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Thank you for supporting us on the release of our debut album "The Devil's Doorbell" Space Cushion could not have pulled this off without the time, talents, and support of the following people: Scotty would like to thank the following people for their patience, support, time, and talent! This would not have been possible without them: My fam: Emily, Griffin, Harper; My partners in crime: Bill Corley, Kyle Bassett, Wes Cummings; The killer production team of Chris Foster and Jon Millican; my main man and "5th Cushion" Barry Welch. And in no particular order: Derek Carlin, Nola Brown, Rachel Elise, Derek Davis, Ben Mills, Jim Daeng Ostrander, Jenn Gober, Eddie Tran, Christopher Esbon Hipp, Chris Henry, Meagan Hipp, Ruby Tran, Dana Cooper, Eric Cooper, Bruce Ford, Karen Palm, Jennifer Hicks, Jen Clemons, Bret Bryon, Eric Dickerson, Margaret Dickerson, Tony Park, Danny Garcia, Robert Howard, Robert Hanz, Marc Harbison, Christine Ely, Ryan Redfern, Ray Lara, Townley Steili, Jeff Popka, Richard Bedell, Loris Lowe, Patrick Davis, Bobby Sharon, BDOE, CJ Morgan, Toby Ryan, Omar Vallejo, Skylar Harpole, Mike Boudreau, Heath Macintosh, Mio Hector Alvarado, Chris Didear, Matthew Coleman, Jonathan Palmer, Jacob AgJu Daniel, Veronica Ronnie B, Clint Parker, Melody Parker, Chris Reyna, Billy Perkins, Rob Hacker, Dave Erickson, Kevin Dodds, Kent Raffray, Jason Smith, Jacob Nehman, Jay Zeigler, Christy McBride Odom, Ann Jeffries, Catie Bailey, Steve Bailey, Lola Laruche, Carla Knowles (R.I.P.), Glen Ramsey, Josh Welch, Katie Welch, Aunjunee Saldivar, Micaela Obledo and so many others who have supported the music, been involved with the music, and/or became great friends!! More to come from the rest of the guys!! Song Lyrics:

Walk Away Somebody's pumping you full of shit When it gets tough you up and quit You always claimed to be a star Acting like this won't get you too far Pulled the rug out from under me Swept the dust under and threw away the key Your reasons don't make a bit of sense And I'm left here to clean up the mess Chorus: So walk away, walk away, yeah So walk away, walk away, yeah Get up and leave before you do the test But I guess that's what you do best See these folks standing in line They're the ones you left behind They gave you love, energy, and time In return you've turned your blind eye Like the wolf in the dead of night You had your feast and said goodnight With one breath you felled this house of sticks So this next one will be built of brick	Twilight You walk among the shadows Skulking in the dark Never feel the warmth of the sun Only hear the cry of the lark You never see the break of day Only play in the night Afraid someone might see How you look in the light Chorus: I can't tell you how to live I can't tell you how to love All I can do is offer you A piece of my advice I have seen the light I have seen the dark I have witnessed twilight And late nights in the park
Glendower Days Last night as I laid awake alone in my bed Some visions of the good life were dancing in my head The street where we once lived, so different so the same Same numbers, same houses, yet the faces have all changed All of us were friends there now we've gone our separate ways Chorus: On that street we laughed a lot, we cried a little, too Bust since that's what it's all about I guess that it will do Those days may be gone but inside me they remain My best friend lived down the street just past the sewer drain In the old brown house just a few steps down the street I never got to taste her, we always kept it neat Many a night spent but never in her bed Never really wanted it that way but I guess it's for the best Not too much to care about just the wood beneath our feet A place to hang, a place to sleep, something to drink and something to eat We rolled in the market lots and the banks of the Derriere Anywhere that it felt right and stayed out as late as we dared All of us were friends there now we've gone our separate ways	Black Cat The flowers that you wore The evening of the dance Brought to light my innocence I was fixed in a trance Chorus I didn't stand a chance I didn't stand a chance Against your... Putting on my coat Trying to play it cool Putting on my front Truth to be told I felt like a fool Golden as the sunshine Bluer than my past Smiling so spry Your test I could not pass
Confirmed Smell my flowers and taste my feast If I'm the most why do I get the least? Yesterday without me you would've died Today you only want to hide You're so tired, oh so beat Cuz you're tasting someone else's meat Chorus: I did not tell you what you wanted to hear I came forth and I faced my fears Now I see my suspicions confirmed I was too late, what a lesson I’ve learned I was standing in front of the drawer I was picking out some nails So I put them in the cross Then I nailed you to the wall Arms so long yet they can't reach Being sucked on by a leech My legs grow numb against the cold O my god, I've gotten old I can't see that far away I still can’t see you near me Maybe I need new glasses Or maybe I'll just skip my classes	Fortress Built my fortress, brick by brick Walls of marble six feet thick Swords are drawn, drawbridge is up Oil is hot, come and fill my cup Chorus: I don't want to be your slave No it's just your soul I crave I don't want to dig this grave But now I know it can't be saved Enemies storm my castle walls In the disguise of siren calls But I won't heed like I've done before Made my stand, now I'm prepared for war

Morality In Space Yesterday has come and gone And left me here all alone The forces that evade my goal Of living for tomorrow Chorus 1: Takes me so far away I can't wait for another day Oh maybe soon we will find a way If I lose then I will stay The supersonic turbo in my brain Releases broken vows with no name I'm sticking to it frame by frame And leave no room for your sweet pain Chorus 2: I see corruption in your face Dirty images take your place How do you handle the disgrace? When morality ends up in space

All lyrics by Scott M. Carlin © 2020 Pushin for the Cushion Music, BMI, except "Morality In Space"
by Jeremy Alexander © 1998, 2020 Thought Provoking Music, BMI. Reprinted with permission.


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