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Mary Alice / Prizes

by Henry Toland

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Mary Alice 04:32
It feels like a real life Motion picture in the sun Take your places everyone Why does it feel so right I watch you tearing up your bed Chasing shadows in your head Did you ever know Did you ever know It feels like a real life Dripping sunshine in your hair Sticky orange everywhere When darling you'll be just fine Are the words I want to hear She whispered softly in my ear Did you ever know Did you ever know Mary Alice did you ever know These conversations always seem To take my breath away Stole it like you never did before A holy mess A holy mess of pilgrims on the ocean floor Like there's freedom on your shore And it feels like a real life When she comes it's in my dreams Little feather in a stream Why does it feel so nice Burning pictures in the sun Sure don't mean to hurt no one Mary Alice did you ever know These conversations always seem to take my breath away Stole it like you never did before A holy mess A holy mess of pilgrims on the ocean floor Like there's freedom on your shore
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Prizes 04:01
We spent all afternoon down at the driving range Whaling golf balls at the train cars passing by Drunk on Black Velvet in pink lemonade Burning teenage poems for the sky That night we dove and rose in a neighbor’s pool And dreamt our dreams on someone else’s floor Bottles strewn about us like a carnival Two prizes left behind Come comatose to find The warmth of your breath Just pushing against mine Prizes left behind (True story) One Amtrak screeched and rumbled another hundred miles When it came upon an old car on the tracks Some drunk rednecks thought they’d try to kill a dinosaur Who knows how close they came My friend was on that train He walked around the woods Singing Pavement’s Crooked Rain In the rain In the aisles of Jesus Christ, Scientist, A boy tried to make eyes at the cashier Her hair was long and braided like an empty net Her smile just a notch below sincere We spent all afternoon down at the driving range Whaling golf balls at the train cars passing by Drunk on Black Velvet in pink lemonade Burning teenage poems for the sky

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released April 29, 2022

Henry Toland: Guitar, Vocals, Songwriting, Mellotron
Alec Stanley: Production, Guitar
Jeff Ratner: Bass
Steven Ledbetter
: Drums, Engineering
Mat Davidson: Fiddle, Piano
Amber Wilson: Backing Vocals
Maxx Shepard: Harmonies
Roan O'reilly: Assistant Engineer


Jason Kingsland: Mixing

Ed Brooks, Resonant Mastering: Mastering

Cover Art by Jamie Johnson (@bird.ee)

Much gratitude to Stephen Garza for being a musical mentor and to Zach Shepard for connecting all the folks to make these recordings happen.

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Henry Toland Athens, Georgia

Henry Toland is an indie-folk singer songwriter from Florida.

His debut album will be released later this year.

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