Donnell for watching me cry a whole bunch and not making me feel weird about it, and for crying a whole bunch and letting me help her feel not weird about it. My handsomest friend Heath Hofstra for keeping me from losing my way – and being the only person to visit me multiple times a week while I was sick. Jim Voice – you've probably seen me through more hard times than anyone else, and I'm sorry we don't talk enough. Chelsee Auble for showing me hope even when I'd forgotten it – and making me feel like I was worth something when nobody else could. Kahri Nelson, for loaning me her cat, and helping me to feel normal even when my body doesn't. Myles Dodge for keeping me awake literally the only night in my life I needed to stay awake but couldn't on my own. Quinn McDonald – for making my best friend so happy that I get teary-eyed out of pure empathy (and also for sparing my life). Melissa Dylan for being the most inspiringly genuine and righteous person in the sea of genuine and righteous people I know. Ellen Hankytyke for being the first stranger to compliment my lyrics, the first person to walk me through the worst of my panic attacks, and the first person to totally fucking fail at being my pen-pal. Kate Fasse for giving me an egg during every single one of my trying times. Mary Rendon for being the most intersectional person I've ever met. Evan Groot for using just the three days a year we get to spend together to make me think real hard for the other 362. Emilee Petersmark for all the time we spent in the iTrenches fighting iNazis (I owe you some scalps).

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Chasing the Sky Grand Rapids, Michigan

Chasing the Sky is a pop-rock band from Grand Rapids, Michigan that you may have heard thanks to Glee, Chevrolet, or Western Digital. The band’s music has been called “well-crafted” and “terrific” (John Sinkevics, The Grand Rapids Press), “Impressive” (West Michigan Noise), and a musical effort that you “should not miss” (Melanie Coker, Behind the Velvet Curtain). ... more

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Track Name: Fangs
Dear honor, I put you down with broken teeth.
Then I said there's nothing left that you can do for me.
This city, I built it up and I'll tear it down.
A judas kiss.
A fractured fist.
Count my conscience out.

Mark my words, we'll pay for all our mistakes.
We pray our fangs stay sharp until the debt is paid.

Dear honesty, you were cruel but you were right.
Simple truths spread like roots through concrete in my mind.
Last night, I introduced myself to me.
And he said we'd make poor friends, with that I can agree.

Mark my words, we'll pay for all our mistakes.
We pray our fangs stay sharp until the debt is paid.
And now my words won't pay for all my mistakes.
Their fangs,
their aim,
are sharp,
and focused in on me.

I'm in love and charismatic.
Hear me out, it's unromantic.
Tragedies I wrote ran away the bride.
Still I'm here to mount a comeback.
Should I fail, at least you'll know:
I fought.
I stayed.
With you,
until my debt was paid.
Track Name: Dysphoria
When the noise is gone,
in quiet moments I can gather my scattered thoughts.
Fragile and weak, like a newborn learning to breathe.
And when the world moves on, it leaves my stomach, freezes words to the end of my tongue.
When you collide with your soul,
it bruises to the bone.

It’s the weight of a crown on a kid,
Who shoulders the world and the pain that it gives him.
Never asked for anything.
Who will stay as the dominoes fall, when gravity whens, and swallows us all?
I found myself a reluctant king.

These walls are caving in,
And all the light departs from darkness as the heavens rescind.
That’s how it begins.
What if I’ll never be the same again?
It’s when the pain sets in.
Fever burns and fingers blistered to the touch of my skin.
It’s all the same to me.
There’s no relief, only destiny.

Don’t mistake a want for a need or compliance for peace.
In the struggle it brings, things exist that we can’t see.
Don’t misplace your faith in your dreams,
when they rip at the seams you just have to believe: it’s not the end of everything.
Track Name: Stories
In the ashes of the bridges you've burned
There's a flower still gripping the earth
If these ruins had something to say
They'd tell me that I am to blame

I've scraped up and bruised my knees
From begging like a stray at your feet
Now I'm breaking, I'm pulling apart
With a bullet sent straight to your heart

I'll fight like a lion this time
And not the orphan you took from the cold.
I'll cut the wires and sever the cords.
I don't need them to breath anymore.

There's a garden that's blooming inside
And it's begging to breathe in the light
And I know where I've thrown in my lot
Like the gallows or the firing squad
These are weapons on the tip of my tongue
I've held my fire for far too long.

I'll fight like a lion this time
And not the orphan you took from the cold.
I'll cut the wires and sever the cords.
I don't need them to breath anymore.
I'm sick of just standing in line and watching my heroes all die.
I'm wiser and a little more bold.
My story just hasn't been told.
Track Name: King of the Losing Side
Slip down to the empty streets in the pouring rain,
where the ghosts they scream: “did you know our names?”
City lights like torches burn to remind us all
of those who passed away
waiting for a saint.

A life out on the line demands more than resting upon a dream for us to turn the tide.

How do you expect to live when you're afraid to die?
So cut me loose and crown me king of the losing side.

Right now we need a miracle but they aren't cheap.
And our prayers for help are far too weak.
These bones are all we have so they'll have to do,
held together with tape and glue.

None of us are saints, just weary and broken.
None of us are saints, we carry the wounded.
Track Name: Viper
Your mother always told you: “that body wasn’t built to be loved.”
Your father wrote a gospel that said serve only what serves yourself
Still you carry the banner like it’s the difference between heaven and hell.
But you cannot have honor with your valor sitting up on the shelf.

Your house is no empire, you’ll never be the queen.
This tree of your family rots where it’s standing.
The branches break off like they’re leaves in the breeze.

My father always told me: “have family or have nothing at all.
You’ll never need an army with a few good men at your side."
He said: “you don’t forget treason, you repay it swiftly in kind.”
But forgiveness is your savior if you understand when it applies.

Your house is no empire, you’ll never be the queen.
This tree of your family rots where it’s standing.
Bitter is the fruit and bitter was the seed.
Decades of scheming have earned you this evening.
The viper’s in your house, and the wolves are at your door.
The sins of your mother are clawing from under,
the place where she buried them before you were born.
Track Name: Colorblind (The Ghost in the Passenger Seat)
I just can't see the colors the way I know you do.
They must be beautiful, they start a fire in you.
Try your best and tell me just what it's like.
I'd die for just a chance to see through your eyes.

I know it's hard my dear but my heart is a machine.
And now you look so strong, bearing all that weight.
Burning like a martyr for my sake.

And I still picture you alone inside your car.
Your eyes are closed, going 100 miles per hour.
And I am just the ghost in the passenger seat.
And I would slow you down if only I could speak.
If only I could speak.
Track Name: Devil Dressed in White
Down here, she's a lamb in the den of lions.
All the heavens are called to silence as the blood soaks through the bed sheets.
A voice in her head is screaming: “This is not how love should feel.”

She sleeps now to a lullaby of sirens and dreams about the day that she'll wed.
You slither like a serpent and coil on her bed.

This is not how love should feel.

So pray the darkness keeps you safe.
'Cause at the break of day, I'll be coming for you.
So pray the devil keeps you safe.
'Cause at the break of day, you'll get what's coming to you.

The wolves are circling as you drag yourself through the leaves.
Crying out for anyone.
For blood spilled only comes more blood.
Track Name: Bliss is Ignorance
Fate or fate,
white knights wage war for praise.
Bird and cage,
on dancing strings, they sing.

I can’t hold up all your hopes.
Don’t want to be your hero.
Villains sometimes tell the truth,
and every good man lies.
Tomorrow’s dress code reads: “disguise”

One more time,
retrace the wires, look back.
Signals sent from head to heart,
remain intact.

I can’t hold up all your hopes.
Don’t want to be your hero.
‘Cause a hero always falls
and murders choose life.
There’s more to life than black and white.

Is it really right if it’s for the wrong reasons?
One saw a patriot another thought treason.
Heroes still get paid for the good they do,
while messengers are carrying the cross of truth.
I wanna do what’s right for all the right reasons,
flex my spine for the things that I believe in.
The bullets I speak are true to what I do,
they’ve got to be true to what I do.

I want to be your hero.
Track Name: Impostors
At the rate I’m living there’s not enough time.
To reconcile the armies still raging inside.  
Hung up my halo last night.
To kiss a stranger goodnight.
Fistfights with my conscience knock me out every time.
Sterilize the wounds with lots of vodka and ice.
I’ve been too selfish to fight.
I can’t be your white knight

Imposters
Raise your hands in the air.
If you’re like me, you’re dreaming,
There’s something more.

My lion-hearted brothers would lay down their lives.   
And maybe I would too, if I knew what was right.
And so I’ll scream at the sky
Until the stars all reply.
And if there is a heaven, could you show me it’s there
And if there is a devil, please don’t tell him I’m scared.
I don’t want comfort or peace,
It’s the truth that I need.

Liars, at the pulpits preach.
Bigots, rage in the streets.
Salvation, sold on TV.
Somehow, I still believe

If love was the target, I think you’ve missed your mark.   
You’re a den full of lions, a tank full of hungry sharks.
If something is out there, it’s bigger than you and I.
The truth is my king, I’ll serve it until I die.
Track Name: King of the Losing Side (Acoustic)
Slip down to the empty streets in the pouring rain,
where the ghosts they scream: “did you know our names?”
City lights like torches burn to remind us all
of those who passed away
waiting for a saint.

A life out on the line demands more than resting upon a dream for us to turn the tide.

How do you expect to live when you're afraid to die?
So cut me loose and crown me king of the losing side.

Right now we need a miracle but they aren't cheap.
And our prayers for help are far too weak.
These bones are all we have so they'll have to do,
held together with tape and glue.

None of us are saints, just weary and broken.
None of us are saints, we carry the wounded.