<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615947202240826116</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:06:17.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anywhere But Home</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handxguns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615947202240826116/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handxguns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Handxguns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171476611600965700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5obfngUlELM/S922Cb51m6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VJm_IuU8A80/S220/webcover.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615947202240826116.post-5406015271206579666</id><published>2010-05-02T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T19:01:56.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anywhere But Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5obfngUlELM/S93Z5588NQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pcXJ1Z6hIrA/s1600/webcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5obfngUlELM/S93Z5588NQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pcXJ1Z6hIrA/s320/webcover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466765111529846018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So here are all the lyrics, liner notes and thank yous for our new e.p "Anywhere But Home".  We are really proud of all the work we put into them and we couldn't be happier with the outcome. Please learn these and sing along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; -Handguns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Own Captain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;(Lyrics By Jacob Langley)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's nothing left for me in this  sleeping town, I'm leaving tonight and I wont see you around. I'll run  run until my tires go bald, clock me out and ignore my calls. I know  that you think I'm sinking, the trench I'm digging is growing deep. But I  would rather inhale dirt and water than let roots grow beneath my feet.  On the open road or on the open water, I don't remember how to get home.  All the years wasted, all the time I spent. Hope you get it, hope you  comprehend. Sell all my things, burn down my home. We don't need help  because were going alone. I'll pound my fists until my knuckles bleed,  we wont give in, we wont admit defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;After wasting 6  years of my life in college and working jobs I hated I realized with the  help of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;band and the  opportunities given to me by many of my friends in bands that the only  way I was going to find happiness or be even close to where I wanted to  be was to be out rid of my apt and all the things around me that I no  longer needed. Follow the roads that make sense to you and find  happiness wherever you can find it - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Jake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two Weeks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;( Lyrics By Brandon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gepher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; * Lyrics in red by Taylor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Eby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Two weeks in, I got this feeling that I  could not stand you. Two weeks in, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I got this feeling that I kind of  hate you&lt;/span&gt;. Your Mother's front porch when you threw your bags down(the  whole town could see us). What did you think was going to happen?(no one  could see us). This is potentially the worst thing that's happened to me  and I wont deny it, because I'm in denial. Months go by, you shoot that  smile that gets you your way. The fool that I play, I'm back in your  bed tonight. And although we're young, we said that we'd make this  count. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So take your bags and get the hell out of town. SO take your  bags, because I don't need you around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;The first version of this song can be found on our first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;EP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MMIX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Most of the lyrics for this song were written by Brandon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gepher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We decided to rerecord this because a lot of people like this song. When it came time to do the vocals &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; felt like the song needed a second verse and few other small changes. I hope everyone loves the new version as much as the old one. Make sure to check out Brandon's new band www.myspace.com/selahselahmusic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Jake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pave The Way&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;(Lyrics By Taylor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Eby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jake and I have been sleeping in the  van a mile from his house this week, because we know who we want to be.  Friends and families always try to shut us down, but that's okay, we're  paving our own way. The only homesick that i get, is sick of being home  and there's another eleven days before we're on the road and if we don't  leave any sooner, I swear to god that I'll explode. So let the miles  stretch further than we know, we're holding on to this dream and we'll  never let go. And you'll never see the sights that we're about to see,  and you'll never make memories like these. And I cant help but laugh at  all the things you need to be content because all i need is this dream  and my friends. A sleeping bag and this van. And at night i lie awake  thinking about the other side of the United States, and at night I lie  awake. I know we'll make it some day, we're paving our own way and  you'll never make memories like these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;This song is all about pursuing your dreams and living them. This band  is something that I hold very close and any chance I can get to feel  like I'm on the road I take it even if its something crazy like sleeping  at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-mart a mile from Jake's house in 20 below weather. I think I  can speak for all of the band that we are all more content in the van  then our own homes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harbor Water&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;(Lyrics By Taylor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Eby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Jacob Langley)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought I was content with her the  day that I left town. But the snow falling down in Philadelphia is  proving me wrong. Shes got my heartbeat racing and I can't stop singing. Shes got my heart in the palm of her hand and I can't  find any of my friends. Shes got my heart in the palm of her and and I  don't care if I ever find my friends. And I'd drink dirty harbor water  just to see if this could go farther. So we sit staring at each other,  lets make this night last forever, and I don't want to go back  home(home!), same damn town, same toll road. And I am freezing  cold(cold!) without your hand to hold. She had my heart in the palm of  her hand, I hope that I see her again. She had my heart in the palm of  her hand, but I drove home alone in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I had recently just started dating this girl and I went to Philadelphia  to see some of my friends. We had gone to some lame college party at  someones house. I was seated on this couch next to this girl who started  to talking to me. I was so lost in conversation with her, that time had  gone by so fast and all of my friends were nowhere to be found. I  haven't seen her since then. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;This song has one of my favorite lines of the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. " I would drink dirty harbor water " if anyone of you have ever been to the inner harbor in Baltimore Md then you would know that its a rat, oil, trash, and waste infested cesspool if you drank the water from the harbor you would need your stomach pumped and would most likely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;halucenate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But we all do crazy stuff for girls it comes from the whole " I would eat _____ out of her _____ to ______ " -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Jake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last Year&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Lyrics By Taylor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Eby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Looking back on those last two years, I  ask my self: "Was it even worth it?" I know i tried way to hard to just  to make this perfect. And I should of let it go when I had the chance,  and it's sad to see you making friends with everyone you hated. I know, I  know that things aren't the same as last year. I hope, I hope you're  dying without me there. And I've finally come to terms and learned to  let you go. And I had to learn it the hard way that you were just a  mistake, so I'm leaving, I'm leaving you behind. And I should of let it  go when I had the chance. You tried to break this boy but all I did was  bend, and I learned I'm better off without you in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Needless to say, this is a very bitter song. I spent two years of my  life with someone and the way it ended made me feel like I wasted all of  my time and effort. After all was said and done, she began to date  someone who she would always complain to me about it and started to try  to fit in with people she would have never been around before. I spent  last year trying to convince her that she was being someone she's not  but eventually I decided it was best to just let it go and let her  realize herself that she was wrong -Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fingers Crossed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Lyrics By Jacob Langley)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is it sad that I look forward to  when you hug me goodbye, because it's the only time that I get to hold  your body close to mine. So I'll hold my breath, cross my fingers and  try to get through to you. Hold my breath, cross my fingers and drive  the whole night through. I know how, how you feel, I feel the same way  too, but I know that, that you hide it better than I do. So I'll hold my  breath, cross my fingers because I just want to be with you. Hold my  breath, cross my fingers because I will always love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Sometimes you meet that girl that makes you do crazy things. Don't ever hesitate when it comes to your heart. Cross your fingers and hope for the best. Don't let time, distance, or "situations" come between you and what your heart says. Because it's ALWAYS worth the wait, its NEVER to far to drive and the "situations" can  ALWAYS be changed. - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anywhere But Home&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;(Lyrics By Taylor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Eby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Jacob Langley)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somewhere between St. Paul and  Sioux City, Jake fell asleep at the wheel, I woke up to the rumble  strips and then it all became so real: that there's no one at home  waiting for me and there's nothing that i miss at all, it may be because  of the life that I choose but when you've got nothing, you've got  nothing to lose. And I wonder what it will be like when I get back home.  Will my friends still drink in my garage or will she ever pick up her  phone? I don't want to read the same book again, just hit the gas get on  the road and never let this end. I'd rather play three chords to three  kids, than spend one more day there, complaining about my dead end job  not getting me anywhere, and it's more than just a tour, more than just  these songs, its the feeling of know that this is, this is everything  we've got(don't let it go). Its ten p.m. in Washington and the show just  let out. I'm in some dirty bathroom stall just trying to cool down.  Nate's outside loading the van, smoking a cigarette that he found in a  trash can, Marco just got kicked for twenty bucks in gas. Jake's at the  front door begging for change. We've got make this money last. I'd  rather play three chords to three kids, than spend one more day there, complaining about my dead end job not getting me anywhere, and it's more than just a tour, more than just these songs, its the feeling of know that this is, this is everything we've got. And there's no place  that I'd rather be than stuck in this van with you three. DON'T LET IT GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Taylor and I wrote this song on the full U.S tour we just did while driving from Phoenix, AZ to Tuscon, AZ at that point we had just made a 1,237 mile trip from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Az&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with NO money after our west coast dates were lost due to bad planning on my part coupled with being robbed at the house we were stupid enough to sleep at in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We had not eaten in days and were totally broke. Even with all of the bad things that had happened we all ( except for our fill in drummer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Jordi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who wanted to kill us ) agreed that even though we had just went through the fire so to speak we were happier in the back on a van running on fumes and spare change than we would ever be at home working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;          We made that trip from WA to AZ to meet up with our friends in The Wonder Years to play three shows that they got us on last minute and in a very real sense saved us from being absolutely screwed without them and several street corners and many trash cans we dug food out of we would most likely still be stranded out there. True friends are hard to find! Dudes who you can call from 3500 miles away who care enough to do what they not just hard to find but they are once in a lifetime. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Jake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Bands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- The Wonder Years, Man Overboard, With the Punches, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;STS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Carridale&lt;/span&gt;, Rad The Band,  Signs of Hope, Close Your Eyes, I Call Fives, No Bragging Rights, Second to Last, I Am Alaska, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Deadlights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, Borderland, Valley Lights, The Working Dead, Go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Rydell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, IA62, Dead &amp;amp; Dreaming ,&lt;br /&gt;Forever Came Calling, You Vandal, Away With You, Going Gone, My Only Escape, Left Astray, Get A Life, To New Beginnings, Protagonist, Van Damage, Ivy Leauge, A Loss For Words, Number 9 Hard, Direct Hit, Beyond City Lights, Whatever Band Joe Hollywood Is In Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; - John James Ryan Jr, Dan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Campbell&lt;/span&gt;, Drew Conte, Chris and Karen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Eby&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Nik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Bruzzese&lt;/span&gt;, Dustin Wallace, Christmas Egar, Dave &amp;amp; Marla Langley, Jesus and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Cassidy&lt;/span&gt; from WA, Jeff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Hansbourgh&lt;/span&gt;, Kevin Layton Brian, Drew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Magid&lt;/span&gt;, Colby Black, Brandon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Gepher&lt;/span&gt;, Cody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Bunce&lt;/span&gt;, Eli Gibb, Nick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Fotini&lt;/span&gt;, Ian Berry, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Jarod&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Kroh&lt;/span&gt;, Nate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Hartwig&lt;/span&gt;, David &amp;amp; Marla Langley Tucker &amp;amp; Mike  from KY, Onion Jack, Mikey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Raffiqi&lt;/span&gt;, Andy Oberlin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Jordi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Faytte&lt;/span&gt;, Kevin  from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Punxy&lt;/span&gt;, Mike &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;STS&lt;/span&gt;, Travis &amp;amp; his wife from 29 palms,  The Office, Josh Hurst, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Calin&lt;/span&gt; Scull, Cj Wilson, David Florey Sr, Paul Signs, The State of Texas, Rick, Josh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rob Hackert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG THANKS - To Nik Bruzzesse for fucxin hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;CREDITS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorded  - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Mixed&lt;/span&gt;  -  Produced - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Jixed&lt;/span&gt;  Hard As Hell -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Nik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Bruzzese&lt;br /&gt;Mastered by - Gradwell House&lt;br /&gt;Art Work - Layout - Design - Jacob Langley&lt;br /&gt;All Music - Handguns&lt;br /&gt;Guest Vocals By -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nik Bruzzese and James  Corbi On "Last Year"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booking - handgunsbooking@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615947202240826116-5406015271206579666?l=handxguns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handxguns.blogspot.com/feeds/5406015271206579666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://handxguns.blogspot.com/2010/05/anywhere-but-home-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615947202240826116/posts/default/5406015271206579666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615947202240826116/posts/default/5406015271206579666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handxguns.blogspot.com/2010/05/anywhere-but-home-lyrics.html' title='Anywhere But Home'/><author><name>Handxguns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12171476611600965700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5obfngUlELM/S922Cb51m6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VJm_IuU8A80/S220/webcover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5obfngUlELM/S93Z5588NQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pcXJ1Z6hIrA/s72-c/webcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
