A Little More Time / 2​:​30 Tuesday

by Cale Hawkins

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released May 1, 2017

written, produced, performed & engineered by Cale Hawkins

mixed by Ben Talmi
mastered by Rogue Planet Mastering

cello by Ansel Cohen
violin & viola by Anthony Bracewell
all vocals & other instruments by Cale Hawkins

Copyright © 2017 Cale Hawkins/Litonika Records

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Cale Hawkins writes his songs in Brooklyn, NY. He is currently releasing two songs every two months.

He writes, produces, engineers and plays all the instruments except violin & cello on his songs.

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Track Name: A Little More Time
The afternoon is loud again
Shouting its indifference
What if everything we did was fully insignificant?

Now, mornings really aren't my thing
I pull the shades, and wake up in a
day without a meaning
I'm a candle
Fanning flames, and causing pain
Does it mean the medicine ain't working?

The more I try, the less I understand
The situation's out of my hands
The more I try, the less I understand,
but all I need is a little more time
A little more

Now every hour seems to drift
from sustenance to emptiness
Seasons change, and I'm convinced
that love is just impermanence

This is just a factory, and we are little worker bees
Making up our destiny, while dying existentially

The more I'm me, the less I understand
The situation's out of my hands
The more I try, the less I understand
but all I need is a little more time
A little more

(dem strings)

The more I try, the less I understand
The situation's out of my hands
I fight the tide, but end up sinking fast,
All I need is a little more time
A little more time
A little more
time
Track Name: 2:30 Tuesday
2:30 Tuesday
Slip out the door
Rainfall speaks dialect
to pavement below

She says she'll cover the tracks in my wake
A chance to escape, not a trace
not a trace

Stare at the faces
The smiles on the street
Who run in the races
and follow their dreams

What do you dream of when you go to sleep?
The whispers you swallow,
the secrets you keep?

All of our fears come from doubts
We're mostly afraid of ourselves
and making mistakes
and losing at games

How would you filter
your portrait of me?
Does it pain you to watch as
the colors recede?

Nothing is lasting,
forever's a lie
Creations collapse as
ambitions run dry

All of our fears come from doubt
We're mostly afraid of ourselves
and making mistakes
and losing at games

All of my fears come from doubt
Mostly afraid of myself
and making mistakes
and losing at games

Pretend it's okay