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The Red Wheelbarrow

by Third Class

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1.
​We're gonna have a party in your house, tonight. We're gonna have a party. Everything's gonna be alright. We're gonna have a party in your house, tonight. We're gonna have a party. Everything's gonna be alright. When you are gone, in college, will you remember me, always? I don't think you'll have a reason to leave me behind with the season. Remember the street fairs and bumper cars. Remember the sweet, flaring, summer stars. Remember the red jeans and wooden floors. Remember the ice cream and candy stores. We're gonna have a party in your house, tonight. We're gonna have a party. Everything's gonna be alright. We're gonna have a party in your house, tonight. We're gonna have a party. Everything's gonna be alright. Climbing in the magnolia, basements full of China Cola, I don't know if I ever told you, but we'll still be friends when we're older. Remember the street fairs and bumper cars. Remember the sweet, flaring, summer stars. Remember the red jeans and wooden floors. Remember the ice cream and candy stores. Remember the seats in the back woods. Remember the streets in the neighborhoods. Remember the night-time driveways. Remember when all of us used to say "We're gonna have a party in your house, tonight. We're gonna have a party. Everything's gonna be alright. We're gonna have a party in your house, tonight. We're gonna have a party. Everything's gonna be alright."
2.
I told you that I wanna live under the world. I hope you never wanna try to change my mind. Hiding the holes under the New York sewers, the bottom of the city's all I have to find. Harlem threw us away, at the end of the day. Harlem put me down here; they were driving my fear. When I stand halfway i and halfway out of my own shadow, shoved into the light, illuminated by my life, I look back up, towards Harlem; I'm falling deeper, still, when I stand halfway in and halfway out of my own shadow, my shadow, my shadow, my shadow. I told you that I have a map inside my eyes. I told you of the places where I want to live. Why won't you come with me; why won't you come down? The bottom of the city's all I have to give. Harlem threw us away, at the end of the day. Harlem put me down here; they were driving my fear. When I stand halfway in and halfway out of my own shadow, shoved into the light, illuminated by my life, I look back up, towards Harlem; I'm falling deeper, still, when I stand halfway in and halfway out of my own shadow, my shadow, my shadow, my shadow. I told that I want to live under the world. I hope you never want to try to change my mind.
3.
I like it when it's rainy and it's stormy out, when it's cold and it's grey and it's stormy out. The weather and the sun in the grainy south has just about gone and done and wore me out. Then, the sun creeps up from behind the lonely clouds, and it's raining, again. I like it in the weather, in the grey sunshine, when creeps right up from a farmer's eyes, and I run through a neighborhood of old clotheslines, and it makes a louder sound in my night-time cries. Then, the sun creeps up from behind the lonely clouds, and it's raining, again. And, I ask you about the snow in your hair, and the miracles happening, everywhere, and a town that seems to never care. And, they blow right past, in their despair, without me; I know that I could help them see. Without me, I know that I could help them see. Why'd you have to leave me in the middle of that lecture hall? Why'd you have to leave me? I was just about to fall into your arms, so tight around me, they could make me fly, and take me to a place where I was not as afraid to die. Why you acting sad when there's styles you never knew? You're acting sad, even though I'm close to you. You're acting sad and, just like that, I'm acting sad, too. Why you acting scared when you know there's nothing there? You're shivering when I've cured all your nightmares. You're acting scared and, just like that, I'm acting scared, too. I like it when the kids come, play with me, little kids from the block with their monster trucks. They ask me if they can come, stay with me, and I only got one bedroom, man, it's just my luck. Then, someone creeps up, from behind, and says to me, "They can all stay with me." Then, I ask you about the snow in your hair, the miracles happening, everywhere, a town that seems to never care; they blow right past, in their despair, without me; I know that I could help them see. Without me, I know that I could help them see. Why'd you have to plug that upside-down Jesus light bulb in? Now, you've gone to town with it, trying to cure my sins. Into the sky, I think I'll fly when I am ready, and I don't need God, at least, not the same one you speak of, he sounds like a snob. Why you acting sad when there's styles you never knew? You're acting sad, even though I'm close to you. You're acting sad and, just like that, I'm acting sad, too. Why you acting scared when you know there's nothing there? You're shivering when I've cured all your nightmares. You're acting scared and, just like that, I'm acting scared, too.
4.
​They touched down, first, in Egypt. They came, again, in Roswell. They'll come, again, and kill us.
5.
​I laugh and I cry. I know what you want me to be. Then, I step outside. I know, that's what I wanna be. Turn out the lights. Let the dark sink into me. The world's always bright, even when I cannot breathe. And, now, there's a place where I feel better. Now, there's a place, I belong. You're holding me up. "The perfect person" you call me. It's breaking me up. But, with a dead heart, I still see. And, now, there's a place where I feel better. Now, there's a place, I belong. Now, there's a place where I feel better. Now, there's a place I belong.
6.
Owls are in the air, tonight. Owls are in the air, tonight. Owls are in the air, tonight. Owls are in the air, tonight. Owls are in the air, tonight, hey. Owls are in the air, tonight, hey. Owls are in the air, tonight, hey. Owls are in the air, tonight, hey. 1, 2, 3, 4 owls are in the air, tonight. Owls are in the air, tonight. Owls are in the air, tonight. Owls are in the air, tonight.
7.
​If your office supplies last, and you're still just living fast, come back and live away from me, alone. If your fancy things stay good, and your dress if flowing like it should, come back and live away from me, alone. Small businesses rage across the night sky, into the night. We paved a loss, the minute we said this felt right. It's a heavy cost to be in it, flying like a kite. If your fancy things stay good, and you're dress is flowing like it should, come back and live away from me, alone. And, if love seems outdated, and if life seems too complicated, come back to the US of A, hey. Small businesses rage across the night sky, into the night. We paved a loss, the minute we said it felt right. It's a heavy cost to be in it, flying like a kite.
8.
Slow and old and dying and feeling insecure, my eyes have sunken in and my mouth can't say a word. Gradually, my balance has hung me out to dry. I can't ignore the pressure of always asking why. And, lately, the feeling is fake and I need to make it real. So, tell me you love me, tonight, 'cause I need to make it real. Happy with you by me, I skip down the sidewalk, holding hands and smiling and having a long talk about the busy cities that always stay on track, never showing pity, they're just about to crack. And, as this town is silent, I notice where we are. And, lately, the feeling is fake and I need to make it real. So, tell me you love me, tonight, 'cause I need to make it real.
9.
Army Men 02:27
You dress us up in green. I can't try to win. Ring the doorbell and run. You hide us in the sun. What kind of control do you think you have over me? What kind of control do you think you have over me? My raging heart is dead. Blood flows around my head. I can't flush it down to the ground, to the ground. You throw us in a field. I can't try to win. You use us as a shield. My corpse's face will never be won. My corpse's face will never be won. You better think, again. We're not your army men. You must be crazy. You must be crazy. Life is too precious to waste.
10.
Great Days 02:47
Great days come and go for me; today's one for me. And, I'll tell you, right now, you'll never give your dedication to this kind of fun. X-rays of the newest guns, can you get me one? I can use it to break down my useless dedication to this kind of fun. Can you tell me the scene? Can you describe the view? Can you kiss me goodbye, if I ask? Living in a cocoon, in the fragrance of noon, it's the only thing I can smell. Deafness chases me along to sing it's ugly songs, songs that begin and end in the worst place that you need patience to understand. Flowers bloom their ugly bloom and your giant head looms, in and out of the trees. I can follow until we get this breeze again. Can we romp in the hills? Can we play in the clouds? Can you rip me apart if I ask? With eroding towers, a universe of creatures, they live in a forest that fell. At the wisps of the sky, you'll be wondering why we were saving this moment, so long. At the wisps of the sky, you'll pointing your eyes and asking why this took so long. It's long gone.
11.
Nursery 05:38
It's cold in this neck of Ohio, tonight, and the style is right for a sad, winter song. I feel lost, like a speck in a pile, out of sight, and, though I try with all might, I just don't feel that strong. As we walk through the fields, trekking on snowy dirt, my eyes start to hurt, trying to see you smile. And, we talk about fears, making our stories short. You are scared to get shot; your bravery goes for miles. And, there's more miles to go as we walk the train tracks. I think we lost the rain, back in the woods, we just hiked. And, the store signs can glow as you walk sidewalk cracks. I think we lost the town, back, trading streetlamps for kites. The nursery and all of the trees cross over the dark. And, some old parking lots hold my whimpering thoughts and I'm on the next train. You and me, you and me, can't you see what this means, in the light of a torch? Realize, nothing is forced. Nothing is forced. It's cold in this neck of Pennsylvania, tonight. With the airplanes in flight, they plummet at my car. And, it's cold and I talk and I strain you to fight about pain at it's height and whatever you are. And, it's cold in this camp in Kentucky, tonight. And, the river's a sight as you sit on a branch. And, we've rolled up our sleeves and are lucky to fight about pain at it's height and we're taking a chance. The nursery and all of the trees cross over the dark. And, some old parking lots hold my whimpering thoughts and I'm on the next train. You and me, you and me, can't you see what this means, in the light of a torch? Realize, nothing is forced. Nothing is forced. The nursery and all of the trees cross over the dark. And, some old parking lots hold my whimpering thoughts and I'm on the next train. You and me, you and me, can't you see what this means, in the light of a torch? Realize, nothing is forced. Nothing is forced. Nothing is forced. Nothing is forced.

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The Red Wheelbarrow (2009) sees Third Class maintaining prog-rock leanings and punk mentality while trying a romanticized version of their independent sound. Energy rises, falls, and almost train-wrecks as songs present their own worlds.

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released February 14, 2009

Third Class: Music, Lyrics, Production, Album Art
Pete Drivere: Additional Music
Steve Boyle: Additional Music
Ampreon Recorder: Engineering
Colossal Mastering: Mastering

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