CAREERS (2015)


  • 1. BAKER’S BOY


    i was kneading dough in flour, as it were
    and looked outside to see a figure in the shower
    it was her
    i held, secret from my father, a life line
    and though she thinks of me as something of a savior
    she was mine


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 2. VICTORY TOUR


    i convinced myself to make a killing
    after watching winners on the tv
    i found farming life so unfulfilling
    i found myself asking, hey why not me?!
    and lately you’ve been saying i’ve been winning battles but not the war
    that i can’t bring myself to suck it up and see what i’m fighting for
    but i ain’t coming home to you unless i’m coming through on my victory tour
    now i raise my hand at every reaping
    as you notch the nights in the post of your bed
    and my little sister is lying at home,
    wondering when her big brother will get back his head
    betcha that’s why she said
    that lately she’s been thinking i’ve been winning battles but not the war
    and i can’t bring myself to suck it up and see what I’m fighting for
    but i ain’t coming home to you unless i’m coming through on my victory tour
    the district sigh as the cannons count to one
    the bloody fight keeps carrying on
    no sleep tonight, till i see my allies die
    till i hear great caesar cry, i have won!
    and when your darling son arrives in his capitol cloths
    smell of blood on the rose
    will you remark to empty rooms
    that this isn’t the boy that you’ve always known?
    and when the banners disappear
    and you are given everything you could imagine
    piled high inside your mansion
    blessed with every satisfaction
    the envy on your peers
    will you still stroke his hair?
    say that it’s won
    say that it’s done
    there’s nothing there
    will you still say that all that he’s done makes you proud?
    what was it for?
    wonder no more
    look to the crowd


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter


  • 3. CAREERS


    all hail the king!
    i break my back to bend to kiss his ring
    it wasn’t always so
    but winners must adapt into their time
    i see no crime
    once misbehaved
    to think on all the friends i could have saved
    i have some deep regrets, as you have yours
    it’s in the past now, friend
    rebellions end
    life, it appears
    is nothing more than an excess of years
    i could fight, and i could die
    or i could learn to turn to the careers
    money in hand
    slipping through my fingers silvered sand
    what goods a holiday?
    what goods a break?
    buy a silken pillow
    sate your pain
    all cost, no gain
    i will not let you down
    i will work hard and true
    from 8 to 6, i’ll ply my trade
    and do my part to keep your aid
    but when the time has come
    and what needs done is done
    will i cry?
    i should atone
    for something in me hateful must have grown
    i will not say a word
    i’ll double down and focus on the facts:
    it’s this or the axe


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 4. ALL PROPO


    you lie, burning under big lights
    telecasting all night
    weighing out every word
    your man, teeth as white as snowbanks
    forcing you to fire blanks
    like a scared little bird
    and inside your heart is still broken
    from feeling for your lover
    so clutch hard on your little token
    and read the teleprompter
    cause it’s all propo
    ain’t it all propo?
    when you don’t want them to know
    things ain’t going so good?
    and you can always win
    by giving him a big grin
    and let the people begin
    to think hell maybe you’re good
    to think hell maybe you’re the
    next thing
    prepped so pretty and clean
    draped in all the nice things
    biting hard on your tongue
    always wearing your best force field
    forced to never let yield
    always under the gun
    and inside your heart is still broken
    from feeling for your lover
    so clutch hard on your little token
    and read the teleprompter
    cause it’s all propo!
    ain’t it all propo?
    when you don’t want them to know
    things ain’t going so good?
    and you can always win
    by giving them a big grin
    and let the people begin
    to think hell maybe you’re good
    to think hell maybe you’re a
    phoenix rising, self sufficient
    righteous victim, honest witness
    decent creature, fraught with pity
    so unhappy
    oh so pretty


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 5. ONE HEADLIGHT


    so long ago, i don’t remember when
    that’s when they say i lost my only friend
    they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
    i listened through the cemetery trees
    i’ve seen the sun coming up at the funeral at dawn
    the long broken arm of human law
    now it always seemed such a waste
    she always had a pretty face
    i wondered how she hung around this place
    hey, come on try a little
    nothing is forever
    there’s got to be something better than in the middle
    but me & Cinderella
    can put it all together
    we can drive it home with one headlight
    she said it’s cold
    it feels like Independence Day
    and i can’t break away from this parade
    there’s got to be an opening somewhere here in front of me
    through this maze of ugliness and greed
    I’ve seen the sun up ahead at the country line bridge
    saying all there’s good and nothingness is dead
    we’ll run until she’s out of breath
    she ran until there’s nothing left
    she hit the end
    it’s just her window ledge
    this place is old, it feels just like a beat up truck
    i turn the engine, but the engine doesn’t turn
    well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes
    this place is always such a mess
    sometimes i think i’d like to watch it burn
    i’m so alone
    i feel just like somebody else
    man, i ain’t changed, but i know i ain’t the same
    but somewhere here inbetween the city walls of dying dreams
    i think her death, it must be killing me


    Arrangement by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Jakob Dylan


  • 6. LOVE LEFT


    i awoke with a hole in my breast
    my heart still beating, nowhere close to death
    when I opened my eyes to find no bloody mess,
    realized a weight had been lifted off of my chest
    once familiar moans I’m starting to forget
    phantom in my bones has been laid to rest
    no voices haunting me at night, lying in my bed
    feels like a weight has been lifted off of my chest
    that was the morning that love left
    i made my coffee strong
    (love was gone)
    grabbed my keys
    (love was gone)
    turned the radio off
    (love was gone)
    got ready to leave
    (love was gone)
    as I ran for the train in the summer rain
    I didn’t even notice that my heart had changed
    thought it’d be forever pumping through my veins
    but I was wrong and love was gone
    something deep inside of me has shifted gears
    i’ve been trying to learn to drive a stick for years
    ’cause automatically I’m speeding up to all my fears
    my soul’s growing cold and I won’t shed a single—
    tears that once escaped by running down my face
    now have moved away to a distant place
    i wish I could have said goodbye, but I had no say
    ain’t no one to fight and sure as hell no one to blame
    hell no one to blame
    love left without a trace


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Ellen Winter & Chris Littler
  • 7. IN THE COLOSSEUM


    the women all control their men with razors and with wrists
    the princess squeezes grape juice on a torrid bloody kiss
    what will you be wearing there?
    the lion or the raven hair?
    the flesh will all be tearing, but the tail will be my own
    in the colosseum tonight
    this one’s for the balcony and this one’s for the floor
    as the senators decapitate the presidential whore
    the bald headed senators are splashing in the blood
    the dogs are having someone who is screaming in the mud
    in the colosseum tonight
    now it’s raining and it’s pouring on the pillaging and goring
    and the constable is swinging from the chains
    for the dead there is no story
    no memory
    no blame
    their families shout blue murder but tomorrow it’s the same
    in the colosseum tonight
    a slowly acting poison will be given to the favorite one
    and the dark horse will bring glory to the jailer and his men
    it’s always much more sporting when there’s families in the pit
    and the madness of the crowd is an epileptic fit
    no justice here, no liberty
    no reason, no blame
    there’s no cause to taint the sweetest taste of blood
    and greetings from the nation as we shake the hands of time
    they’re taking their ovations
    the vultures stay behind
    in the colosseum tonight


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Tom Waits & Kathleen Brennan

  • 8. THE NUT


    all stop
    the sirens keep blaring so loud
    we’re still on edge
    you watched a mountain fall to the ground
    i watched you beg
    and i heard something then in your voice
    i had hoped to god that i would never have to hear again
    ah, i must have lost it then
    such grace
    when i saw you walking through the old town
    you know, that old grave
    so sweet was the sound of your song
    the song replayed
    and i heard something then in your voice
    i had hoped to god that i would never have to hear again
    ah, i must have lost it then


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 9. OLD ENOUGH


    my boy lost his way
    ever since a tiny tot of two
    he had no sense of play
    another night, an empty bed
    just pull the wool over my eyes
    my little killer hauled away
    i guess that he was old enough
    my son takes the stage
    standing with his hands behind his back
    looking half his age
    another night, empty bed
    just pull the wool over my eyes
    my little killer hauled away
    i guess that he was old enough to die
    and old friends sit with me
    and call out all the callous commentators talking on tv
    and i hum soft and slow
    the song you used to sing
    we used to sing
    and wait for them to go
    and all rise and raise your hands again
    and say the wind is gonna change some day
    (but no one’s saying when)
    and all’s fair, but nothing’s fair at all
    so here i sit amongst constituents and wait for them to call
    and now in the games
    i watch the only man i’ve ever loved bring his family fame
    another night, an empty bed
    a closet full of coats to cry
    my little killer hauled away
    i guess that he was old enough to die
    (oh god i dreamt the other day they had come)
    i guess that he was old enough to die
    it doesn’t matter cause he gave ‘em a run
    i guess that he was old enough to die


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Kelly Tieger & Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 1o. ABERNATHY


    thought i saw another devil at my door
    thought i saw another face i’d seen before
    and the ghost i see is of a friend
    number 23 i see again and again
    i woke myself still alive
    not sure how i’d made it
    not sure how i’d played it
    there’d been a blast and a dive
    and the hand i was holding, i’d never been holding
    to my recollection
    some sort of protection
    two bandits beating the odds
    to the brutes go the takings
    we outsmarted their makings
    and focused on those careers flaws
    and then combined our bases in the best hiding places
    and practiced never sleeping
    long nights of silent breathing
    every evening
    we came to a crux in time
    all alone in our dealings
    all stooped in our feelings
    and crossed some invisible line
    and as she was leaving
    and as i was seething
    i could hear the drumming
    of the careers coming
    but i think i’m done running
    i was given such a boon when i survived
    but i never slept another sober night
    and this glass i pour is for a friend
    number 23 i see again and again


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter


  • 11. AVOX


    and when she’s alone i’ll be there, watching silently
    a small silhouette of the man that i used to be
    at one with the wall, stumbling out of the scenery
    at her beck and call, nodding yes so voraciously
    i’ll never look back on the way that i used to be
    a thorn in her side, all alone, my own enemy
    i was on the mend
    walking through woods, under fence, to the rivers end
    and i had said some things
    my aim was to arm but my words only clipped her wings
    would i be a better friend with no tongue in my head?


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 12. IGNITE


    now I’m bursting at the seams,
    where my skin meets the air
    barriers torn down as if they were never there
    how can I describe what you ignite?
    i’m awake and I’m alive
    i’m alive
    i promise you I will fight
    anything to keep you safe
    when every breath is a test of life
    and each step a test of faith
    how can I describe what you ignite?
    i’m awake and I’m alive
    i’m alive
    we struck a match and started a fire that night
    i told you to run, ’cause I couldn’t watch you-
    we fostered the flame
    we fostered the flame
    we fostered the flame
    and let it burn inside


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter

CAREERS (2015)


  • 1. BAKER’S BOY


    i was kneading dough in flour, as it were
    and looked outside to see a figure in the shower
    it was her
    i held, secret from my father, a life line
    and though she thinks of me as something of a savior
    she was mine


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 2. VICTORY TOUR


    i convinced myself to make a killing
    after watching winners on the tv
    i found farming life so unfulfilling
    i found myself asking, hey why not me?!
    and lately you’ve been saying i’ve been winning battles but not the war
    that i can’t bring myself to suck it up and see what i’m fighting for
    but i ain’t coming home to you unless i’m coming through on my victory tour
    now i raise my hand at every reaping
    as you notch the nights in the post of your bed
    and my little sister is lying at home,
    wondering when her big brother will get back his head
    betcha that’s why she said
    that lately she’s been thinking i’ve been winning battles but not the war
    and i can’t bring myself to suck it up and see what I’m fighting for
    but i ain’t coming home to you unless i’m coming through on my victory tour
    the district sigh as the cannons count to one
    the bloody fight keeps carrying on
    no sleep tonight, till i see my allies die
    till i hear great caesar cry, i have won!
    and when your darling son arrives in his capitol cloths
    smell of blood on the rose
    will you remark to empty rooms
    that this isn’t the boy that you’ve always known?
    and when the banners disappear
    and you are given everything you could imagine
    piled high inside your mansion
    blessed with every satisfaction
    the envy on your peers
    will you still stroke his hair?
    say that it’s won
    say that it’s done
    there’s nothing there
    will you still say that all that he’s done makes you proud?
    what was it for?
    wonder no more
    look to the crowd


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter


  • 3. CAREERS


    all hail the king!
    i break my back to bend to kiss his ring
    it wasn’t always so
    but winners must adapt into their time
    i see no crime
    once misbehaved
    to think on all the friends i could have saved
    i have some deep regrets, as you have yours
    it’s in the past now, friend
    rebellions end
    life, it appears
    is nothing more than an excess of years
    i could fight, and i could die
    or i could learn to turn to the careers
    money in hand
    slipping through my fingers silvered sand
    what goods a holiday?
    what goods a break?
    buy a silken pillow
    sate your pain
    all cost, no gain
    i will not let you down
    i will work hard and true
    from 8 to 6, i’ll ply my trade
    and do my part to keep your aid
    but when the time has come
    and what needs done is done
    will i cry?
    i should atone
    for something in me hateful must have grown
    i will not say a word
    i’ll double down and focus on the facts:
    it’s this or the axe


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 4. ALL PROPO


    you lie, burning under big lights
    telecasting all night
    weighing out every word
    your man, teeth as white as snowbanks
    forcing you to fire blanks
    like a scared little bird
    and inside your heart is still broken
    from feeling for your lover
    so clutch hard on your little token
    and read the teleprompter
    cause it’s all propo
    ain’t it all propo?
    when you don’t want them to know
    things ain’t going so good?
    and you can always win
    by giving him a big grin
    and let the people begin
    to think hell maybe you’re good
    to think hell maybe you’re the
    next thing
    prepped so pretty and clean
    draped in all the nice things
    biting hard on your tongue
    always wearing your best force field
    forced to never let yield
    always under the gun
    and inside your heart is still broken
    from feeling for your lover
    so clutch hard on your little token
    and read the teleprompter
    cause it’s all propo!
    ain’t it all propo?
    when you don’t want them to know
    things ain’t going so good?
    and you can always win
    by giving them a big grin
    and let the people begin
    to think hell maybe you’re good
    to think hell maybe you’re a
    phoenix rising, self sufficient
    righteous victim, honest witness
    decent creature, fraught with pity
    so unhappy
    oh so pretty


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 5. ONE HEADLIGHT


    so long ago, i don’t remember when
    that’s when they say i lost my only friend
    they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
    i listened through the cemetery trees
    i’ve seen the sun coming up at the funeral at dawn
    the long broken arm of human law
    now it always seemed such a waste
    she always had a pretty face
    i wondered how she hung around this place
    hey, come on try a little
    nothing is forever
    there’s got to be something better than in the middle
    but me & Cinderella
    can put it all together
    we can drive it home with one headlight
    she said it’s cold
    it feels like Independence Day
    and i can’t break away from this parade
    there’s got to be an opening somewhere here in front of me
    through this maze of ugliness and greed
    I’ve seen the sun up ahead at the country line bridge
    saying all there’s good and nothingness is dead
    we’ll run until she’s out of breath
    she ran until there’s nothing left
    she hit the end
    it’s just her window ledge
    this place is old, it feels just like a beat up truck
    i turn the engine, but the engine doesn’t turn
    well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes
    this place is always such a mess
    sometimes i think i’d like to watch it burn
    i’m so alone
    i feel just like somebody else
    man, i ain’t changed, but i know i ain’t the same
    but somewhere here inbetween the city walls of dying dreams
    i think her death, it must be killing me


    Arrangement by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Jakob Dylan


  • 6. LOVE LEFT


    i awoke with a hole in my breast
    my heart still beating, nowhere close to death
    when I opened my eyes to find no bloody mess,
    realized a weight had been lifted off of my chest
    once familiar moans I’m starting to forget
    phantom in my bones has been laid to rest
    no voices haunting me at night, lying in my bed
    feels like a weight has been lifted off of my chest
    that was the morning that love left
    i made my coffee strong
    (love was gone)
    grabbed my keys
    (love was gone)
    turned the radio off
    (love was gone)
    got ready to leave
    (love was gone)
    as I ran for the train in the summer rain
    I didn’t even notice that my heart had changed
    thought it’d be forever pumping through my veins
    but I was wrong and love was gone
    something deep inside of me has shifted gears
    i’ve been trying to learn to drive a stick for years
    ’cause automatically I’m speeding up to all my fears
    my soul’s growing cold and I won’t shed a single—
    tears that once escaped by running down my face
    now have moved away to a distant place
    i wish I could have said goodbye, but I had no say
    ain’t no one to fight and sure as hell no one to blame
    hell no one to blame
    love left without a trace


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Ellen Winter & Chris Littler
  • 7. IN THE COLOSSEUM


    the women all control their men with razors and with wrists
    the princess squeezes grape juice on a torrid bloody kiss
    what will you be wearing there?
    the lion or the raven hair?
    the flesh will all be tearing, but the tail will be my own
    in the colosseum tonight
    this one’s for the balcony and this one’s for the floor
    as the senators decapitate the presidential whore
    the bald headed senators are splashing in the blood
    the dogs are having someone who is screaming in the mud
    in the colosseum tonight
    now it’s raining and it’s pouring on the pillaging and goring
    and the constable is swinging from the chains
    for the dead there is no story
    no memory
    no blame
    their families shout blue murder but tomorrow it’s the same
    in the colosseum tonight
    a slowly acting poison will be given to the favorite one
    and the dark horse will bring glory to the jailer and his men
    it’s always much more sporting when there’s families in the pit
    and the madness of the crowd is an epileptic fit
    no justice here, no liberty
    no reason, no blame
    there’s no cause to taint the sweetest taste of blood
    and greetings from the nation as we shake the hands of time
    they’re taking their ovations
    the vultures stay behind
    in the colosseum tonight


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Tom Waits & Kathleen Brennan

  • 8. THE NUT


    all stop
    the sirens keep blaring so loud
    we’re still on edge
    you watched a mountain fall to the ground
    i watched you beg
    and i heard something then in your voice
    i had hoped to god that i would never have to hear again
    ah, i must have lost it then
    such grace
    when i saw you walking through the old town
    you know, that old grave
    so sweet was the sound of your song
    the song replayed
    and i heard something then in your voice
    i had hoped to god that i would never have to hear again
    ah, i must have lost it then


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 9. OLD ENOUGH


    my boy lost his way
    ever since a tiny tot of two
    he had no sense of play
    another night, an empty bed
    just pull the wool over my eyes
    my little killer hauled away
    i guess that he was old enough
    my son takes the stage
    standing with his hands behind his back
    looking half his age
    another night, empty bed
    just pull the wool over my eyes
    my little killer hauled away
    i guess that he was old enough to die
    and old friends sit with me
    and call out all the callous commentators talking on tv
    and i hum soft and slow
    the song you used to sing
    we used to sing
    and wait for them to go
    and all rise and raise your hands again
    and say the wind is gonna change some day
    (but no one’s saying when)
    and all’s fair, but nothing’s fair at all
    so here i sit amongst constituents and wait for them to call
    and now in the games
    i watch the only man i’ve ever loved bring his family fame
    another night, an empty bed
    a closet full of coats to cry
    my little killer hauled away
    i guess that he was old enough to die
    (oh god i dreamt the other day they had come)
    i guess that he was old enough to die
    it doesn’t matter cause he gave ‘em a run
    i guess that he was old enough to die


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Kelly Tieger & Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 1o. ABERNATHY


    thought i saw another devil at my door
    thought i saw another face i’d seen before
    and the ghost i see is of a friend
    number 23 i see again and again
    i woke myself still alive
    not sure how i’d made it
    not sure how i’d played it
    there’d been a blast and a dive
    and the hand i was holding, i’d never been holding
    to my recollection
    some sort of protection
    two bandits beating the odds
    to the brutes go the takings
    we outsmarted their makings
    and focused on those careers flaws
    and then combined our bases in the best hiding places
    and practiced never sleeping
    long nights of silent breathing
    every evening
    we came to a crux in time
    all alone in our dealings
    all stooped in our feelings
    and crossed some invisible line
    and as she was leaving
    and as i was seething
    i could hear the drumming
    of the careers coming
    but i think i’m done running
    i was given such a boon when i survived
    but i never slept another sober night
    and this glass i pour is for a friend
    number 23 i see again and again


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter


  • 11. AVOX


    and when she’s alone i’ll be there, watching silently
    a small silhouette of the man that i used to be
    at one with the wall, stumbling out of the scenery
    at her beck and call, nodding yes so voraciously
    i’ll never look back on the way that i used to be
    a thorn in her side, all alone, my own enemy
    i was on the mend
    walking through woods, under fence, to the rivers end
    and i had said some things
    my aim was to arm but my words only clipped her wings
    would i be a better friend with no tongue in my head?


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 12. IGNITE


    now I’m bursting at the seams,
    where my skin meets the air
    barriers torn down as if they were never there
    how can I describe what you ignite?
    i’m awake and I’m alive
    i’m alive
    i promise you I will fight
    anything to keep you safe
    when every breath is a test of life
    and each step a test of faith
    how can I describe what you ignite?
    i’m awake and I’m alive
    i’m alive
    we struck a match and started a fire that night
    i told you to run, ’cause I couldn’t watch you-
    we fostered the flame
    we fostered the flame
    we fostered the flame
    and let it burn inside


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter

CAREERS (2015)


  • 1. BAKER’S BOY


    i was kneading dough in flour, as it were
    and looked outside to see a figure in the shower
    it was her
    i held, secret from my father, a life line
    and though she thinks of me as something of a savior
    she was mine


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 2. VICTORY TOUR


    i convinced myself to make a killing
    after watching winners on the tv
    i found farming life so unfulfilling
    i found myself asking, hey why not me?!
    and lately you’ve been saying i’ve been winning battles but not the war
    that i can’t bring myself to suck it up and see what i’m fighting for
    but i ain’t coming home to you unless i’m coming through on my victory tour
    now i raise my hand at every reaping
    as you notch the nights in the post of your bed
    and my little sister is lying at home,
    wondering when her big brother will get back his head
    betcha that’s why she said
    that lately she’s been thinking i’ve been winning battles but not the war
    and i can’t bring myself to suck it up and see what I’m fighting for
    but i ain’t coming home to you unless i’m coming through on my victory tour
    the district sigh as the cannons count to one
    the bloody fight keeps carrying on
    no sleep tonight, till i see my allies die
    till i hear great caesar cry, i have won!
    and when your darling son arrives in his capitol cloths
    smell of blood on the rose
    will you remark to empty rooms
    that this isn’t the boy that you’ve always known?
    and when the banners disappear
    and you are given everything you could imagine
    piled high inside your mansion
    blessed with every satisfaction
    the envy on your peers
    will you still stroke his hair?
    say that it’s won
    say that it’s done
    there’s nothing there
    will you still say that all that he’s done makes you proud?
    what was it for?
    wonder no more
    look to the crowd


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter


  • 3. CAREERS


    all hail the king!
    i break my back to bend to kiss his ring
    it wasn’t always so
    but winners must adapt into their time
    i see no crime
    once misbehaved
    to think on all the friends i could have saved
    i have some deep regrets, as you have yours
    it’s in the past now, friend
    rebellions end
    life, it appears
    is nothing more than an excess of years
    i could fight, and i could die
    or i could learn to turn to the careers
    money in hand
    slipping through my fingers silvered sand
    what goods a holiday?
    what goods a break?
    buy a silken pillow
    sate your pain
    all cost, no gain
    i will not let you down
    i will work hard and true
    from 8 to 6, i’ll ply my trade
    and do my part to keep your aid
    but when the time has come
    and what needs done is done
    will i cry?
    i should atone
    for something in me hateful must have grown
    i will not say a word
    i’ll double down and focus on the facts:
    it’s this or the axe


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 4. ALL PROPO


    you lie, burning under big lights
    telecasting all night
    weighing out every word
    your man, teeth as white as snowbanks
    forcing you to fire blanks
    like a scared little bird
    and inside your heart is still broken
    from feeling for your lover
    so clutch hard on your little token
    and read the teleprompter
    cause it’s all propo
    ain’t it all propo?
    when you don’t want them to know
    things ain’t going so good?
    and you can always win
    by giving him a big grin
    and let the people begin
    to think hell maybe you’re good
    to think hell maybe you’re the
    next thing
    prepped so pretty and clean
    draped in all the nice things
    biting hard on your tongue
    always wearing your best force field
    forced to never let yield
    always under the gun
    and inside your heart is still broken
    from feeling for your lover
    so clutch hard on your little token
    and read the teleprompter
    cause it’s all propo!
    ain’t it all propo?
    when you don’t want them to know
    things ain’t going so good?
    and you can always win
    by giving them a big grin
    and let the people begin
    to think hell maybe you’re good
    to think hell maybe you’re a
    phoenix rising, self sufficient
    righteous victim, honest witness
    decent creature, fraught with pity
    so unhappy
    oh so pretty


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 5. ONE HEADLIGHT


    so long ago, i don’t remember when
    that’s when they say i lost my only friend
    they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
    i listened through the cemetery trees
    i’ve seen the sun coming up at the funeral at dawn
    the long broken arm of human law
    now it always seemed such a waste
    she always had a pretty face
    i wondered how she hung around this place
    hey, come on try a little
    nothing is forever
    there’s got to be something better than in the middle
    but me & Cinderella
    can put it all together
    we can drive it home with one headlight
    she said it’s cold
    it feels like Independence Day
    and i can’t break away from this parade
    there’s got to be an opening somewhere here in front of me
    through this maze of ugliness and greed
    I’ve seen the sun up ahead at the country line bridge
    saying all there’s good and nothingness is dead
    we’ll run until she’s out of breath
    she ran until there’s nothing left
    she hit the end
    it’s just her window ledge
    this place is old, it feels just like a beat up truck
    i turn the engine, but the engine doesn’t turn
    well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes
    this place is always such a mess
    sometimes i think i’d like to watch it burn
    i’m so alone
    i feel just like somebody else
    man, i ain’t changed, but i know i ain’t the same
    but somewhere here inbetween the city walls of dying dreams
    i think her death, it must be killing me


    Arrangement by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Jakob Dylan


  • 6. LOVE LEFT


    i awoke with a hole in my breast
    my heart still beating, nowhere close to death
    when I opened my eyes to find no bloody mess,
    realized a weight had been lifted off of my chest
    once familiar moans I’m starting to forget
    phantom in my bones has been laid to rest
    no voices haunting me at night, lying in my bed
    feels like a weight has been lifted off of my chest
    that was the morning that love left
    i made my coffee strong
    (love was gone)
    grabbed my keys
    (love was gone)
    turned the radio off
    (love was gone)
    got ready to leave
    (love was gone)
    as I ran for the train in the summer rain
    I didn’t even notice that my heart had changed
    thought it’d be forever pumping through my veins
    but I was wrong and love was gone
    something deep inside of me has shifted gears
    i’ve been trying to learn to drive a stick for years
    ’cause automatically I’m speeding up to all my fears
    my soul’s growing cold and I won’t shed a single—
    tears that once escaped by running down my face
    now have moved away to a distant place
    i wish I could have said goodbye, but I had no say
    ain’t no one to fight and sure as hell no one to blame
    hell no one to blame
    love left without a trace


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Ellen Winter & Chris Littler
  • 7. IN THE COLOSSEUM


    the women all control their men with razors and with wrists
    the princess squeezes grape juice on a torrid bloody kiss
    what will you be wearing there?
    the lion or the raven hair?
    the flesh will all be tearing, but the tail will be my own
    in the colosseum tonight
    this one’s for the balcony and this one’s for the floor
    as the senators decapitate the presidential whore
    the bald headed senators are splashing in the blood
    the dogs are having someone who is screaming in the mud
    in the colosseum tonight
    now it’s raining and it’s pouring on the pillaging and goring
    and the constable is swinging from the chains
    for the dead there is no story
    no memory
    no blame
    their families shout blue murder but tomorrow it’s the same
    in the colosseum tonight
    a slowly acting poison will be given to the favorite one
    and the dark horse will bring glory to the jailer and his men
    it’s always much more sporting when there’s families in the pit
    and the madness of the crowd is an epileptic fit
    no justice here, no liberty
    no reason, no blame
    there’s no cause to taint the sweetest taste of blood
    and greetings from the nation as we shake the hands of time
    they’re taking their ovations
    the vultures stay behind
    in the colosseum tonight


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Tom Waits & Kathleen Brennan

  • 8. THE NUT


    all stop
    the sirens keep blaring so loud
    we’re still on edge
    you watched a mountain fall to the ground
    i watched you beg
    and i heard something then in your voice
    i had hoped to god that i would never have to hear again
    ah, i must have lost it then
    such grace
    when i saw you walking through the old town
    you know, that old grave
    so sweet was the sound of your song
    the song replayed
    and i heard something then in your voice
    i had hoped to god that i would never have to hear again
    ah, i must have lost it then


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 9. OLD ENOUGH


    my boy lost his way
    ever since a tiny tot of two
    he had no sense of play
    another night, an empty bed
    just pull the wool over my eyes
    my little killer hauled away
    i guess that he was old enough
    my son takes the stage
    standing with his hands behind his back
    looking half his age
    another night, empty bed
    just pull the wool over my eyes
    my little killer hauled away
    i guess that he was old enough to die
    and old friends sit with me
    and call out all the callous commentators talking on tv
    and i hum soft and slow
    the song you used to sing
    we used to sing
    and wait for them to go
    and all rise and raise your hands again
    and say the wind is gonna change some day
    (but no one’s saying when)
    and all’s fair, but nothing’s fair at all
    so here i sit amongst constituents and wait for them to call
    and now in the games
    i watch the only man i’ve ever loved bring his family fame
    another night, an empty bed
    a closet full of coats to cry
    my little killer hauled away
    i guess that he was old enough to die
    (oh god i dreamt the other day they had come)
    i guess that he was old enough to die
    it doesn’t matter cause he gave ‘em a run
    i guess that he was old enough to die


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Kelly Tieger & Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 1o. ABERNATHY


    thought i saw another devil at my door
    thought i saw another face i’d seen before
    and the ghost i see is of a friend
    number 23 i see again and again
    i woke myself still alive
    not sure how i’d made it
    not sure how i’d played it
    there’d been a blast and a dive
    and the hand i was holding, i’d never been holding
    to my recollection
    some sort of protection
    two bandits beating the odds
    to the brutes go the takings
    we outsmarted their makings
    and focused on those careers flaws
    and then combined our bases in the best hiding places
    and practiced never sleeping
    long nights of silent breathing
    every evening
    we came to a crux in time
    all alone in our dealings
    all stooped in our feelings
    and crossed some invisible line
    and as she was leaving
    and as i was seething
    i could hear the drumming
    of the careers coming
    but i think i’m done running
    i was given such a boon when i survived
    but i never slept another sober night
    and this glass i pour is for a friend
    number 23 i see again and again


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter


  • 11. AVOX


    and when she’s alone i’ll be there, watching silently
    a small silhouette of the man that i used to be
    at one with the wall, stumbling out of the scenery
    at her beck and call, nodding yes so voraciously
    i’ll never look back on the way that i used to be
    a thorn in her side, all alone, my own enemy
    i was on the mend
    walking through woods, under fence, to the rivers end
    and i had said some things
    my aim was to arm but my words only clipped her wings
    would i be a better friend with no tongue in my head?


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 12. IGNITE


    now I’m bursting at the seams,
    where my skin meets the air
    barriers torn down as if they were never there
    how can I describe what you ignite?
    i’m awake and I’m alive
    i’m alive
    i promise you I will fight
    anything to keep you safe
    when every breath is a test of life
    and each step a test of faith
    how can I describe what you ignite?
    i’m awake and I’m alive
    i’m alive
    we struck a match and started a fire that night
    i told you to run, ’cause I couldn’t watch you-
    we fostered the flame
    we fostered the flame
    we fostered the flame
    and let it burn inside


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter

Chamber Band is:

Anthony Cerretani (Bass and Beard)
Chris Littler (Guitar/Vocals/Lyrics)
Sam Monaco (Percussion)
Asarr (Guitar/Synth)
Ellen Winter (Piano/Vocals/Lyrics)

Booking Inquiries
booking [at] chamberband.com

Press Inquiries
press [at] chamberband.com

Purchase Official Merchandise at
www.chambermerch.com

Chamber Band is a self-funded musical project.

If you like what we’re doing, please consider supporting us by purchasing one of our albums via Bandcamp, or by buying us a single-origin locally sourced coffee.

ABOUT US


Chamber Band is
Anthony Cerretani (Bass and Beard)
Chris Littler (Guitar/Vocals/Lyrics)
Sam Monaco (Percussion)
Asarr (Guitar/Synth)
Ellen Winter (Piano/Vocals/Lyrics)


Booking Inquiries: booking [at] chamberband.com

Press Inquiries: press [at] chamberband.com

Purchase Official Merchandise at www.chambermerch.com


Chamber Band is a self-funded musical project.

If you like what we’re doing, please consider supporting us by purchasing one of our albums via Bandcamp, or by buying us a single-origin locally sourced coffee.