From the recording One Too Many
“Rooftops” by Seola Station
Recorded at Temple of the Trees Studio
Recordist: Joe Reineke
Mixed by Josh Tyrrell
Mastered by Rachel Field at Resonant Mastering, Seattle, WA
Ruth Haney - Vocals
Chad Konsak - Drums
Brian Sykes - Electric Bass
Matt Wetherholt - Electric Guitar
Brett “Pauly” Woodbury - Electric Guitar
Music and lyrics by Ruth Haney
Lyrics
The rooftops talk
In the dialect of the city where I happen to be
In my dreams they're a sea of clay
Speaking L.A.
I've lingered so long among the asphalt shingles of the Northwest
No one here knows down the coast the fine mess I made all those miles ago
All those miles ago
All those miles ago, and all those roads that rose up to meet me
The rain fell soft, the sun shone warm
Oh how he pleased me
All those miles ago
All those miles ago
The rooftops talk
In the dialect of the city where I happen to be
In my dreams they're a sea of clay
The rooftops watched
Had our fifteen minutes of playing the game
The rooftops watched
The sky dropped, my heart stopped beating his name
Oh, the rooftops talk
In the dialect of the city where I happen to be
In my dreams they're a sea of clay
And it's another day all those miles ago
In the land of let's be seen
This time around there's sand
There's sand on my feet
And the sky is where it should be
And this time it's a mess so fine
It don't need to be cleaned
The rooftops talk
The rooftops talk
No one here knows down the coast the fine mess I made all those miles ago
All those miles ago
No one here knows down the coast the fine mess I made all those miles ago
All those miles ago
The rooftops talk
In the dialect of the city where I happen to be
In my dreams they're a sea of clay
Speaking L.A.