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KEEP ME OUT OF THE SUN LIGHT
I'LL WILT AND WITHER
I'M UNIMPRESSED WITH YOUR SCOWLING EYES
CONSIDER THIS GOODBYE
GOODBYE
JUST GO
YOU THOUGHT THAT I SANK THIS SHIP
BUT NO, NOT MY LOOSE LIPS
THEY WERE TOO BUSY
BLOWING DEPERATE AIR INTO THE SAILS FOR YOU
BUT I COULDN'T WASTE IT BECAUSE THAT AIR
COULD'VE BEEN USED TO TELL YOU HOW TO DO IT YOURSELF
OH, AND ALL THIS TIME I WAS THE ONE WHO NEEDED THAT HELP
TO SAVE YOU FROM MYSELF
I HOPE THIS PEN DIES
I'M TIRED OF WRITING THIS THING
I WON, IT'S OVER
THE LINES HAVE BEEN DRAWN
AND I'M NOT TIRING FROM DOING ALL OF THIS DRINKING
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.357
02:10
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WHAT'S KEEPING ME HERE?
MAYBE MY FRIENDS.
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MOLD
01:35
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DAILY LIVING IN DISASTER
I'M COUGHING UP MY COFFEE WITH PLASTER
IN THIS HOME, A MONEY PIT OF SHIT
TWO FALLING STORIES
I'M WHAT'S LEFT OF IT
WELL, I CAN'T SLEEP AT NIGHT
WITH RELENTLESS WHISPERS IN MY EARS
MISERY HAS ALWAYS HATED MY COMPANY
IT'S BEEN THIS WAY FOR YEARS
STUCK STARING AT THE CEILING
I'M FUCKED AND LOSING ALL FEELING
I DIGRESS
NO LONGER AFRAID TO ADMIT
THAT I LOVE FADING AWAY
I'VE MADE MY BED
AND IT'S WHERE I LAY
I'M DROWNING IN BILLS, THESE PILLS
I PRAY TO HELL THAT THEY DON'T KEEP ME AWAKE
I WON'T MAKE THIS BED TOMORROW
OR THE FOLLOWING DAYS
YOU'LL BE FROWNING
I'LL BE LAUGHING AND I HOPE YOU LIE IN IT
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I KNOW NOW
JUST WHERE YOU OUGHT TO BE
MILES AWAY
JUMPING SHIP, SWIMMING AHEAD
BETTER A SHARK THAN ME
YOU LOOK PITIFUL
CLOTHES ARE FILTHY AND SOAKED IN BLEACH
I'M GETTING GOOD AT PUSHING YOU OUT THE WAKE
WELL, THAT'S MY CUTE ANGLE
TO A CERTAIN DEGREE
I KNOW THAT YOU KNOW
AIN'T THAT HARD TO BELIEVE
HARDLY, POSSIBLY
ALL PARTS OF ME ARE STUCK
AND FILLED WITH DOUBT
SPENDING MY NIGHTS
CURSING AND SCREAMING THE DEMONS OUT
COME OUT AND PLAY, CONTEMPLATE
I'M HANGING MY HEAD IN SHAME
DON'T KNOW WHERE I'LL GO
I DON'T WANT TO BE FOUND
DON'T TRY TO CALL ME OR COME BY
I WON'T MAKE A SOUND
DON'T TRY AND CONTACT ME
I'LL JUST LET YOU DOWN
I'M GONNA LET YOU DOWN
WELL, YOU KNOW NOW
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VACANCY
01:49
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ONE LAST PULL ON MY BLINDS
BEFORE I CLOSE THESE EYES
I'VE BEEN FUCKED UP FOR DAYS
DEAD IN BED I'VE BEEN LAYING TO WASTE
THIS VACANCY IS KILLING ME (IN HERE)
WHAT YOU CAN'T SEE HAS BEEN HAUNTING ME
FOR SO MANY GODDAMN YEARS (WHOA IS ME)
WHY DO I FEEL EMPTY IN HERE?
WHY DO I FEEL SO FUCKING ALONE AGAIN?
WELL I'VE GOT NOWHERE TO GO
AND NO ONE TO LOVE ME
LEAVE ME, LOSE ME, LET ME GO
OR PUT ME DOWN (WHEN AND WHERE)
I BELONG SIX FEET BELOW
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FREQUENCY
01:23
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LEFT ALONE
I'M AFRAID OF HOW MUCH TIME I HAVE LEFT
WHEN RAZOR BLADES WANT TO MISBEHAVE
I'M DROWNING IN THE FREQUENCY, FREQUENTLY
I'VE BEEN PRACTICING THESE LITTLE THINGS
IN FORM OF THERAPY TO FEEL NO PAIN
BUT I CAN'T FEEL A THING
FADING CURRENTLY IN THE FREQUENCY, FREQUENTLY
WHEN I'M GONE, I'M GONE AWAY
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NOT AROUND
01:46
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SUN UP/SON DOWN
02:48
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IT TOOK ME 3 YEARS TO FINISH THIS THING
WITH SO MUCH SALT IN THE EYE
MOMENTS AFTER I FLED UP THE STAIRS
YOU PASSED AWAY
DON'T KNOW IF I CAN EVER FAKE IT
THIS TEMPO'S BEEN DRAGGING ME DOWN
MY VOICE IS BREAKING
MY HANDS ARE SHAKING
STRUMMING THIS MEMORY
YOU'RE A SOUND
SCENTS OF FOLGER'S AND ARAMIS
SOMEHOW STILL CLING TO THE AIR
ALONG WITH SCATTERED CIGARETTE ASHES
THAT YOU HAD MIS-FLICKED IN YOUR CHAIR
YOU KNEW THAT I WOULD CLEAN THEM UP
AS SOON AS YOU SLIPPED AWAY
BUT FROM THAT CHAIR, A SULLEN STARE
WAS ALL YOU HAD LEFT
I WISH YOU HAD STAYED
SAT DOWN, UPSET ON THAT HOSPICE BED
WHERE YOU HAD LAID TWENTY-SEVEN DAYS
MORPHINE FED, STILL BREATHING BUT WITHERING AWAY
I FORGIVE YOU FOR WANTING OUT THAT WAY
YOU WERE A BROTHER
THAT LEFT YOUR SONS AND DAUGHTERS
I WISH YOU HAD STAYED
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LOSE ME Newport News, Virginia
Short songs
Shorter temper
LESS IS MORE.
None of these
songs are pretty or professionally recorded, they're just some sad and mad songs written and documented over the years by a bitter old bastard in a dilapidated home.
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