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Analysis Paralysis
03:17
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The driving motivation from when you first wake up,
is not the same motivation from when you doze off.
And I've been trying to run away from all of my fears,
but my left leg's completely asleep and I'm completely in tears.
'Cuz if I smoked weed for everytime I've been happy in the past week or so
I'd still be the straight edge man you've learned to know.
And I've been thinking about this idea where everyone is dead,
and I've been imagining you all in my weirdly shaped head.
And if for some odd reason that thought were actually true
than the God upstairs would have some explaining to do.
But it's probably not true,and I just need some sleep.
But how can you sleep when all your thoughts are so damn deep?
And I've been thinking of better words to speak out of my mouth.
In the shower with hot water starting north and heading south.
I've come to realize that when I actually talk to you,
I say the ugly truth and that's just not something that I should do.
'Cuz if I smoked weed for everytime I've been happy in the past week or so
I'd still be the straight edge man you've learned to know.
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2. |
Going Out
03:08
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There's something in my way
'cuz I tend to misbehave,
and if everything goes my way,
I'm still not going out today.
There's something in my way
'cuz I tend to misbehave,
and if everything goes my way,
I'm still not going out today.
I'm going off the road in a haze of smoke.
Is this real life or just inside my head?
Is this the source of light hollywood seems to like?
This can't be the end. No I don't wanna be dead.
This ride is bound to hell.
Dead or alive it's a prison cell.
Living is high on demand,
and I've run out of souls to sell.
We're all just snobs.
Throw away your fake gods.
You think we're all at evens,
but honestly we're all at odds.
I'm going off the road in a haze of smoke.
Is this real life or just inside my head?
Is this the source of light hollywood seems to like?
This can't be the end. No I don't wanna be dead.
I'm going off the road in a haze of smoke.
Is this real life or just inside my head?
Is this the source of light hollywood seems to like?
This can't be the end. No I don't wanna be dead.
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Unseen and Obscene
03:36
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Follow my footsteps everyday.
Follow my footsteps everyway.
Whether you think it's right to do or say.
Just follow my footsteps everyday.
'Cuz somewhere between my body and the wall there is something strange.
It's like a ghost, it's unseen and obscene and it's calling my name.
Maybe there is something wrong with my brain.
I can't explain.
You followed my footsteps everyday
You followed my footsteps everyway
Whether you thought it was right to do or say
You followed my footsteps everyday
Somewhere between my body and the wall there is something strange.
It's like a ghost, it's unseen and obscene and it's calling my name.
Maybe there is something wrong with my brain.
I can't explain.
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4. |
Recycling Bag
02:48
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Shitty car and shitty neighborhood
We all know you did the best you could.
Shitty job and shitty pay
We all know how you'd spend your day.
There's nothing on TV
That's what you would say to me.
"There's nothing wrong with me"
Well that's what you would say to me.
And I hate how you didn't try.
I wish I never said that I cried.
You left an option for suicide
and no one's been the same since you died.
You were like a thrown away recycling bag.
Dancing around a landfill, wasted and sad.
I just felt beat down and dragged
when I saw you come out of your apartment in a body bag.
There's nothing on TV
That's what you would say to me.
"There's nothing wrong with me"
Well that's what you would say to me.
And I hate how you didn't try.
I wish I never said that I cried.
You left an option for suicide
and no one's been the same since you died.
You were like a thrown away recycling bag.
Dancing around a landfill, wasted and sad.
I just felt beat down and dragged
when I saw you come out of your apartment in a body bag.
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The Burning Bush
03:58
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I put a copy of Stuart Little 2 in my DVD player.
Turned off all the lights in my room
And I got super high.
Then I thought about all the people in my life.
And how I wish I never had to say goodbye,
but it all brushed through my head.
'Cuz I was super high.
I tried to write a song in my head.
But all of the thoughts that I had were dead
Just like the person that I had met when I looked in the mirror last night.
All of the moments and the memories we shared,
I have forgotten because I do not really care.
And all of the people that were important in my life,
well they're now dead, like my friends, my cat, and my ex-wife.
And all of the folks, I forgot what they said.
'Cuz there's smoke all around me and my eyes are bloodshot red.
To be or not to be, I think that was said by Bill Murray.
Or someone, I can't remember a thing.
But it doesn't matter, 'cuz I believe that I am truly nothing.
And I've spent all my money on these drugs,
that I don't even have enough to buy a gun.
Is this it?
Maybe when I perish I'll truly be someone.
All of the moments and the memories we shared,
I have forgotten because I do not really care.
And all of the people that were important in my life,
well they're now dead, like my friends, my cat, and my ex-wife.
And all of the folks, I forgot what they said.
'Cuz there's smoke all around me and my eyes are bloodshot red.
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