Already Yesterday

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"Already Yesterday" is the debut album from The Winchester Local

The album was recorded at The Gallery Recording Studios in Brooklyn, NY throughout the summer of 2014. "Already Yesterday" is a collection of songs written by TWL frontman, Tyler Phillips, dating back to 2002. The songwriter describes most of the compositions on the album as being compiled like a cake baked from tasty scraps strewn about a bakery counter at the end of the day. Many of the words and music on "Already Yesterday" were assembled cut-and-paste style from old demo recordings, lost and found lyrics on the backs of high-school math quizzes, and the faded pages of old journals.

The core of TWL appears on the album -- Tyler Phillips, Carly Howard, Maurice Alban, Steve Danielsson, and Andy DeRado -- but the group is augmented by talented artists Kim Vogels (cello), Billy Joe Kiessling (violin), and Andrew Krahn (tenor sax)

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released October 18, 2014

All words and music written by Tyler Phillips
©2014 Tyler Phillips

Released by Water Pig Music 10/18/2014

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Brian Forbes at The Gallery Recording Studio. Brooklyn, NY

Album Art Design by Carly Howard
Photo by Marvin Gonzales

Performance Credits
Tyler Phillips: Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Keys, Percussion, Harmonica
Carly Howard: Vocals, Percussion
Steve Danielsson: Guitar, Vocals, Percussion
Maurice Alban: Drums
Andy DeRado: Mandolin, Vocals
Andrew Krahn: Tenor Sax
Kim Vogels: Cello
Billy Joe Kiessling: Violin

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Track Name: The Girl From Albany
THE GIRL FROM ALBANY

Looking down on tiny towns, do you ever wish you'd stuck around?
Oh, how I've prayed it was just a phase
In Los Angeles do they allow you to sparkle when you take your bow?
Just like you did in high school plays...
Oh, and nothing much has changed and they all think I'm strange
And I'm swearing on my grave that you'll be flying home

And it's hard to get by without you hanging 'round
Yes, and when I go to a picture show, people ask me
Do I know that pretty girl from Albany?
The girl up on the movie screen...
The girl from Albany
My girl from Albany

You walk in new designer shoes with Hollywood strapped to your boots
New York City's at your knees in one minute
And we'll have plenty stories to tell all about the way you taste and smell
But no one's gonna believe me
Well, put the past away, and I hear your mamma say
Let the past relax, our Sarah's long gone

And it's hard to get by without you hanging 'round
Yes, and when I go to a picture show, people ask me
Do I know that pretty girl from Albany?
The girl up on the movie screen...
My girl from Albany
My girl from Albany

Oh, Sarah put that purple, sliver makeup on your face and put that bow in your hair
Make me laugh and say you'll dance with me down at the Kendall County Fair
Dance the way that momma said those southern girls should sway
The moon is out, we'll cuddle out into our hideaway
The ghosts in Baptist Park cried weeks on end for you to stay
Will you come back someday?
Will you come back someday?
Will you come back someday?
Will you come back someday?

Well, I'm walking barefoot on the road, on my way back from your home
Thinking maybe I should've said something that I didn't
Maybe I should've held your hand and not begged to fulfill all of your commands
Maybe I just talk to damn much
Oh maybe they don't mean a bit (I think) – these walks we'd take alone
Sarah, in a couple years (anyway) … You're gonna be a big star

It's hard to get by without you hanging 'round
Yes, and when I go to a picture show, people ask me
Do I know that pretty girl from Albany?
The girl up on the movie screen...
My girl from Albany
Track Name: Tell Me About The Moon
TELL ME ABOUT THE MOON

Yesterday, oh how it rained
The fog has stained Lake Pontchartrain
We tire of Decatur, we can search for alligators
Out inn Slidell or Mandeville
We wanna stay but we never will
So, New York City can wait for one more day

Oh Lizzy, tell me about the moon
And how the planets have smashed us in two
Oh we've many miles before this journey is through
So Lizzy, tell me about the moon

Kick your legs up on our love today
The time is ours to waste our way
The sunrise here is Holy, so slide your dress on slowly
On the balcony of the hotel room
The fireworks have stained their cheap perfume
I'm breathing in any words you have to say

So Lizzy, tell me about the moon
And how the planets have smashed us in two
Oh we've many miles before this journey is through
So Lizzy, tell me about the moon

I've been wasting my time
There's so much that I don't know
Take your time, I don't mind
As we drive through the snowstorm in the Cherokee Forest
Watching cardinals fly through the snow
Tell me everything I don't know
Tell me everything I don't know
Tell me everything I don't know
'Cause I miss taking it slow

Punch the clock out on our drive today
Let's take a mile to feel alive today
And look on up at the heavens before we drive down to Eighty-Seven
In the scheme of things, we're just specks of dust
But there's something so real for the next of us
And that silver string that's connecting us must come from outer space

So Lizzy, tell me about the moon
Oh, how the planets have smashed us in two
Oh we've many miles before this journey is through
So Lizzy, tell me about the moon
Track Name: Without The Rain
WITHOUT THE RAIN

The moon pushed heat, the engine sleeping pushed the silence
As your mother's curfew clock pounded in my ears
Syncing perfectly in time with evening's pounding tears
I know she doesn't want you driving out in the rain

The night was ours, soaked in fabric of the last time
You said the words I only heard in my dreams
I heard your engine sputter through the bedroom walls
The drizzle stopped its stutter on the window pane

Without the rain, you've got nothing to protect me from
Without the rain, we'll run dry of things to say
Without the rain, the sun will blind us and the clouds all disappear
Nothing feels like you without the rain

I'm going back to the memories of the schoolyard
And how we'd show up late to classes soaking wet
And how you'd hum the tune that Billie Holiday sang
I'd be so glad to be unhappy out in the rain

Without the rain, you've got nothing to protect me from
Without the rain, we'll run dry of things to say
Without the rain, the sun will blind us and the clouds all disappear
Nothing feels like you without the rain

The stage is cold and I think I see an angel
Flying high in the perfect shape of you
Fog hands under heaven and that's an awful shame
'Cause I'll be alone out in the rain

And you've got nothing to protect me from
Without the rain, we run dry of things to say
Without the rain, the sun will blind us and the clouds will disappear
Nothing feels like you without the rain
Oh, without the rain
Oh, without the rain
Nothing feels like you without the rain
Track Name: Slowly Over Stones
SLOWLY OVER STONES

The way that I remember you is September of Two-Thousand Two
Eating waffles in the shadows of the lockers in the east wing hall
You didn't wanna suffer through our eclipse and as you wiped the syrup from your lips
You scurried off with your yellow sneakers and your rolled up overalls
Anyone with half a brain knows that real love is real pain
You just don't wanna be the one who says, “My God, it's happening again”

I'm doing my best, but the feeling's only grown
And I don't wanna sleep tonight alone, no
She said, “Give it a rest and drive slowly over stones
Sleep in one piece when you get home”

On the school bus you dropped the bomb it was the morning of your senior prom
You said you wanna go out with the boy with the jester's intentions
You just wanna have one night of fun, don't wanna end up calling nine-one-one
On account of getting all caught up in my affections infection
Anyone with half a grin has worn a frown above their chin
And you just don't wanna be the one who says, “My God, it's happening again”

I'm doing my best, but the feeling's only grown
I don't wanna sleep tonight alone, no
She said, “Give it a rest and drive slowly over stones
Sleep in one piece when you get home”

The way that I remember you, you were bending down to tie my shoe
Swearing you'd come out on Friday night to see my band
It's only hesitation's fault, that I take you with a grain of salt
Oh, it's just like you kiss my face but not wanna hold my hand
Anyone with half the nerve knows that real love is dead man's curve
And the cowards who take the backstreets, they get what they deserve

I'm doing my best, but the feeling's “overgrown”
I don't wanna sleep tonight alone, no
She said, “Give it a rest and drive slowly over stones
Sleep in one piece when you get home”
When you get home...
When you get home...
When you get home
Track Name: Still Here
STILL HERE

Three E trains have zoomed on through, will there ever be another C?
You come and go so often, will there ever be another me?
If I dove to the depths of the sea, let the waves on rumble through
Later on, on the shore, my friend, they'd find pieces of you
You're in my blood, you're in my mind
Just like lady nostalgia, you always get left behind
And your scent lingers on when you disappear
Even though you've gone, you're still here

And once we've reconciled and we've re-honeymooned
You mosey on through the last exit wound
Are you afraid to love me and wear your heart on your sleeve?
And is the one thing that draws you in, the same thing that makes you leave?
Your lipstick is stained on my coffee cup
You're halfway down the block before I even wake up
Yes, and after you've left, I look in the mirror
Yes and even though you've gone, you're still here

It's a shame when you leave
I don't know anymore
When you walk out (of) the room
You don't bother closing the door
You're in my blood, you're in my mind
Just like lady nostalgia, you always get left behind
And the barkeep just shrugs when I ask for another beer
He says, “She'll never come”
I say, “No, she's always been here”

When the world gets too tough and underneath your skin
Nothing feels as good as some place you've been
When the mornings are so empty and the afternoons grow so slow
Nothing feels as good as something you don't know
Track Name: Austin
AUSTIN

Mary Jane unmarried music, she and Austin got the kids
It was a clinical divorce, and the doctor said, “Hey, it's for the best”
And the thumbs of capital city try to hold my Mary's hands
While the other eight fingers try and undo her dress

I'm a child and I'm a sinner, in God's eyes I'm a beginner
I say I'm doing fine but I'm not fine
I know that she ain't in it, but when I pass those city limits
She's always walking Austin in my mind, always in my mind

Every now and then I see her, but I know she isn't here...
In the summer with her boyfriend somewhere on the south side of the drag
And the specters of the heartbreak, they haunt the hotels and the landscape
And I get trashed in Zilker Park and pass out in the backseat of a cab

I'm an artist and I'm a poet, when I'm with her I always blow it
I say I'm doing fine but I'm not fine
I know that she ain't in it, but when I pass those city limits
She's always walking Austin in my mind, she's always in my mind

Just about the time you call, all the memories start sinking in
You're making it so hard, you're making it so hard to start over again
Oh, you're making it so hard to start over again
Oh, you're making it so hard to start over again
Oh, you're making it so hard to start over again
Oh, you make it so damn hard to start over again

The apartment where we live lies in ashes and it gives
A place for the hippie kids to play with their toys (and)
Mary Jane unmarried music on May Twenty-Third
And moved far away, far away from the poison

I'm a child and I'm a sinner, in God's eyes I'm a beginner
(I) When, I say I'm doing fine, I'm just a liar
I know that she ain't in it, but when I pass those city limits
She's always walking Austin in my mind, oh, she's in my mind
Track Name: The Winchester Local (featuring Carly Howard) - Restless One
RESTLESS ONE

Pin a map of Long Island on the wall
Throw a dart and see where it falls
Get dressed and hop in the car
'Cause anywhere but here is far

This broken block cannot compare
To the lions and the tigers and bears
So get dressed for the pavement and chrome
Anywhere but here is home

Oh, the evening's gone
And I'm feeling so undone
Won't you play a different song?
Oh, my restless one

The paperback you've been reading for miles
Says that money is poison to smiles
The racetrack is open today
Let's gamble my wallet away

Oh, the cash is gone
I've got room for the fun
So, let's keep on driving on
Oh, my restless one

At some point, we cannot return
The memories and the bridges will burn
Oh, and if your rambling's insincere
Then turn around the car right here

You're always breaking free
When your heart weighs a ton
Will you grow restless of me?
Oh, my restless one
Oh, the evening's gone
And I'm feeling so undone
Won't you play a different song?
Oh, my restless one
Restless one, oh
Restless one
Restless one, oh
Restless one
Track Name: The Winchester Local (featuring Carly Howard) - Winchester Road
WINCHESTER ROAD

Im tired of my stomach feelin' funny
I'm tired of owing money
I'm tired of owing things to you
I need a friend to see me through
I need a friend to see me through

I'm scared of New York City
I'm tired of begging “pity”
For the boy with rain soaked through his shoe
I'm awfully done with “sad but true”
I need a friend to see me through

And oh how...
Alice smiles from her dad's van in the parking lot sun
Counting Crows blows from Mr. Jones' radio and
Winchester Road was as wide as Myrtle Avenue
Oh, how could I have known how you'd grow?

Find myself fantasizing
Also apologizing
To photographs from Ninety-Two
Sorry for me, sorry for you
Make us some friends to see us through

And oh how...
Alice smiles from her dad's van in the parking lot sun
Counting Crows blows from Mr. Jones' radio and
Winchester Road was as wide as Myrtle Avenue
And how could I have known how you'd grow?

It's drowning in a puddle versus dancing in the rain
It's Autumn on caliche versus summer on a subway train
Bursting with emotion versus bursting at the seams
It's childhood memories versus childhood dreams

And oh how...
Alice smiles from her dad's van in the parking lot sun
Counting Crows blows from Mr. Jones' radio and
Winchester Road was as wide as Myrtle Avenue
And how could I have known
How could I have know
How could I have known how you'd grow?
Track Name: The Winchester Local (featuring Carly Howard) - Three Bright Stars
THREE BRIGHT STARS

I had another dream about Tennessee
My mom's house in Texas dropped down on Knox County
Just like it was Oz
The sunrise swayed from the black gum tree
Framing our daughter on your knee

And Harriet was playing on that yellow slide
Where a kid from my high school, maybe, died
I can't remember his name
And coach was toasting with a half-dead beer
The Tennessee River flowed from our tears

How is it that I'm so afraid of planes when nighttime stories go unexplained?
My midnight dream can reach a higher high than a Seven-Forty-Seven could ever fly
You and me and Harriet are three bright stars
You and me and Harriet are three bright stars

Water pig, water pig -- swim on by
I climbed up The Sunsphere into the night sky
And look who's there! (How is it that I can see so clear...)
It's Norman Rockwell dressed in drag (A make believe world between my ears)
And he tattoos the sky with the Tennessee flag

How is that I'm so afraid of heights when I fly to different universes every night?
My midnight dream will leave me twice unhung as a silly piece of paper melting on my tongue
Water pig, water pig – swim on by
Water pig, water pig – swim on by

I had another dream about Tennessee
I had another dream about Tennessee
Track Name: Thirty-Five
THIRTY-FIVE

Here comes my Anny walking down the aisle
She's in a clean white dress but seductive
Oh, she don't want no wedding night surprise
She got all that mess done so long ago
Oh man, did we put on a show
The springtime girls really let themselves go
Me and Anny on the baseball fields
See, it ain't as bad as they said it feels
Sweat (rolls) off your cheeks into waterfalls
Get off the phone in case your mamma calls
Nobody beats this old scene
And my baby runs like a brand new machine

We were fast, we were young, we were on the go
We were makin' love to her car stereo
We were fast lane lovers in the three-digit heat
She was makin' little eyes, she was makin' 'em at me
And we'd drive
Oh we'd drive drive down Thirty-Five
Yeah we're gonna drive down Thirty-Five
And we go so fast on our way home

You got it bad from The Angels
When they made that silly pact not to give it in
The river's all lit up with bruises and blues
See us tomorrow on the front page news
Yeah, see all the love we're in
While the early morning sun sinks in our skin
Maybe tonight we'll hit the highest high
Come on over, we'll kneel to the night
Meet The Angels at The Smokestack Parlor
I got my honey and a couple crumpled dollars
Wearing matching t-shirts
Rubbing up against each other 'til it hurts

We were fast, we were young, we were on the go
We were makin' love to her car stereo
We were fast lane lovers in the three-digit heat
She was makin' little eyes, she was makin' 'em at me
Oh when we'd drive
We drive drive down Thirty-Five
Me and Anny, we'd drive on our way down Thirty-Five
She'd goe so fast
I'm holding on all the way home
On our way home

We sprung out of this town with wide eyes and ended up with scars on our knees
Can memories heal this kingdom of real life, payment plans, and valid ID's?
Anny says,
“It's hard to remember what it's like to breath air
Or the sweet smell of cigarette smoke in your hair
Living minute to minute, or without out a care...”
On Saturday night, we'll aim to have an affair with the ghosts of truth or dare

Baby's hair once was fire
Holy headlights just reflect off the specks of gray
She yawns as the dash flashes “12:01”
Oh, it's already yesterday
Yes, it's already yesterday

Here comes Anny with her brand new man
See, he was first in line with a backup plan
As for me, I'm still rolling around
And every host town feels like a ghost town
Every time I need to feel alive
I hop memory lane and drive I-35

We were fast, we were young, we were on the go
We were driving past Far West Rodeo
We were fast lane lovers in the three-digit heat
She was burning out the engines running in my feet
We were completely on our own in a life, incomplete
She was driving down the highway of a dead end street
And we would drive
We would drive drive Thirty-Five
Oh we would drive
Oh we would drive down Thirty-Five