Run Run Run

by Ryan Craven

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about

This album is the culmination of my two greatest passions in life: running and music. I realized running fans don't really have many songs that capture that which is so near and dear to them. Runners can identify with lyrics in Jackson Browne's "Running on Empty" or Tom Petty's "Running Down a Dream" or Springsteen's "Born to Run", but at the end of the day those songs really have nothing to do with the physical act of running. Feeling hopelessly nostalgic about my own athletic experience, I got to work crafting songs and scribbling lyrics.

Hope you enjoy my efforts and please share with your fellow runners.

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released 05 December 2013

Guitar/Vocals-Ryan Craven
Bass, Percussion-Matt Nischan
Violin-Hannah K Watson
Cello/Glockenspiel-Hillary Bauer

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Track Name: Run, Run, Run
Run, Run, Run

The streets are empty
So is my head
No time for thought tonight
I'm lost in the pattern of my own breath

Summer coming to a close
I've got miles behind me and miles to go
For now just me and the lamp post
These days I keep my goals so simple

Run, Run, Run

I don't know where
All I know is my legs will take me there

Run, Run, Run

The streets are empty
So is my bed
No time for sleep tonight
I'm lost in the pattern of my own steps, my own breath

Run, Run, Run

I don't know where
All I know is my legs will take me there

Run, Run, Run
Track Name: Cross Country: The Song
Cross Country: The Song

On your marks
Get set
Go

Get out
Get out, or get buried
Eyes up
Have your wits about you
There's elbows flying, blood gushing from your knee

I can't shoot no basketball
I can't make no team at all
I can't help if running away comes so natural

800
Two minutes and some number I can't ever really hear
Truth be told, I miss the sounds
Of even my own mother's cheers

The only words that come through clear
Coach screaming "Get your ass in gear!"

And the middle miles
Seem to float on by
Til that time you decide
On fight or flight
And laugh when you realize
They're really the same thing, right?

I can't punt or pass worth a lick
Catch me on the right day I've got one helluva kick
Come to my home course I'll show ya first hand kid
Track Name: Song for a Childhood Hero
Song for a Childhood Hero

Back when our lives ran parallel
Back when I thought I knew me well
Way before that last last lap bell
Peter if you've changed, brother I can't tell

Same as this road it all seems to stay the same
If anything is different it's only in a subtle way
Kinda like a tree after years of heavy rain
Despite all your growth, something's constant with the way your branches hang

Nostalgia hits and it's off to the races again
Going side by side down a side street with an old friend
Years removed
Same groove
We got the same roots

Ain't it fun to pretend
We're back in high school again
Don't know when we all grew into men
But I don't feel any different

I know now it looks smaller at 17
The world wide open, all mine for the taking
A boy and a dream, a track and a plan
Don't you wish it could all be so simple again?

Life to me is slow and oh so strange
Who'd have known the man would outlive the last name
More than anything, I think I miss the pain
And sharing it with some boys who seemed just as crazy

Ain't it fun to pretend
We're back in high school again
Don't know when we all grew into men
But I don't feel any different
Track Name: Another Northern Winter
Another Northern Winter

Madison, early January
The air is thin
The streets sheeted white

Not long now
Til the sun goes down

The city's vacant
All the students on study break
The landscape is a blanket
From campus to Camp Randall
From the forest to the frozen lake

No one around
See the air move, feel the wind howl
All the summer trails you trotted down
Have all but disappeared for now

The Capitol sidewalk seems fair for this time of year
I know this is just the start of another northern winter

Sure someday spring will come
Til then I'll keep this frozen air in my lungs
Run around this isthmus
I went home four days for Christmas
Stare across Mendota
The whole thing frozen over
Lose the skyline in the peripheral swirl

Of snow
Track Name: Ballad of the Injured Runner
Ballad of the Injured Runner

Monday morning I sprained my leg
By Tuesday started to compensate and
Strained my calf
Imagine that

Wednesday I was on the shelf
By Thursday I'd regained some health
Maybe Friday I can try to try again

Laid up all weekend

September started with pinched nerves
October opened with a stress fracture
My world's over
Ice and Ibuprofen
November got back on my horse
First race back on my home course
Wouldn't ya know?
Tripped into a hole

So they say it goes by all too fast
Ya and someday soon the past is just the past
It takes more than the biggest balls of brass
For every run ya done, could've been your last

Freshman year tending to tendonitis
As a sophomore, succumbed by bouts of bronchitis
Tell yourself "It's Okay, I'm only halfway"
Junior june full of hundred mile weeks
Senior sounds appropriate given the nature of my knees

La di da da la di da da
Ahh
La da ahhh

I will always recall my first real steps
How alive I felt going head to head
Neck and neck
No love loss, but still respect

When I'm too old to get around the track
I can close my eyes and I'll be right back
Shins aching, still every step worth taking

So they say it goes by all too fast
Ya and someday soon the past is just the past
It takes more than the biggest balls of brass
For every run ya done, could've been your last
Track Name: Looking Back
Looking Back

No more mornings dreaming of what could have been
No more of the stories you tell yourself so you can keep on sleeping in
I'm done living life like that
I'm done looking back

No more of this will I won't I, should I shown't I shit
When I make my move you can make your bet
This time it's gonna stick
The secret's the same as it always was
Because the secret is
There really isn't one

Off I run
Now I'm gone
Time keeps moving on