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We all have times in our lives when we move from one thing to the next; a period of transition. Produced for my senior project, this album is for the most transitional period of my life.

Never stop moving forward.

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released June 2, 2017

Lyrics | David Kalsow
Production | David Kalsow
Ukulele | David Kalsow
Drums | Jordan Wipf
Bass | Thomas Abel
Electric | Alan Gilbertson
Banjo | Alan Gilbertson

Thank you to everyone who helped make this project more amazing than anything I ever could have imagined.

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Driftwood Resonance is David Kalsow, a developing singer-songwriter from Wisconsin. With story driven lyrics and simple melodies, he believes there is always hope.

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Track Name: Paper Castles
Beardless and full of life
We rode down on our bikes
To the old railroad station

Everyday the same old shelves
Freshbooks to fantasize ourselves
A brand new world's temptations

We gambled our names and won
A paper castle to build for fun

We were dubbed the Knights of Cardstock
Defenders of the Writes of Heart Aught
Brandishing exacto swords and rubber band slings
Against the cubicle creatures with the ninety five wings
Nothing could defeat us within our walls
Our paper castle standing tall

Step by step and page by page
You were the instruction sage
I just kinda watched with elation

Instead of mortar and bricks
Hot glue and popsicle sticks
A Print Kingdom came to creation

Each peasant the size of a pin
We were rulers of every inch

We were dubbed the Knights of Cardstock
Defenders of the Writes of Heart Aught
Brandishing exacto swords and rubber band slings
Against the cubicle creatures with the ninety five wings
Nothing could defeat us within our walls
Our paper castle standing tall

The problem with paper is that it tears
We start to grow up and grow facial hair
We traded our two wheels for four
Let those dragons knock down the door

We are given a supply of cardstock
Pretenders then, now we watch the clock
We traded our fun and imaginary guns
For a pile of paper green ones
I’ll always remember a time
That these hours can’t fill
You and I
and our paper castle
Track Name: Scenic Route
Let's take the scenic route up to the mountain top.
Although it's miles away, no, we ain't gonna stop.

Grey eyes and dark skies
That's the price to pay to see the sunrise
8 wanderers with restless souls

Musician and a poet, writer and a preacher
Driver and a dancer, lumberjack and dreamer
All searching for the same thing

With former limb of tree in hand
No map or compass but a rough plan
They set off on foot for the hill
Singing

Let's take the scenic route up to the mountain top.
Although it's miles away, no, we ain't gonna stop.

Mossy stone walls and half a roof
A dirt floor trampled under hoof
They called it home for the morning

They unpacked the back-packed rucksack
And tighten the hammocks slack
While the flames ate their fill of feed

They kept their eyes on the horizon
Watchin' the dance of the sun
Together they stood, ready for the world

Let's take the scenic route up to the mountain top.
Although it's miles away, no, we ain't gonna stop.

They didn’t find what they were looking for on the top of the hill
But in their companions and the morning still
They found the Father in the midst of the clouds
For His love will always shine through the shroud

Let's take the scenic route up to the mountain top.
Although it's miles away, no, we ain't gonna stop.
Brothers and Sisters, here we go

Let's take the scenic route up to the mountain top.
Track Name: Wisconsin Winters
She says she’s jealous of the pillows I hold
“It should be your arms keeping out the cold
And these cozy fleece blankets that wrap me up
Could never really be enough.”

Wisconsin winters can be chilly
But you know that I always will be

The one to grab your hand and twirl you around
To kiss your lips when they turn to a frown
To hold you close in the frigid air
To run my fingers through your tangled hair
No matter the snow storms
I will keep you warm

With just a little magic, we took a trip south
To a fairy tale kingdom, ruled by a mouse
She gets excited by the fireworks gleam
I couldn’t stop smiling when I got to a knee

I love you more than words can say
Won’t you spent the rest of your life with me?

Wisconsin winters can be chilly
But you know that I always will be

The one to grab your hand and twirl you around
To kiss your lips when they turn to a frown
To hold you close in the frigid air
To run my fingers through your tangled hair
No matter the snow storms
I will keep you warm
Track Name: How Could (The Feast of the Prodigal)
There once was a son who said
“Dad I wish you were dead
I want my inheritance now!”

The Father could have said
“Now son just go to bed
Tomorrow your only friend will be the plow”

But instead
With hands and tongue like lead
He gave his son the share deserved

The son took it all and fled
A big town to lay his head
Wasted wealth and want, new masters he serves

As he dines with swine, he whines
“I wanna go home!
But how could I?
How could he?”

How could he love me
after all that I have done?
How could I be his heir?
How could he call me “son”?
How could I come to his table
Eat and drink to my fill?
I'm surely not able.
How could he love me still?

The Father watched the road
Hoping his son would show
No sign of him for a such a long while

See there! Moving slow
He jumped up and he started to go
The son watched his father run a mile

The father held him close
Kissed his face even though
The stench was putrid and vile

The tears fly from eyes he cries
“I’m finally home;
But my debt is still owed
Make me a slave of your own”

How could you love me
after all that I have done?
How could I be your heir?
How could you call me “son”?
How could I come to your table
eat and drink to my fill?
I'm surely not able.

Just then the father interrupted
“I have waited many days for your return
Dear son your mind has been corrupted
My love is not something you can earn”

I will always love you
Though I know what you’ve done
You’re my child, my heir
My dear beloved son
Come to my table
Eat and drink to your fill
You surely are able
How could I not love you still?