Curing Too Much With More

by Adam Fitz

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released November 12, 2013

Adam Fitz ... voice... guitar...etc...
Eddie Dixon ... keyboards... guitars... witchery... etc.
Anthony Abbinanti ... drums... mics... percussions... etc.
Chris Merrill ...bass ...spiritual guidance...

Recorded by Anthony Abbinanti at Dirty North Studio
Additional recording and Mixing done by Eddie Dixon at Spider Sound
Mastered by Todd Rittman
Cover Photo by Nicolas Gourguechon .... nicolasgourguechon.com
Aesthetic Engineering by Kim Alpert ... aestheticengineer.com

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Adam Fitz Chicago, Illinois

Adam Fitz plays and sings soulful songs. Hailing from Chicago, Fitz recently brought his rootsy originals and uniquely spun covers to the Pittsburgh Area. Fitz has a full-bodied rasp filled with authenticity and depth, that lends to itself to energetic and passionate performances. An earnest storyteller and soul shouter, Fitz moonlights as a father of two and a school teacher. ... more

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Track Name: I Found Something I Love
I found something I love
Its wine from the racks
its sold off in sacks
With these I buzz through the storm
Theres a spark and a calm
comes welcome and warm

Last summer was hard
And when I came to
I was heart-broke
then love struck
then living with you

I found something I love
and it loves me back
it loves me back.

I found something I love
its tape over cracks
supports where I slack.
Now here is my home
I do what they say
They say, "take two every four,
or as needed for pain."

'cause its so easy
to open your hands.
When its biting
you're much better here alone,
When he'd rather not be here,
with you...

I found something I love
and it loves me back
it loves me back.
Track Name: One More Never Killed Anyone, & If It Did, What's One More? (So It Goes)
You been alone for so long
And you just can't seem to stand it anymore
now, I guess its time for shedding
All this junk that we love,
And that's all thats ever touched us back like that
When alone, you could almost hear her wanting
For this one. T' two. But they always stop that second
That she took your hand, you could almost just have left it
But the pull, that he speaks of,
It just brought you back too fast
And it was good, while we were, but it went
So it goes, and so it goes.
So it goes, and so it goes.
Track Name: Mother's Song
If you ever realize, or if you ever choose
To come back to your bed and roof,
Well its still waiting, and you're still welcome, and
These arms are open, too.

If life seems to simple, then you're just doing as you please
Don't lose your self in these land-locked seas.
There are pretty girls everywhere,
There's life in almost every affair, and
These arms are open too.

And I bet home, oh, home
Would feel good, about now.
I bet home, oh, home
Would feel good, about now.

If you ever realize, or if you ever choose
To come back to your bed and roof,
Well its still waiting waiting, and you're still welcome, and
These arms are open, too.
These arms are open too.

And I bet home, oh, home
Would feel good, about now.
I bet home, oh, home
Would feel good, about now.

If you ever realize, or if you'd ever choosed
Track Name: Lost In It (parts 1 & 2)
Yes we do, but only as we must.
And I'll find a reason to make it through.
But someday it won't be enough,
Over-powered by too much, Still...

Got lost in it.
Got lost in it.
Got lost.

Now is time to do, now that there is time to.
Hard work or none, if left it will just sit,
to get lost in it.
Got lost in it.
Got lost.

Yes we could, but only if we're asked.
I been cursed with this thirst that puts weeks on their sides.
We could get up and walk out the door
instead were curing too much with more, sick.

Got lost in it.
Got lost in it.
Got lost.

& Now is time to do, now that there is time to.
Hard work or none, if left it will just sit...

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I'm worn & I'm tired.
I'm worn, tired and tread
Still my free hands leave me swimming in my bed....

It took a year... to get to here
Slayed months that add up to this
Faith that some cheap grace would
show up and lead the way but
Never came the day

Never came the day


Never came the day


Never came the day


Never came the day


Never came the day
Track Name: All This Want / Not the One
Remember all this want for
things may happen, yes
things will happen when you're out to get.
We laugh, but yes,
it had to happen, yeah
things will happen when you're out to get.

The crowds have snuck in and they don't give a damn what you're sayin'
The names been spoke and once been spoke can't be forgotten.

Whether you see fit or not, 'tis yours to have though not the one you want!

Every once andagain these things they just happen.
We're waking for change, waking for change but its not worth it.

Whether you see fit or not, 'tis yours to have though not the one you want!
Not the one you want!

You're having enough, yr doing just fine without bleeding.
You are a picture of health, a debtor who knows he's not dying.

Whether you see fit or not, 'tis yours to have though not the one you want!
Not the one you want!
Not the one!
Not the one
Not the one you want!

Remember all this want for
things may happen, yes
things will happen when you're out to get.
We laugh, but yes,
it had to happen, yeah
things will happen when you're out to get.
Track Name: Had & Had
You had and you had
Still you leave with empty hands.
They see desire and enjoy to deny.
They see desire and enjoy to deny.

We'll I guess, I mean you'd think,
It's got to get better, (right?)
When we'd supposed to be gone,
But apparently, not done.

They see desire and enjoy to deny.
They see desire and enjoy to deny.
Track Name: Afterparty
I'd be a lone star, but not in this state,
Not wearing this fair, bizarre, confused stare.
They shade 'em from the light, Oh, can you dig it?
We bury tall boys under the hot sun.

They keep it out of reach, and unseen,
to where you'd sell your hands just to hold their machines,
Then you're lost in a scene on your own,
Just badges and bands that crawl on each other.

Some girls got us up, we all piled on the bus and headed for the party...
After....After party. After party....

I heard a trombone slid out a patch cord,
there was a loud buzz come from the main board
We loaded in late, got bumped up to play,
A mess all over this sloppy weekday.

Here is your big shot, right in your sights now,
He speaks of nothing but nets and touchdowns.

This is a vicious machine
A worn, old, tired routine
The nights un-nice
its sold and serpentine

The bars are all closed for the night,
So whatever we have is gonna have to suffice.
There was this stupid song and we all sang along,
Make it last because there's nothing
AAAAfter.... The After parTy After party.........................................................

After the show, will you be there?
I hope to see ya.
After we go, once more strangers,
by your sigh, "huuuuh." I know.
Its been so much time, Two today. We're one last night
When the bar was as open as we, and we'd go on about nothing
No, nothing.
Track Name: Suite: Paranoia
People are cold and mean
When you don't sing
Oh, you're so easy to ignore.
People are cold and mean
When you don't sing,
Oh, they're cold and mean.

& I have seen (I have seen)
the cold in me
the cold's in me.

Yeah, this thing it has teeth

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Auto-pilot drive our guise that steer men straight towards homes tonight.
Something real which arose in between, let us not be what we've seen.

Let us not be what we've seen.
Let us not be what we've seen.
Avoiding these cruel, avoiding these means
A desperate cries a wanton plea
& love makes way to funny needs
but salt in your soil 's left you sleeping on seeds
while the paranoia's gathering under these tragic skys just hovering up
around every corner, behind every bend,
Basically everywhere except in your bed.
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Tell me is it this quiet?
Or are you not allowed now to hear the birds?
The third rail's cracklin' with
Little pistols in the trash, waiting turns...
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'Til you're finally caught by surprise,
When you're taken out from behind.
By some other thing,
You'd never even,
Had in mind.