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released April 13, 2019

Performed by Queens County Roots: Jesse Maxwell, Marlon Hurt, Alex Fedorow, Chris Glover
Written by: Marlon Hurt

Recording Engineer: Joshua Liebman
Mixing Engineer: Felix Toro
Mastering Engineer: Mike Tierney

Special thanks to: Lynda Torneck; Renee Suissa; Calvin Torneck; David Hurt; Mark Abramovitz; Pattie Fedorow; Allen Gales; Leslie Giller; Margot & David Greenberg; David Taras; Steve Shinoff; Andre Kuzmicki; Mark Rourke; Sandra Harssar; Marshall Reinhart; Jeff Sackman; Paula Richie; Paula Bokser; Brian Zidel; Dan Holt; Robin Taub; Richard Carson; Jamie Harssar; Jacob Carson; Ellen Christ; Fatma Abouhendia; Iris Esquivel; Sara Keiper; Justin Fox; Matt Altro; Jill Rosenzweig; Mark DeKoven; and Our Anonymous Donors

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Queens County Roots New York, New York

QCR features a heavily rhythmic, blues-based sound--the kind of electric Americana that makes bodies want to get up and move.

The band features:
Jesse Maxwell, lead vocals
Marlon Hurt, guitar, vocals
Hope Johnson, keyboards, vocals
Alex Fedorow, bass
Chris Glover, drums
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Track Name: Heaven Sent
Ain’t got no money
Ain’t got no friends
Don’t know how it started
Just know how it ends
When you realize hell is heaven sent
The devil’s an angel again
The devil’s an angel again

All my life I walked that narrow line
Never let my foot stray to either side
But I stumbled on a bottle of wine
A fall never felt so divine

Once I had my own true love
Used to coo as sweet as a mourning dove
But a storm shook me from our bough
Got no wings to get back home now

Now where’s my lover?
Where’s my home?
Tired of ramblin’
Don’t wanna roam
When angels on high won’t descend
The devil’s your only friend
The devil’s your only friend

Used to store my treasures in my heart
Like a fool I thought we'd never part
But a thief came in the night
With a smile that left my chest light

Always wore the finest clothes
To lilies in the field I was a rose
But in this world, your colors fade
Left with thorns when your blush has grayed

Ain’t got no money
Ain’t got no friends
Don’t know how it started
Just how it ends
When you realize hell is heaven sent
The devil’s an angel again
The devil’s an angel again
The devil’s your only friend
Track Name: Romantic AF
Black shirt and a red dress
Pressed together chest to chest
Firelight under moonlight
A sight that sets the mood right
And as the violins began to pluck
I said, this is romantic as fuck

When I was young, I thought romance
Was a whispered word and a stolen glance
I grew older, desire grew bolder
And my heart grew colder like a moon on the wane
Soft affections
Were tossed on a heap of rejections
The ardor I sought was harder
And I got no kick from champagne

Now a black shirt and a red dress
Are pressed together chest to chest
While my younger self would simply cluck
I think, this is romantic as fuck

Before I met you, I used romance
To toy like a cat with women’s innocence
I was jaded, I felt fated
To wait with breath bated for all of my days
But with one dance
You moved me to think I had a chance
To rekindle my faith in romance
And one spark turned into a blaze

Now a black shirt and a red dress
On the floor like a lovebird’s nest
Night sighs with the sunrise
Finally, we two close our eyes
And as my heartstrings feel one last pluck
I whisper, that was romantic as fuck
Track Name: No Words For It
(Go on and say it)
There’s no other way to say it
(Why don’t you say it?)
So maybe we shouldn’t say it
(Go on and say it)
What good would it do it say it?
(Why don’t you say it?)
When words just cannot explain it?

I was feeling so blue
After I talked to you
See, my words wouldn’t do
What I wanted them to
There was a distance between
What we said and what we mean
What was felt and what was seen
And it only grew

So we beat around it
And we danced around it
Looked for a word to sound it out
And then pretended we found it

(Go on and say it)
There’s no other way to say it
(Why don’t you say it?)
So maybe we shouldn’t say it
(Go on and say it)
What good would it do it say it?
(Why don’t you say it?)
When words just cannot explain it?

Are we scared what we spy
From the corner of our eye
Will dissolve like a sigh
If we shift our gaze?
Or do we not want to know
What’s real what’s for show?
Do we choose to let it go
And hope that it stays?

So don’t go and shout it
Don’t whisper about it
Don’t want to doubt it
If we can’t live without it

(Go on and say it)
There’s no other way to say it
(Why don’t you say it?)
So maybe we shouldn’t say it
(Go on and say it)
What good would it do it say it?
(Why don’t you say it?)
When words just cannot explain it?

So let’s just not say it
Track Name: The Message
Caught me a redeye back to the city
My babe sent me a message looking so pretty
Had to get home to see my girl
Landed in Elmhurst early that morning
Feelin’ as wound up as a bed spring
Had to get home to see my girl

I’m comin’ home...

I’ve been gone for too long
Ninety-nine and one half days away from home
But then I saw her face and knew I had to race
Home to see my girl

Well I went to her work
No one knew where she was at
Only gal at our place
Was my favorite tabby cat
Didn’t know where to find my girl

I’m coming home…

Finally found her sitting in our favorite bar
Was just about to walk up and say
Well, there you are
But then she made an eye
At some other guy
When she cooed his name
His and mine were about the same
Knew then that message wasn’t meant for me

I’m leaving home…

Was feeling as run down as a late night cabby
So I caught me a redeye but first I grabbed my tabby
Left my girl with her guy
Track Name: A Hand Up (Can Come From Below)
Fortune smiled on you before She frowned
Picked you up and then She put you down
You made a wish upon a star
But that star was falling, but that star was falling
To the ground

Fortune never passed Her cup to me
Been down so long it looks like up to me
I walked myself to the edge
But you kept me from falling, you kept me from falling
In too deep

When you’re laid low
A hand from below
May be all you need
To get back on your feet

Give me your hand and I’ll give you mine
I’ll throw you rope and you toss me a line
Pull each other up and out
You keep me from falling and I’ll keep you from falling
Behind

When you’re laid low
A hand from below
May be all you need
To get back on your feet

A helping hand
A helping hand
A helping hand
Track Name: The Ballad Of James Corvus
Well, we followed as the crow flies

They dress him up like a respectable man
Call him by other names whenever they can
But his real name’s tattooed on his red right hand

Only speaks in little white lies
The ghost in the machine, he’s the loaded dice
He’s the plank they can’t take from their own damn eyes

Can’t go north
No east or west
When that bird
Leaves its nest
Cause we followed as the crow flies

He’s the the aftertaste of bitter men
They pass the cup to us and then
Make us swallow hard again and again

Cause we followed as the crow flies
Cause we followed, yeah we followed
As that old crow flies

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