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erroneum It's so hard to choose just one favorite track; I find Help Me On My Way, Two Headed Man, Too Tired To Cry, and Finding more than worth to the spot, but I can only choose one. Of particular note is the chorus in Finding; I enjoy the whole thing, but find something special in the way "finding" is pronounced the first time the in the third chorus. I also find the two brass prelude soothing and beautiful. Favorite track: Help Me On My Way.
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The Wolfemann Probably the most thoughtful and meditative of the band's albums, I love every minute of it. Favorite track: Two Headed Man.
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Joahns Delakore Until I hear the rest, this is my favorite due to lyrical emotion and instrumentation. That, and always loved listen to operatic music (Opening/Closing). Favorite track: Help Me On My Way.
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Chorus: Come on, did you hear me, I’ll give 20 dollars more to help them little cats and dogs that have been shut out in the cold Hey mister (mister) Mister auctioneer I raise my hand So if you need those bids believe me I’m your man He walks with an air like he’s not in the room His eyes bright behind thin rimmed glasses A smile to disarm his potential opponents in the game With a flick of an ear he can hear any schemes you may have if your hand would appear is it your turn to share his might, in the figurative spot light Though you might want to ask him why, he’s got bigger things to buy. Chorus Is it personal greed or a need to be the last voice heard in a room full of rookies his name is known by all the go-fers, look, he’s droppin’ two hundred on some knitted loafers sometimes he’ll wait in the dark off the grid until he jumps and doubles the highest bid. Going once, going twice, 3, 4 times sold, to the man in the striped lab coat we all know this cat’s got claws and hey it all goes to a good cause. Chorus And with all of his charity auction prowess, you’d think that he’d pick up lots of enemies but no, he’s pretty much universally well-liked by everyone that’s met him Cause he never writes IOU’s or bounces checks, you can bet, when his hand is in the air, you had best not even dare Chorus, repeat and fade
Add one pound to the list of things that I won’t do Cook it for an hour and tell it it’s in love with you Butter up that skillet, turn around and fill it with the ice, to numb, the way that you have flambe’d me honey Lock the doors, close the blinds, and take the batteries out of that smoke detector, yeah Go ahead and add a pinch of lust, oh no, I think the cap is broken, oh well, the book said add to taste and this recipe has gotten me feelin rather creative if ya know what I’m sayin hahaha La La La La La Lovely pots and pans Why don’t you throw that turkey bacon, right out the window I don’t want no, light mayo, gimme the good stuff, I’m prepared You know that I can take it, and we could fry or bake it wrap it up, and keep, it in the freezer till we need it baby Won’t you be my kitchen aid, can you mix it up and all of those other functions, yeah well, put your apron on and measure me a heaping cup of sugar, you know that sweetness has effects on me that turns me into well, ya know just a sweeter kind of guy in general hahaha Here we go La La La La La Lovely pots and pans Listen now ya talkin’ to the master chef if you think cookin’ is a game well baby I’m the ref so, grab a beater, it’s nice to meet ya I’ll let ya taste the batter if you, can complete her I got the ingredients, for your experience talk your talk, I walk, cause this is serious you can keep actin’ like you know me, man. I’ma keep playin’ these pots and pans! Keep playin, keep, keep playin, I’ma keep playin’ these pots and pans Keep playin, I’ma keep playin, I’ma keep playin’ these pots and pans
One pair of hands, one set of shoulders a dandy deuce of matching thumbs he sports a ten pack of perfect fingers a shiny nail on every one a forking spine, cleft at the neck should that be plural? well I see a set of chins and matching noses two sets of eyes look back at me Everywhere he goes you hear dishes crash and bumpers smashing, people gasping, what the hey is it just me or is that a Chorus: Woah, two headed man, living with himself and him usin’ double the shampoo needs four goggles at the pool internet says it’s a scam, two headed man Two headed man bought himself a neck tie went down to the city to find a job The cafe’s and the restaurants wouldn’t have him Doors were locked before he could turn the knob he wandered the busy streets for hours until somebody pulled up in a van they said hey man, we need a roadie and you look like a guy who could use a hand Then he spent a year, tuning things and hauling gear until someone stopped to hear him sing bass and tenor at the same time because he’s a Chorus II: Woah, two headed man, singing background vocals with the band wish he had another hand always using two mic stands can’t get more attention than two headed man Does he have two hearts, does he have two souls can he control both brains, does he have two life goals and if you dated one head, would the other miss you if one had a cold sore, would the other kiss or would that be cheating, would the love be fleeting or would you stay and know you’ll make it through being two for one and one with two? Woah, two headed man, living with himself and him Woah, two headed man, on the evening news again Woah, two headed man, a miracle where he stands hard to sneak up on a guy who is a literal four eyes can you tell that I’m a fan got his faces on a stamp he’s a big star in Japan Two headed man
No lyrics. It's a brass band. Like it?
Waiting 04:29
Waiting for busses, waiting for planes Waiting for doctors to patch up your pains Waiting for lovers, waiting for peace Waiting for waiters and lazy police. Waiting for court dates, waiting for checks. Waiting to see if your name is called next. Waiting for movies, waiting for friends Wait for beginnings while hoping for ends. And through all this waiting we don't stop to see if the reason we're stalling is reason to be All the things in our minds we're wanting to be... But make sure you're in a right line. And some day if we wait we'll be fine. Theorize and justify reward must be greater, for giving up what you are sure you need, in exchange for something more later. Feel it ache. Feel it sting. Put down your anger as selfishness and find a new reason to sing. When it's cold. When it's late. What can be earned without needing to bleed? It's worth it so you have to wait. Stop with the guessing, don't look at the clock. The hours are laughing, the months only mock. Waiting forever is only a crime if You find that waiting is wasting your time.
Gimme the greenbacks and I’ll write the world The rest can save themselves We’re out of lifeboats don’t you see The pen to paper is an old battle cry the rest can lift their swords Gimme the tools and I’ll unhinge myself to fly but I fall I fall patiently reaching for the promises of greatness but tell me does that make me a fool for sitting quietly after I’ve been burned Chorus: The lights go down upon another day of walking in my sleep spinin’ my wheels at the plate the lights go down and as I’m waiting here I pray my mind to keep Only got so many years to stay help me on my way Gimme the green light and I’ll wreck the world I see no better end I’d rather light the fuse myself how do the lazy take up arms so fast your head would spin around beggin the wrong ones all to stay under their shoes they have it all I fall patiently, wondering if I could do it better, would I see the light or would I still be dying thinking silently of what I had done wrong Chorus Who am I trying to make happy here? I think about myself Is this a task I can complete... I fall patiently, pondering the consequence of madness, is it a cause or an effect of trying, working faithfully, to be exactly who you are Chorus x2
Lift your swords and find a heart to run it through The blade is cold. It needs a pulse to silence We have won, but now the dead are left to you to bury deep. The hallowed ground inside us. It is here. When I open up my mouth to try and let the creature out I am alone. Alone. Give in one time, give in one time, forever. Ah, to be lost at sea. To put down the lights on autumn nights, To wish upon a winter star to know inside that you’re alive and that your freedom’s real and you’re alone. Alone. Hate is too strong an emotion to feel for a person who’s given you reason to steal and to lie and to cheat and to beg at the feet of a... Lift your swords, it is late I have to go. Send me home with their sharp procession. Whisper soft, not to startle me as I am drained of that which trapped me on this island. See it pool. When this hard uncaring lump finds there’s nothing left to pump I’ll be alone. Alone.
Got a steel machine runnin with a man in hand wheels turn faster than his head can stand got that rare elixer, got that devil’s eye drowning ears never heard the other cry, too old to live and too young to die too old to live and too young to die Chorus: Oh oh oh oh You never can give it all Oh oh oh oh The steel machines are there to break your fall Got a steel machine runnin, gonna bear the wait hours no faster when the pain is great Can’t leave unless you play the game clip the fuse and hold back the rain but the message always reads the same but the message always reads the same Chorus (Solo break) Been 21 days since I saw the man. cut him wide open, have to dig again seeing what he took, and what the other gave still proud to call himself a slave you don’t get to buy yourself a grave you don’t get to buy yourself a grave Chorus x2 Rhythmic outro: hold me darlin’, hold me tight. Tell me everything will be alright. (repeated endlessly)
[Chorus] Too tired to cry, too wired to sleep And yet it is you I desire From billowing clouds to oceans too deep Set sail while my world is on fire Thorns in my side, and yet I'm awake Maybe I'm willing, or maybe I'm blind This sensation is something I cannot take But the pathway to my home, I can not find Kinder words, echoing praise [Chorus] Waiting for summers turned winters again Maybe it's time that I am alone And yet in these changes I've lost all my friends But I know it will be fine when I am home On linen sheets, safe and sound [Chorus] [Bridge] Skies of blue and fields of green While tufts of down skated your cheeks Seasons change, but I know we'll be alright I'll wait, I'll wait for you tonight [Chorus]
Searching 03:32
I know I’ve seen this place before the rocks beneath my soles feel safe the sky is clear the sun is warm but something else feels out of place maybe too may box cars on the track maybe too many houses on the street but you know you’ve gotta keep ‘em comin’ back gotta keep ‘em beggin for mercy Chorus: What we find in searching may be what the enemy has planted but if patience pays we might not find ourselves alone at night Running won’t bring back my feet sleeping won’t bring back my dreams waiting only gets me as far as tomorrow as many times as I can stand you never grasp unless you reach you never find until you seek try me once again let’s see how strong I am Chorus Baptize me with rocks and stones hurt me any way you can tell me that I am alone tell me he’s a broken man But I’m not ready; not enough for you I know there’s only one way out of this town and if I’m gonna drop, stop the clock I’m down for the count [guitar solo] Chorus
Finding 05:02
So, now I can see, that in finding you somehow you’ve been my only hope, my only thought, my peace and now that you’re with me, instead of finding it right now together we will wait, till I can get some sleep Every rock I’ve overturned Stuck my head in every door Pull the curtains, hit the lights I don’t want to see the lack of any forward progress But I can tell that I get closer each day another lead, another hint that pulls me, to another place and I feel the light behind my head as I jump into the dark, but there it is I swear it, there it is. Chorus Let’s ignore the task itself focus just on what we want tunnel vision and no map if we trip on it we might not know what’s hit our feet before Another time I would have said that I had all I wanted I was an island to myself If I could choose myself again I don’t know how I’d stand me I’d pass me off to someone else Chorus Woah
At Long Last 03:28
The bright and shining glory The tale of golden thread Run until your footsteps match the music that you’re fed The pieces in your story make up what’s in your head When I see you through the smoke rings can’t remember what you said Chorus: But at long last I had you But at long last I had Now we see it melting the crystals pink and blue See it spin, the ribbons fly, entangled, me and you And while the strands are lifting I think of what we do to keep the years from slipping past and biting what you chew Chorus Bridge: And the way that I feel and the way that you kill me Every time you take my breath away And the way that I can’t see straight when we’re apart And the way that you show me things that I never knew I could know about myself just bring your arms into mine and steal my heart Feeling this connection much bigger than we are Let it fill us both so we can see it’s really not that far And when you got inside my head I think of all the poets that I haven’t read And how they must have thought of you somehow But at long last I had you But at long last I had Bridge + Chorus, repeat and fade


For the last 4 years, the group has been recording, writing, improving, and growing as musicians. Waiting is the band's 5th effort, and this time, we think we got it right. The album has more pain, laughter, introspection, and light than we thought we could ever pour out, and now we want to share it with you.

"Waiting" is Look Left's try at a cohesive package. Tracks 4 through 14, the meat of the album, tell a story very dear to Jared's heart. It's been a hard couple of years, and this is what came out of it. Never thought we'd make it to 5.

Look Left records everything themselves, on equipment they bought. Entirely DIY, they have no support from any label, company, or benefactor. Want to take a listen?


released July 4, 2013

All music was written, performed, produced, and engineered by Jared Clark,
with the following exceptions:
Vocals and writing on 13, arrangement on 10, and lyrics on 11 by Matt Royek.
Bass on 3, 7, 9, 12, 14, and 15, by Derek Wilber
Track 15 co-written by Wilber and Clark.
Horns provided by Waiting Brass (Trombone: David Whitford and Jared Clark, Euphonium: Mere Pouewells and Anthony Achille, Tuba: Matthew Royek)

Mastered by Garrett Haines at Treelady Studios in Pittsburgh, PA
Disc art by:
Album Design by Teh Fuzz; Lettering by TJ Walston
Special thanks to: Derek, for letting us use his camera for the photos; Kitt3ns, for his continued support of kittens and puppies everywhere; Andrew Cotts, for being a massive part of our live shows. Even though you've moved away, sharing a stage with you is always a pleasure. I'm lucky to be able to play with a talent like yours.; Matt Royek, for his lyrics, emotional support throughout our college times together. You're a true friend and an integral part to our shows; and You, for supporting us by picking up this album.

Dedicated to Zed. Couldn't have done this without your continued love and support, no matter how little I deserve it.


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Look Left Phoenix, Arizona

Look Left was formed in 2008 when Jared Clark (Vocals/Acoustic Guitar) decided he wanted to be a rock musician. He went out into the harrowing Northwestern Pennsylvania tundra, bought a microphone and started recording. He was joined by Derek Wilber (Bass), Andrew Cotts (Guitar/Backing Vocals), and Matt Royek (Cajon/Percussion/Oddjobs).

LATER after graduating the college, Jared continues alone.
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