Virginia's Playlist

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Third Class presents their fifth studio release, Virginia's Playlist, a 20-song venture through the poetic innocence of traveling Ohioans. Front man, Lee Boyle, drives the music through new territories of balladry with Jack and Pepe playing larger roles in writing than performing. Also, a handful of Ohio musicians join the tracks to provide scoring, highlights, and field recordings to add atmosphere to the LP.

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released January 1, 2017

Third Class (Lee Boyle, Jack Boyle, Pepe Parish) produced, wrote, and recorded Virginia's Playlist at Historian Recording Co., Youngstown, Ohio. Song highlights were contributed, as home recordings, from Ellen Frost, Karen Boyle, Wade Boyle, Steve Boyle, Jerry Remish, Craig Beight, Brandon Hull, Brandon Noel, Emily Zinkin, Erin Kane, Joe D'Amato, Cathy Knowlden, Dave Knowlden, Jim Martin, Jonny Locomotive, Dog OK, Sam Goodwill, The Automatons, SexyPigDivas, and Floor Baba. This album was mastered at Cauliflower Audio, Cleveland, Ohio. Vinyl and compact disc versions of Virginia's Playlist were manufactured by Disc Makers, Pennsauken, New Jersey.

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Track Name: College Radio
We're college radio, but no one plays us. We've never played a show where people payed us right. And, in our pinky toe, we've got more talent than you could ever know. Your bass rig towers high. Your bass rig towers high. It rises to the sky, sky, sky. And, can I ask you why? Your trendy, pseudo fad is void of meaning. Your poetry is bad. I'm intervening here.
Track Name: Radio To Cassette
(I really feel like I've never made tapes for you often enough and I should try to do it more, but I just never liked sitting down for long periods of time and never felt like I...to try to, you know, just talk on the tape and never felt like I had very many things to say. But, it seems to me that the fun of having a tape, of doing tapes, is that then you can tell, talk about little everyday things that you normally don't write in a letter and don't even talk about when you talk on the phone because you just talk on the phone, one day, and you don't feel like you have a chance to say little, everyday things, where now, tapes don't cost very much and...) we start in Portland, where I was born then. We'll take a road trip, don't know where we're going. Radio, press record on the cassette. Radio, press record on the cassette. Radio, radio, press record on the cassette. WE play the keyboard whenever we're bored. We're playing ping pong, music all night long. Radio, press record on the cassette. Radio, press record on the cassette. Radio, radio, press record on the cassette.
Track Name: The World Sounds Like Poetry
Lately, I've been feeling like a failure to my friends and everyone around. Lately, I've been acting so immature and my crying only brings you down. Lately, I've been thinking 'bout Kentucky, swept away by Louisville's big skies. Lately, I can't recognize you all; you're all grown up and, tell me, where am I? Pour out of the radio and slap me on the wrist. The world sounds like poetry, the world I have missed. All my proudest moments have been written on a plaque. The world sounds like poetry but I'm too old to go back. Shake up the magnolia, break a branch, I tumble down. Shake up the magnolia, break a branch, I tumble down. Shake up the magnolia, break a branch, I tumble down. Shake up the magnolia, break a branch. Pour out of the radio and slap me on the wrist. The world sounds like poetry, the world I have missed. All my proudest moments have been written on a plaque. The world sounds like poetry, but I'm too old to go back. The world sounds like poetry, but I'm too old to go back. The world sounds like poetry, but I'm too old to go back (Jerry, the lion's back...Yeah, he jumped in the cold water. Well, that gets rid of him 'cause he's running off to chase the giraffe instead.).
Track Name: Being And A Ball
In the early evening, Steve was talking to me, cigarettes in the street, sandals hanging on feet. We were speaking our thoughts, thinking of Alan Watts, in some old parking lots, threw a ball that he caught. If I bounce this ball of the ground, will it come back to me? If I make you smile with my words, would you do that for me? You see, I feel like a fool when I dream in the lonely twilight. If I bounce this ball off the ground, will it come back alright? And, I can't fix anything. All I want to do is sing. I tell everyone 'round here and they laugh and call me queer. If I bounce this ball of the ground, will it come back to me? If I make you smile with my words, would you do that for me? You see, I feel like a fool when I dream in the lonely twilight. If I bounce this ball off the ground, will it come back alright?
Track Name: Kiss You Until You Bleed
It's too bad we met at your graduation party 'cause I'd sure like to go to school to look at you. I'd sure like to go to school to look at you. Golly gee, babe, I think you are really swell, but I wanna kiss you until you bleed. I wanna kiss you until your lips fall off. Let's go sailing. I wanna kiss you until you bleed.
Track Name: Lonely For You
Every day, I fall in love more and more, and I can't hit the floor. I can feel the lump inside of my throat; it's making me choke. When can I see you again? I'll never live with this pain. I'll never live with this pain. I'm lonely for you. I can't help myself. I'm under a spell and I don't feel well anymore, anymore. I'm lonely for you, for you, for you.
Track Name: Crying In The Dark
You and me, doing somersaults, dance on feet and we tumble and fall. Listen to John Oates and Daryl Hall, you be the cat, I'll be the dog. Crying in the dark, and I wish I was somebody else. Crying in the dark, and I wish I was somebody else. You and me, climbing on the roof, you are scared and I am aloof. You and me, climbing on the spruce, count the stars, try and touch the moon. Crying in the dark, and I wish I was somebody else. Crying in the dark, and I wish I was somebody else.
Track Name: Hardwood Sky
When the moon is a cat's detached claw, lying loose on the floor and the sky is made of hardwood, when the tune doesn't catch or latch on, we are dormant and bored, wander why we stay in this hood. When you're lighting a match and you're gone and the juice doesn't pour and you'd fly away if you could, when your work is all patch with a saw and some glue and the lord and you start to pray Hollywood, don't, don't go. You might not know, but we need you here. You're a stone's throw. You might not know, but we need you here. As we snored, the cat purred one last time, rolling off the bed. We just thought she was so lazy. We ignored the fact, sure that she wouldn't be, wouldn't be dead. Man, we outta be so crazy. I assure you that her intentions were nothing but the best. Man, her eyes were just so hazy. She was sore and she hurt; it was time, she was going to rest. She vibrated and then was free. Don't, don't go. You might not know, but we need you here. You're a stone's throw. You might not even know, but we need you here.
Track Name: Lonesome Dove
Speak to me, my love. Don't leave me, standing here. Like a lonesome dove, one black eye moist with fear, I recognize your taste. You're in a tender dream. Relating is a waste, hearing your dreadful scream. You're lonely as an owl. I like your pointy ears. Speak to me, my love. Twice through my eye you peer. Like a dove, you coo. Don't leave me, hanging on. Don't leave me, hanging on. Don't leave me, hanging on. Don't leave me, hanging on (...This is them, speaking right now. Hi, is anybody there? Hello, this is Lee. This is Jerry. This is Steve, I'd like to say something.).
Track Name: Grow Up In Portland
(I feel like that's the way Portland is. You know, I start getting adjusted to it. But, in Wichita, we started feeling real comfortable. After 3 years, you'd probably feel comfortable anywhere...) driving in Seattle in the early morning night. I'm a little rattled as I stop at the red light. It's important to go down south, 'cause, in Portland, I'll find the house my parents lived in, hospital I was born in. I've got to go get sworn in, find my way back to Portland, I gotta grow up. Crossing over bridges, busking on Alberta Street, "Losing My Religion" playing as I sit and eat, this is more than I could expect. This is Portland, cause and effect. I see the buildings, things my dad must have been learning, things that satisfy my yearning. This place gets my heart churning. I gotta grow up (I am the grown-up Lee...okay.).
Track Name: Looking For Watts
(I guess Karen probably told you most of our news. I just wanted to say thank you for the nice Christmas gift. We can sure use the money. I've decided to spend mine on, uh, a big book that they're reprinting at the school; it's an old textbook for one of my courses and it's real expensive and it's real big and it's real old. And, so, they're gonna be printing them up, after the holidays, and I wasn't going to be able to afford to get one...) on top of a roof, gazing at the sea, philosophical light shining onto me, packing our bags and hitting the road, searching for dreams inside a houseboat. Alan Watts' face is so close to home. Alan Watts' face is so close to home. Alan Watts' face is so close to home. Alan Watts' face is so close to home. Full of confetti and hopes, wanting somebody to tell him how to live, Dad was still just a young man, but truth is a difficult, difficult, difficult word. I'm on the beach with salt in my pores. White light is beating onto the shores, seagulls above and waves coming in. Cancer is beating, under my skin. Thousands of light bulbs in the garage, maybe this Watts is just a mirage. Alan Watts' face is so close to home. Alan Watts' face is so close to home. Full of confetti and hopes, wanting somebody to tell him how to live, Dad was still just a young man, but truth is a difficult, difficult, difficult word, difficult, difficult word. Alan Watts' face is so close to home. Alan Watts' face is so close to home. Alan Watts' face is so close to home.
Track Name: Colors Of You
I hate to admit this, Nora, but I've had broken spirits at both of my jobs. I'm beginning to think that my cousin was right when he said that life just gets harder, but I like dancing to sad songs, music, slow dance all night long. You say you want so much more, but you're only saying that because you think that's supposed to be true. Wait and you'll see the score and you'll see the leaf tornadoes and the blues will take you all the way home. I hate to admit this, Nora, but I've had broken spirits since poetry died. I'm beginning to think that my cousin was right when he said that life is a liar. You say you want so much more, but you're only saying that because you think that's supposed to be true. Wait and you'll see the score and you'll see the leaf tornadoes and the blues will take you all the way home. Sometimes, I find that my own mind's eye flashes with red, white, and blue. But, try as I might, I can't decide for my dreams not to be of you. Splashing water, in the sun in rivers, Washington, my lover, oh my god. Splashing water, Granite Falls, Andorra, Washington, my lover, I love her, I love her, I love her. No one can control all the colors of you. Deep, down in my soul, I flash with colors of you, you. Sometimes, I find that my own mind's eye flashes with colors of you. But, try as I might, I can't realize every stream leads to the ocean too. I love you. I love you. No one can control all the colors of you. Deep, down in my soul, I flash with colors of you, you (Here is our shared mind, journeyers'collaged sets, we are not cooler-troughed sandwiches at mammoth gas stations, grey dandelions on winding hills navigated, the swarming campus' night spirit, graveyards on brooked fringes of college towns. We are not them but have consumed all, grappling at mysteries in alley cracks, mugs briefly gleaming from tavern panes, as we pass.).
Track Name: Better Mood Today
Let's play in the summertime. Let's play in the wintertime. Scout's honor, I can tell you I'm in a better mood today, a better mood today. From now on, I want all my meals to be burnt by campfire. From now on, I want all my peers to be in my empire. From now on, I want all my friends to be glad they have friends. From now on, I want my bad ideas to sound like good poems. Let's play in the summertime. Let's play in the wintertime. Scout's honor, I can tell you I'm in a better mood today, a better mood today.
Track Name: Little Brother
Why are you stuck in this living room? Outside, it's getting bright. I hear the train tracks boom. Love is new to my wild head. Doves fly through and the morning is bright red. She's in the hospital somewhere and you're on the floor, just lying there. He's in the hospital, holding her hand. You're gonna have a little brother in no time. She's in the hospital somewhere and you're on the floor, just lying there. He's in the hospital, holding her hand. You're gonna have a little brother in no time.
Track Name: Sleepwalking Kid
Once, I dreamt my father back to life. SEa-green robes around him, he met me at my bus stop. He smiled, muttered something, and walked with me, up the street, to home, his eyes still sunk into black rings on in face from when he was sick. I once sleepwalked to that same bus stop when he was still alive, practicing for when he died.
Track Name: You're Sick
Why can't you, for once, just tell me you're sick? Why couldn't you, for once, just tell me that you were sick? Why can't you, for once, just tell me you're sick? Just tell me you're sick. Just tell me you're sick. You broke my heart. Why can't you just say you were laughing at me? Why can't you just say you were laughing at me? Why can't you just say you were laughing at me? You were always angry and disgusted with me. You broke my heart. How can you just say you were never happy? How can you just say you were never happy? How can you just say you were never happy? You were always angry and disgusted with me. You broke my heart. Why can't you, for once, just tell me you're sick?
Track Name: A Dream
And, when they first met each other, they talked, they went and danced at prom, they walked in her back yard, then her name was on his arm, on his arm. And, then, they were in love, one day. They fell, they fell into a dream. They fell into a dream they could always hold onto, a dream they weren't scared to pursue, a dream, I will always have you, you. And, when the memories flood back, I smile, when we were rained upon, when we woke up at dawn, the pillow on Christmas, how you got picked up by the fuzz, the poems and the notes, the music that I wrote, when you crawled into bed, how you get inside my head, the 10 days you weren't around, the escalator that you came down, the angel I have found. We fell into a dream we could always hold onto, a dream we weren't scared to pursue, a dream. I will always have you, you (She blossoms in the front yard for passing cars. She was late this year, pink, groggy, proud. We used to hang sheet hammocks on her limbs, young peas in cloth pods. Spring-grown, we fell so often. She had toilet paper around her waist, one Halloween, roots flooded by a hose, one summer when she was a big, green tent. All I can do now is stay in her middle and hold on, tight. Those long branches are just for caterpillars now. The summers are just a short climb, maybe a guitar played below.).
Track Name: Me And Wally
(Elizabeth Park: A Story About Lee And Wally, East Palestine, Ohio, 1988...One morning, Lee asked Wally "What should we do today?") poison ivy, poison ivy, behind the house, don't follow me, don't follow me, the crying sound. Diagnose, please, diagnose, please, the hives break out. Now, let's go see, now, let's go see the sky fall down. Me and Wally, me and Wally, in children's books, we were young, we, we were young, we were skilled, small crooks. Reality, reality and fiction hooked. On Halloween, on Halloween, we killed with looks. We went corning, we went corning; we threw at cars. In the morning, in the morning, our guilt was large. Then, the brakes screeched, then, the brakes screeched; the door slammed, hard. They were chasing, they were chasing us through the yard ("Would you drop us off, at Elizabeth Park?" Lee asked Dad, when they got back home, "Wally and I have a nice, long walk to take." The end, Lee, your Dad made this for you? Yeah, that's so cool.).
Track Name: Witch Hunt
We went out, in a field, tonight, searching for witches in a broad moonlight, scraggly sticks poking into our clothes, billows of smoke coming out of our souls. I thought about cancer then I felt sick. I thought of all the things that I did as a kid. I thought of my best friends; where are they now? Working 'til they die, stuck inside their house, what do we do, what do we do about that? We played a show in a bar, tonight, brothers and friends on a stage in flight. We played a song and it made you cry. Why does everybody always have to die? I thought about cancer then I felt sick. I thought of all the things that I did as a kid. I thought of my best friends; where are they now? Working 'til they die, stuck inside their house, what do we do, what do we do, what do we do, what do we do about that?
Track Name: Sweet Potato
(I'm always hoping that you'll forgive me for the mistakes I've made, in the past, and for times when I seemed like I was trying to grow up and develop and figure out things in the world and I, I just wasn't as nice to you as I think children should be to their parents, and I try to do better now, but I still don't always do as good as I think I should. Bye, for now. We'll be thinking about you, Christmas and New year.) we went to the old folks' home; grandma sat there, all alone. We didn't have too many words. We felt a little bit absurd. Sweet potato, take me away. Eat at the table, how was your day? I wish I could stay. Sweet potato, take me away. We talked about the president. We talked about places we went. We talked about when we were young. We talked and it was kind of fun. Sweet potato, take me away. Eat at the table, how was your day? I wish I could stay. Sweet potato, take me away.