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The second studio album of Summer Holds The Earth finds it's main character atop the mountains of Larksville, PA, staring into the mesmerizing view of the powerlines who straddle it's apex, oblivious to his family that has fallen apart and the loss of his love referenced in the first EP, "Friends Without Benefits."
As he sits upon the mountain, his eyes grow red and cloudy, his heart longing for a more simple time where the most he had to worry about was the smoke in his lungs and the kids down the street. Those times have long passed. His family has disintegrated, but in the end, those red eyes grow clear, those clogged lungs now open, and the once broken trust now mended.
He has found acceptance that he is Posted away from his childhood, and now understands that the struggles in life are more like lessons, learned the hard way, that he would not trade for anything.

This record is surely a portrayal of struggle and redemption.
This is POSTED.
This record is Time Table Records Collective #5 (TTRC#5).

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released March 1, 2013

Mixed and mastered by Joe Loftus and Jay Preston at JL Studios in Wyoming, PA on 1/6/13, 1/26/13, 1/27/13, 1/28/13, 2/21/13, and 2/25/13.
Produced by Summer Holds The Earth

Nate Harbaugh: drums
Derek Jolley: guitar/vocals
James Jaskolka: bass/vocals
Dan Washington: guitar

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Track Name: Khunda
Nothing gets me like the smell of reds or the feeling that I get rolling down the hill at West Side Tech.
Nothing's gonna change my mind, I think about here all the time;
No one stay here very long and no one dies they just move on.
I can't believe I'm on my own: nothing left to fucking show.
No one stay here very long and no one dies they just move on.

The reasons why I love you are the reasons why I hate you;
I'm living in a world I sorely wish you can relate to.
Why do I always give up and come back to you?

Save me while we're posted, away from each other.
Save me; no regrets, no remorse, no recover.
This time I'm on my own…
Track Name: Introspection
"In life, somethings are worse than death."

…and I'll count the days 'til I see your face
but I'm the meantime I'm doing just fine,
and I'm doing alright on starry nights under powerlines.

I was the one you all despised.
I found love through a clouded mind.
I took medicine unprescribed last summer.

I won the race but lost the prize through solidarity and bloodshot eyes.
I took medicine unprescribed last summer.
The leaves change as the summer dies so thank God I realized and finally found myself through introspection.

If it's a hell of a thing to see the ones you love disappear then it's a hell of a thing at the end of a year.
This time I won't be fooled.
Track Name: Throwing Stones
You you watched me fall and didn't lift a finger to help at all.
We were throwing stones if I recall,
and the last thing I remember will be the first thing I forget and looking back on last September makes me understand why I called you back,
and I let go of it for the sake of Larksville and a candle left unlit.
Track Name: Indian Summer
Healthy habits have no limits: exponentially increasing.
Summer's not over but ice is forming on the towers that comfort me.
Life is never a guarantee and it grows harder to disagree.
I live the life of a hypocrite still wondering if I give a shit.

Always moving, never stopping, nothing keeps me up from dropping:
Heart still beating, lungs still coughing.

I have no one to blame but myself.
I feel separate from everyone else.
I spent hours alone by myself.
No one can save you when you're stuck in hell
and nothing can stop an indian summer.

I cannot help that I fucked up, and I wish I wasn’t stuck.
I wish I could wake up from this indian summer...
Track Name: Titans
...and I am not a pastor,
but here I am again preaching to no end,
and I am not a doctor,
I'm just a friend willing to lend a hand.
I am your friend
so don't fuck with me.
Your lies are fading...

....away.
Track Name: I'll Sleep When I'm Home
Rain kept falling harder on my long and lonely drive
and I couldn't help but wonder If I ever even fucking crossed your mind cause I'm insane for the moment:
I let it pass when I should have owned it.
Look what I've become: a sad excuse for love.

Philadelphia's in my memory: the rest I let erode.
I drove through the left lane to get to your house:
a little dirt road right above Norristown
While sharing my sheets so you wouldn't be cold,
I'm thinking out loud:

I'll sleep when I'm home
cause I'm insane for the moment:
I let it pass when I should have owned it.
Look what I've become: a sad excuse for love.
Track Name: Crepehanger
And I tried so hard to break into your heart
to find some evidence to ease my restless head.
I'm a pessimist.
I give up cause I can't adjust.
And I prayed for so long that you'd find a ride home.
I miss my level head,
the comfort of my bed.
and everything you said:
I'm fucking over it.
Track Name: I'll be the fist, you be the wall.
Don't give me reasons to hope the seasons will heal the wounds that you left untreated.
Don't talk of violence to break the silence.
He's been around for years.
Don't even try to hide it.

Falling is fun until you hit the ground when little parts of you scatter around.
I fucking hope to God, we’ll end up safe and sound
but If my head is in two places, then which part concentrated?

I'll be the fist if you be the wall.
I'll be the first to watch you fall.
Track Name: Lost In Translation
She packed her bags and crossed the solid line that says:
“the feeling's always lost in time.”
While wars are waging I will pass the time under the powerlines.

And all I want is this: a side of you well-hid,
and all I want to see is a different side of me.

Last night the thoughts crept back inside my head:
the kind of thinking that should best stay dead.
I thought I saw myself a younger man
curled up inside the van
with no attention span.

And all I want is this: a side of you well-hid,
and all I want to see is a perfect family...

...but I got over it.
Track Name: Fires In November
Fires in November warm the night and the burning shards of newspaper go floating up like kites.
You know I miss the summer 'cause I hate what I've become and the fire lends itself to all the things that I've done wrong.

Up in flames: That time in life is over.
I've become sane; I've become sober.
Teary-eyed and drunk, driving through the dark,
keep your seatbelt on; make sure it's not coming apart.

Those of us who punch holes in our walls don't understand that nothing at this age matters at all.
Change is for the better though the road ahead seems so unclear and I still wear the sweaters that you bought for me last year.

Up in flames: That time in life is over.
I've become sane; I've become sober.
Teary-eyed and drunk, driving through the dark,
keep your seatbelt on; make sure it's not coming apart.