The Bayview Sessions (2015 Re​-​release)

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Bayview, Idaho is a place of inspiration. Written and recorded over the span of seven days in a tiny log cabin on the banks of lake Pend Oreille, "The Bayview Sessions" is the proud product of musical partners Allan Sosa and Christoph Winter. With this album, we attempted to look past traditional genre constraints and write positive music that left us smiling. Now we are happy to invite you along for the ride.

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released August 15, 2014

Written by Allan Sosa and Christoph Winter
Recorded in Bayview, Idaho

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Track Name: Modern Passion
I close my eyes and scan through the memories
Some sort of poem comes from either side of me
This won't be here to call my own anymore
If I just make myself go through the door

I've gone along with it for far too long
My telephone don't tell me right from wrong
If I keep dancin' round the inside out
Drag me along this country road

I'm wrapped up in this city's night and wasted once again
It's something like what I've lately come to know
It's skewing my perception, and wrecking my stability, oh no.
Society can't pronounce my name, change of score

I've gone along with it for far too long
My telephone don't tell me right from wrong
If I keep dancin' round the inside out
Drag me along this country road

I am the passion that's been missing
We're steered away from what we really ought to know
And pretend it's somethin missing
Denying it was ever there before

They seem like "ok"
Thread seams right away.
They seem like "ok"
Thread seams right away.
Track Name: Bluebonnet
Get me out of Amarillo
Somewhere I want to be
Some place right beside you
Watching old TV
Reruns of hey Arnold
Putting us to sleep
I'd be right beside you all along
'Stead I'm spending this Sunday alone.

The sunrise through my window
In this roadside motel
Three summers from the day
That you first kissed me
Knocking back this coffee
That's been sitting here for days
I still hear your whispering on the phone
Though I'm spending this Monday alone

My worn out blue sedan
You named her Caroline
She's gettin up near
Two hundred thousand mile
From all those trips through Texas
Driving through the nights I
Swear there's somethin we still haven't done
But I'm spending this Tuesday alone

This smoky 80 proof
That burns in my throat
It helps me relax
Sometimes
I can't be at my best
With these worries bearing down
Aside from this whiskey bottle
I'm spending this Wednesday alone

The parking lot is full
for the weekend
And I'm lookin round for
where I'm supposed to go
No one hears the calls
From the ravens
The exhausted desperation in their tone
From spending one more night alone

I hope you're playing songs
From those CDs that I burned
There some things that
Just have to be sung
Drivin down the
Highway 27
I brought you somethin back from Amarillo
These bluebonnets welcome me home
Track Name: Leather Sole
Grey clouds are drowning the great northern sky
Your blistered feet stand in place and I hold you tight
We drag the sidewalk behind us like paint
Waiting for sunlight to fill up the day

Without your support now I struggle to breathe
And I held my tongue while you went out to sea
You've worn out my sole my embrace feels so weak
And I keep on hoping you'll find what you need

Polish me up now my leather's so worn
Give me a reason to feel so adored
Lace me up before I forget how to hold
What's come of that story you told

I've spent the last 3 nights without any sleep
They say it's all up to the comp'ny you keep
Though that may be true I still don't believe
So I let this rye whiskey in My run run deep

Polish me up now my leather's so worn
Give me a reason to feel so adored
Lace me up before I forget how to hold
What's come of that story you told

So next time you're drinkin' I hope you think of me
Dusty old bed that you threw me underneath
I've had so much time in this box here to think
My tough leather soul better days there will be
Track Name: The Evening Blues
Well it ain't such a sin though
You practically live with me.
I've seen your hair at the craziest of times
And held it when you couldn't hold your wine

I broke into the town liquor store
And that night you made me feel rather fine
Where the hell did all that come from?
You must've caught me in the blind.

When the sun came up this morning
I thought I'd lost my mind.
To see you layin in that shirt of mine,
Knowin' you'd have to take it off some time

What to make of life If all I see is color
Please hold me up and don't change my mind
I couldn't handle living any other way
This is all I know, and this is how it's gonna stay

So go on and mess your hair up
What do you say we give it a try
I hope you feel the same about this night
You can play your part, and I'll play mine

What to make of life If all I see is color
Please hold me up and don't change my mind
I couldn't handle living any other way
This is all I know, and this is how it's gonna stay
Track Name: Pilgrim
Pull the plug from the wall
The season has come to an end
What would you give me
If I came back home to the lake?

What a let down
What happened?
Are you sleeping at all?
I'd rather be buried in bed.
What do we have
To show for
The answers all tangled
Up in my gut again.

Outside our window
The leaves falling into their graves
Nothing could change it
They're desperately seeking escape

What a let down
What happened?
Are you sleeping at all?
I'd rather be buried in bed.
What do we have
To show for
The answers all tangled
Up in my gut again.

Something tells me
things will be okay
Breathe in deep to
make it go away

Something tells me things will be alright if you just give them time
Breathe in deep to let it go, and know that it's all in your head.

What a let down
What happened?
Are you sleeping at all?
I'd rather be buried in bed.
What do we have
To show for
The answers all tangled
Up in my gut again.