1. |
Cocky and Bullstinkle
03:45
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I've had it up to here with all these shitty love songs
And I'm also done with punk rock
Fuck this guitar
Gonna go buy myself a harp
And just
play gigs at funerals
The first of which will be for rock n roll
Cause it died a long time ago
It's funny how Nothing seems to change from one day to the next day
look back and nothing's the same
I used to think that I could change the whole world
But I can't even change myself
Everyone wants to talk but nobody wants to listen
So if you can't take the heat then get the fuck up out the kitchen
My heads full of ghosts
My Brain once was bread
But it turned to to toast
So I'll
Scrape off the burnt parts
Pour some coffee
And just get on with my life
Pass me the butter knife
It's funny how Nothing seems to change from one day to the next day
look back and nothing's the same
I used to think that I could change the whole world
But I can't even change myself
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2. |
Knee Deep Mongtomery
04:12
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I'm sick of singing about where cars park
I fell asleep in the boiler room
I was dreaming of broken hearts
And learning to play the blues
Oh no I didn't wanna go
But see I didn't wanna leave
I didn't wanna leave but see
I didn't wanna go oh no
Oh no oh no oh no
But I'm glad that I am writing
And I'm glad I'm still able to write
I hope this song turns out okay
Hope that it all turns out all right
Because my friends will all still be here on this gigantic rock
They said they'd build me a memorial
But I guess they forgot
Now we're surrounded by our friends
Half empty pabst bottles in their hands
And all I see is psychedelics
And I cannot hear myself
But I'm not much on forensics so lets think of something else
Cuz I didn't wanna go
And I didn't wanna leave
Oh oh I didn't wanna leave
I didn't wanna leave
I didn't wanna go
Oh no no no no
But I'm glad that I am writing
And I'm glad I'm still able to write
I hope this song turns out okay
Hope that it all turns out all right
Because my friends will all still be here on this gigantic rock
They said they'd build me a memorial
But I guess they forgot
But I'm glad that I am writing
And I'm glad I'm still able to write
I hope this song turns out okay
Hope that it all turns out all right
Because my friends will all still be here on this gigantic rock
I guess I'll build myself a memorial
Then they'll never forget
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3. |
Cinnamon Dearest
02:50
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Is there a point to what you're saying,
Or is it all just bullshit?
Is there a push that I should aim for,
Or should I just pull it?
Well, maybe there's a compromise,
That everyone should just realize,
Oh, what's the point in asking why?
And maybe there's a god above,
And maybe I'll jjust join the club,
To have something to look forward to when I die.
But I can't solve these things on my own,
When I'm just one guy.
And every new hello,
Is just one new potential goodbye.
But I got lies,
And a box with your name,
So I'll get you high,
You won't feel the same.
So let's deal the cards,
Play the game,
Find your heart,
And then lose your brain.
Cuz I don't wanna be here,
I wanna leave here, with you.
Cuz you believe in everything,
We both know that it's a game,
We've got demons in our heads,
Just playing mental games of chess,
That seem to end in some kind of a stalemate.
But it's alright with me,
If it's not alright with you,
Cuz I don't care anymore,
Who lies and who tells the truth,
I'm just searching for something to search for,
And being led to you!!
I'm not trying to say that you're perfect,
But I think you'll do!
Cuz I got lies,
And a box with your name,
I'll get you high,
You won't feel the same.
So let's deal these cards,
Play the game,
Find your heart,
And then lose your brain.
I don't wanna be here,
I wanna leave here with you...
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4. |
Black and Blues
04:12
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Spanish songs used to impress
Matching socks and a sweater vest
Harmless even to the fly
Bad wrap.
No streetlight
No streetlight
Justified fear to walk in the night
Wanna stay in the light
Survival guilt when there should be help
But it's buried under screams and yells
Give an excuse for what we're all taught
All that shit the objective thoughts
Never once had crossed my mind
Nobody would care when she cries
Justified fear to walk in the night
Wanna stay in the light
Survival guilt when there should just be help
But it's buried under screams and yells
By the starlit sky
So far tonight
Here to lend a voice
When there's no choice
This is what is right
Just run don't fight
Take my hand survive
And try to quell those nerves inside
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5. |
Love Song from the 90s
03:58
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Hey you, how's life these days?
It don't always feel like it,
but it's always great
Everyone back home thinks you died
But It's good to know
That you're still alive
Grapes and Oranges
Arent so sweet anymore
But What's important
Is remembering how ripe they once were
This pain is pourin
Outta my brain like rainstorm
Instead of mourning
The loss, You can open up a new door
You were the master up above the stage
You were the hand up my ass telling me what to say
Weirdly at times I miss it so
Making one's own decisions gets boring and old
I miss those days before I felt alive
And The only choice that I made was the choice to not to decide
Cuz we were kids
But now we're not
We've both untied
The devil's knots
And now it all
Seems long forgot
But At least I'm in your thoughts
Now I sing to thee
This one last time
And try to keep some hope inside
That someday if our worlds collide
By then we won't have died
I could have my problems looked at by some kind of professional
I could take my medications for you
But I don't wanna
now you could finally know the truth
But your musical preference is shit, so you'll never hear this tune
I think this could finally be the end
And we can go back to just being strangers again
Cuz we were kids
But now we're not
We've both untied
The devil's knots
And now it all
Seems long forgot
But At least I'm in your thoughts
I sing to thee
this one last time
And try to keep some hope inside
That someday if our worlds collide
By then we won't have died
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6. |
Pocketful O' Fucks
02:20
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Coming Soon...
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7. |
Quarter-Life Crisis
02:42
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Everything happens when it's least expected
And it's not a mistake so don't try to correct it
Make love to a few
And fuck all the rest
Cuz Life is a challenge
Just give it your best
If time did exist, I would spend it with you
And if I could resist it, Id rip it in two
But the clock just keeps ticking and ticking away
As it grows everlong, seconds turn into days
But When everything's gone there can finally be peace
With no wars to be waged but no one to hug trees
So stop asking questions and just save your breath
Cuz The day it makes sense is the day nothing's left
But This ones for every teenagers
Who lost themselves to fitting in
And this ones for the grown ups who won't stop being kids
Shouts out to all the hippies refusing to take a bath
Cuz breaking social norms is the only way to laugh
I cannot do, I only can think
So What would I do if this ship were to sink
Guess I'd ponder the mysteries while breathing in salt
Just sit back and listen to Posiden's songs
And Id say every word if they meant a damn thing
But We're all just puppets and moneys our strings
So is there some master up above the stage?
Or a hand up my ass telling me what to say?
You think it's all great and the world is still turnin
Til the sky opens up and the church starts a burnin
Look to your left, see the preacher he's cryin
And helplessly watchin as sinners start dyin
But This ones for every teenagers
Who lost themselves to fitting in
And this ones for the grown ups who won't stop being stay kids
Shouts out to the hippies who refuse to take a bath
Cuz breaking social norms is the only way to laugh
They say life is precious and we should be pleased
But this ain't no gift it's a god damn disease
That can only be transmitted sexually
With 100% rate of mortality
So someday I'll leave you'll be left alone
Stuck with these humans on this rock we call home
Circles in circles all circling around
whosamacallits and whatchamahows
Everything happens when it's least expected
it's not a mistake so don't try to correct it
Make love to a few
And fuck all the rest
Life is a challenge
Just give it your best now
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8. |
Gutter Rat Gospel
06:22
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I've been gettin stoned too much
But then again I haven't gettin been stoned enough
It's Christmas time, everyone is happy
But im sitting here alone and I'm feeling all crappy
Cuz in just two short hours my family will come over
They'll ask about my life only to find out I'm a failure
My friends are all crackhead skitzos
And all my exes have bipolar disorder
on and on the list goes
Have I gone over the edge or am I just on the border
I'll out this paper bag on my face
If you don't tell me my potential went to waste
I never had it in the first place
We call it punk rock,
You say That I can't function,
We call it fun,
You just call it self-destruction.
I want the homeless gospel choir,
To sing to me when I die,
Because none of us will make it out alive.
And I don't know if you have problems
But I sure as hell know you don't have solutions
And no one knows just where I'm supposed to go
Mom and dad just think that they know the right direction
But if I sing a song and dance
I'll put these girls into a trance
then they'll all take off their pants
And then so will I!
But oh oh oh
I just want you to know
It's not easy to stay
And it's not easy to go
But ooh ooh ooh
It's the best I can do
I've got nothing to gain
And I've got nothing to lose
So why I I I
Should I even try?
When in the end we all just fucking die
I've got a roof over my head
And I can go to sleep up in my bed
So I'll just call myself a success
I'm a big boy, I can clean up my own messes
Got problems I cant drink away
It's like The 51st shade of gray
It don't make sense but that's okay
Cuz I'm just sittin here to waiting
On the day I go insane
I stole this chord progression
Tom petty, please don't sue me
Lets put a stop to petty theft
How dare you reuse GCF,
I wrote that
And you fuckin stole that
Yeah!
I said it once I'll say it twice
Long time ago rock n roll died
Guess I'll just keep this old guitar
Cuz I can't afford a harp
But we'll figure it out
We call it punk rock,
You say that I can't function,
We call it fun,
You just call it self-destruction.
I want the homeless gospel choir,
To sing to me when I die,
Because none of us will make it out alive
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