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Past the Midnight Hour

by Quincy Lord

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1.
Pour me another drink, I'm not driving tonight Devil's in the house and she's looking alright Lucy, why don't you come along Lucy, why don't I take you home So come on with the shots just line them up alright Hurry up with the pints, we'll knock them down alright 'Cause we've been waiting for you this whole damn night Come on now, we've got to do things right Devil's in the house, gonna party tonight Devil's in the house, gonna party tonight I'm dying, what's this heat; who'd you come to forget Gotta rosin up my bow, I gotta place my bets A dance for the devil breaks through the crowd A song for the devil is twice as loud So come on with the shots just line them up alright Hurry up with the pints, we'll knock them down alright 'Cause we've been waiting for you this whole damn night Come on now, we've got to do things right Yeah Devil's in the house, gonna party tonight Devil's in the house, gonna party tonight Lucy why don't you come along Lucy why don't I take you home So come on with the night, let the devil play his role Now it's time for the waltz, let the fire take control We've been waiting for this our whole damn lives Come on now, listen baby, I can go all night Yeah, I can go all night So come on with the shots just line them up alright Hurry up with the pints, we'll knock them down alright Come on with the shots just line them up alright (Alright) Hurry up with the pints, we'll knock them down alright (Alright) 'Cause the devil's in the house, gonna party tonight Devil's in the house, gonna party tonight Devil's in the house, gonna party tonight Devil's in the house, gonna party tonight
2.
Morbid 03:55
She was flying high on a midnight ride Go and tell your mama you won't come home tonight You're on the town I listen for the sirens and turn the music down It was an accident like she could have sworn It's ok, I've been dying ever since I was born And I've been around I could still feel the beating as he took her down Lord, would it be too morbid Too morbid to tell my soul its fate Lord, would it be too morbid Too morbid to tell my heart its fate Now I'm alone and guess who's not Guess I should've tied a tighter knot And clenched my fist I let her go without so much as a kiss Lord, would it be too morbid Too morbid to tell my soul its fate Lord, would it be too morbid Too morbid to tell my heart its fate Oh-oh-oh She put my heart in its place I knew that this would happen Did you come to rag my bones Your voice wasn't breaking across the telephone I knew that this would happen Did you come to rag my bones You stole my crown and then destroyed my throne Now you've left me morbid to the bone Lord, would it be too morbid (Is it morbid to the bone) Lord, would it be too morbid (Is it morbid to the bone) Lord, would it be too morbid Is it morbid to the bone She left my heart under a stone Under a stone I knew that this would happen Did you come to rag my bones Your voice wasn't breaking across the telephone I knew that this would happen Did you come to rag my bones You stole my crown and then destroyed my throne
3.
Just Talk 03:32
Just how many nights Did we spend outside that diner Trying to get it right Sometimes when I was alone The waitress would light up and ignore the phone We'd talk about our dreams under these hometown stars Swear at all our friends speeding by in their cars She always had a look like she was trying to find Something more than sympathy as she said goodnight Every time I should've said that I can't find a reason for us to go inside It's a warm, warm night And I feel so alive So why don't we just get high And wander round this night We can find ourselves a quiet spot To lay down and just talk We fought to get by With patches on our jeans and sleep in our eyes When I couldn't crash I'd get lost up in a picture of Maria on the dash Radio's playing a song about growing up About the lines around her eyes when it gets too much But we were born in the flesh with our hearts on our minds Forty-five rounds per minute, and in 4/4 time I can't find a reason for us to go inside It's a warm, warm night And I feel so alive So why don't we just get high And wander round this night We can find ourselves a quiet spot To lay down and just talk Why don't we just go down Wander 'round Milford town In this foolish dream where I've been caught We lay down and just talk
4.
Inspiration is just a word these days I've grown so tired and I'm too broke to run away Still I tell myself when I play my songs That I can take the stage I let the feeling slip away In conversation my tongue ties up my mind And there's no sensation when I let my fingers glide Across these strings, I only hear mistakes Every word I set is out of place And the clock is showing me its face She sings the blues, late, late, late at night On the balcony upstairs dressed in white It pulls me through, 'cause I've been wasting light But her voice, it seems to pull me back to life Well was it you, or can I hold her close As I try to sing along As I try to sing along I lay down this river Where once I came to pray I would find my spirit here But now those ghosts have gone away And in this night, well they always hide In the darkness which I've been trying to fight Along with my guiding light A songbird from a midnight glass of wine Seems so tired but still she is so kind Could she be mine Ooh, songbird be mine She sings the blues, late, late, late at night On the balcony upstairs dressed in white It pulls me through, 'cause I've been wasting light But her voice, it seems to pull me back to life Well was it you Or can I hold her close As I try to sing along Was it you My songbird sings the blues, ooh My songbird sings the blues, ooh My songbird sings the blues, ooh My songbird sings the blues So I can too Songbird Baby Blues
5.
Andrea 03:14
Well I feel like I just woke up Show your face, sleepy head We can't miss out on it this time Getting all tied up in bed I went to church on Sunday morning For the first time in years All I saw were some frightened people Trying to face their fears Oh no Andrea it's time come home I'm so tired of wearing this skin on my bones Andrea, I've got a song to write I'm gonna take you out tonight So tell me what's the story Yeah c'mon what's the news Are we gonna bust out of here And throw away our blues I'll get those tickets Pack your clothes, dress for sun We've been working here for far too long It's time we had some fun Oh yeah Andrea it's time come home I'm so tired of wearing this skin on my bones Andrea, I've got a song to write I'm gonna take you out tonight Don't let them take away your pride Don't even let them try Andrea it's time come home I'm so tired of wearing this skin on my bones Andrea, I've got a song to write I'm gonna take you out Andrea it's time come home I'm so tired of wearing this skin on my bones Andrea, I've got a song to write I'm gonna take you out Andrea it's time come home I'm so tired of wearing this skin on my bones Andrea, I've got a song to write I'm gonna take you out Andrea Andrea Oh, Andrea
6.
I awake, a sick taste in my mouth My eyes were scratchy and red I was tossing and turning Dreaming about breaking bottles over your head Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, breaking bottles over your head Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, breaking bottles over your head Where did you go with my love last night She never came to bed Well I guess she was out fucking around With a man who would soon be dead Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, breaking bottles over your head Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, breaking bottles over your head I'm gonna make you go away I'm gonna make you go away Well I went to the place where we had our first date Putting my foot to the throttle The bartender's frisky, I order a whiskey I tell her to leave the bottle I finish my drink and then I spy that stink I start stamping like a bull The world went black until I felt the crack Of my Jameson striking his skull Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, breaking bottles over your head Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, breaking bottles over your head Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, breaking bottles over your head Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, breaking bottles over your-
7.
Hey Spend half of your life asking questions Like what am I doing here There's time for answers later Someone get him another beer First thing's first, you lose your head Then somehow you lose the floor Ask why you'd do this to yourself Then you ask for just one more Past the midnight hour The smoke takes on a different shade Past the midnight hour Your days become a masquerade The notes start to turn sour The bar becomes a glass raining sand In a shower Did last night ever really end Or is it still going on It ends when the keg runs dry Or when we run from dawn Knock knock, who's at the door Can I see your badge officer Is this the party you came to crash Or are you just showing up last Past the midnight hour The smoke takes on a different shade Past the midnight hour Your days become a masquerade The notes start to turn sour The bar becomes a glass raining sand In a shower Party's over, trash is everywhere Fuck, what a mess we made Glad I don't have to clean it up More so, it wasn't me who paid To all the strangers that I called my friends Hey! Let's do it again Two, three, four Past the midnight hour The smoke takes on a different shade Past the midnight hour All your days become a masquerade Notes start to turn sour We could do this every day Past the midnight hour You never know who you'll find Just sharing time In the shower
8.
Bring out the crystal and pretend you drink wine Draw some lines across your heart to make it harder to find Tell me a story that everyone knows You can change it up a little, 'cause we know it's all for show Mmm mm mm Put on heels so high, like you've never been low Paint your lips up red like your name is Monroe There's a showdown tonight, better find your best dress Leave the pieces for the puzzle and let them do the rest So maybe I'll find you out in the garden Trying to catch some fresh air, I'll offer my pardon I'm just taking a break from this party And I know you're trying to find yourself outside of your body Man, the things we said and the way it seemed We tell it like the story of some fairytale dream Whether it's real is up to us to believe But who we are tonight is only what they see Well they all love to see your hair up in curls None of them realized you borrowed Audrey's pearls Playing dress-up just like when you were kids Let a stranger take your role while your heart is hid Well this house is on fire, pounding feet to the floor But your mind keep telling you to run to the door Where your first love's ghost is still touching your lips And telling you to write your life on pages you've since ripped So draw back the blinds, baby I'm running out of time You know we could stay here all night I know we just met, but baby, it's been such a long day And what would you say if I told you I've got no place to be What would you say if I told you I've got no place to be Don't you know Who we are tonight is whatever we want to believe Maybe I'll find you out in the garden Just trying to catch some fresh air I'll offer my pardon I'm just, taking a break from this party I know you're trying to find yourself outside of your body Man, the things we said and the way it seemed We tell it like the story of some fairytale dream Whether it's real is up to us to believe But who we are tonight is only what they see What I see tonight, is something I'd like to believe
9.
This one "So long" We were dancing in the rain While on the streets in chalk They'd carve my name I'm waving so long But I'd really like to stay My time has come I know we've all seen better days So sing just one more song with me If you please To all the pretty faces in the crowd Don't you let my records be Won't you please Let my voice spin back into the loud When my curtain closes You all turn to my stage But the lights come on, you cab home And turn another page So take this "So long" Before we all forget Your souvenir, my life A prancing silhouette Won't someone play my guitar Like a star To all the pretty faces in the crowd Who will step up to lead the band For the fans Who can wear the makeup and make that sound Who Do you think that death can be glamorous Well what if it can Do you think that death can be glamorous What what if it can So sing just one more song with me If you please To all the pretty faces in the crowd Won't someone play my guitar Like a star To all the pretty faces in the crowd (All the pretty faces) So long, to all the pretty faces in the crowd (All the pretty faces) So long, to all the pretty faces in the crowd
10.
Hollow Notes 05:23
I can still recall the dress That she last wore, her best It had been a while When night had come, we laid to rest Some simple words as we undressed I think I felt her smile So with candles we burned out Some refuge in our hope unto this house But the mood still hung low The curtains turned to black For many years on after that Just so that she'd know During the silent parade I prayed for rain Whoa-oh, whoa-oh I hear the song that she used to sing Whoa-oh, whoa-oh Echo the stillness of her skin When I promised her the pain would subside I held her hand as she closed her eyes These hollow notes, they make me whole And tear like razors through my soul She is my pain And every melody Is like a teardrop drowning me Please let it rain During the silent parade Whoa-oh, whoa-oh I hear the song that she used to sing Whoa-oh, whoa-oh Echo the stillness of her skin When I promised her the pain would subside I held her hand as she closed her eyes I kept her memory, dancing in a music box Just like this ghost of me, risen from the killing block And I kept her memory, dancing in a music box But I always wished for more Always wished for more These hollow notes, are all that she left A skeleton of the heart inside her chest and now These hollow notes live inside my head A tribute, like her picture Lusting besides our bed These hollow notes I hear the song that she used to sing In these hollow notes

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released February 15, 2020

Quincy Lord - lead vocals, guitars, bass, and organ
Justin Fyfe - backup vocals, drums, percussion, and bass on "Morbid"
Nick Jadaszewski - drums
Justin McInnis - clapping and noise
Josh Duarte - cowbell on "Midnight Hour Waltz"

Gang Vocal Gang: Justin, Justin, Dan, Josh, Bret, Nick, and Grantham.

Recording and mixing by Anthony Cimino at Mojo Music Studio in Easton, NH
Final mixing by Chris Short at Alpaca Ranch Recording in Altamonte Springs, FL
Mastered by Garrett Haines at Treelady Studios in Pittsburg, PA

Album photos by Snowcone Cardone
Disc art by Benjamin Krupkin

Music and lyrics by Quincy Lord

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Quincy Lord Nashua, New Hampshire

Bringing boundless energy into today's fray, the music of Quincy Lord delivers the aggressive chords and pounding drums of rock and roll fueled by a heart of poetry.
Lord's music is often described as a modern spin on bands such as the Gin Blossoms and The Gaslight Anthem.

Lord released their first full-length record, "Past the Midnight Hour" in 2020.
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