Posts tagged: acoustic
Recorded this when I was sick so my voice is a little gone. That’s probably why the song itself is quite dark.
Cornfields
I just walked in and settled on a bar stool
The floor was mighty sticky neath my old shoes
The smell of cigarettes was all around me
The bar man asked what I’d like to have that evening
I just made friends with the neck of a bottle
And I don’t think I’ll be coming up for air
As the bar man placed my drink inside my calm hand
He said my face looked as tired as an old man
I didn’t see no reason to tell no lies
So I looked that motherfucker in his cold eyes
I just made friends with a third of a bottle
And I don’t think I’ll be coming up for air
I said I just got back from old man Ward’s place
He owed me fifty dollars from a card game
He wouldn’t pay so I hit him with a spade
The smell of blood and hay was all around me
I just made friends with the best of a bottle
And I don’t think I’ll be coming up for air
I said I left his body in the cornfield
So the buzzards could all take turns to get their fill
I finished up my drink and turned around
The sheriff and his fucks were gunning me down
I just made friends with the bottom of a bottle
And I don’t think I’ll be coming up for air
Beach of the Dead
Out on the beach head
But I’m still unsure who they are
They were riding moonbeams
And playing guitars
Their flesh was a wreck babe
And their eyes were hanging out of their heads
Got a funny feeling
That they were all dead
And I don’t why
But I stayed there awhile
The party was wildly insane
And I was stuck there out on the sidelines
Just a-staring at the beach of the dead
I don’t know how babe
But I was standing on the beach of the dead
Whoa whoa child
I was standing on the beach of the dead
I spent my time there
Just a-hanging out next to the bar
I had a vodka tonic
With a ghost from Qatar
And it wasn’t long babe
Til they all turned their attention to me
I got a funny feeling
It was time I should leave
And I don’t why
But I stayed there awhile
I couldn’t help but to move to the beat
So I went out there on the dance floor
And started dancing on the beach of the dead
The ghouls all joined in babe
And we were dancing on the beach of the dead
Whoa whoa child
I was dancing on the beach of the dead
My Life is a Fucked Up Car
All the restaurants
Are looking at me walking in
And wondering when
The day will come
When I won’t have to eat a meal for one
And when you talk to me
The whole damn world burns right down
Right down to the ground
That’s what you do
Right before you turn yourself into
Another’s arms
I don’t wanna drive that far
My life is a fucked up car
I’m broken down and outta gas
But when I look at you I think I’ll make it last
La la la la la la la
In the afternoon
When you’re out trying to keep things cool
Down by the pool
I’m in the dark
We might as well be thousand miles apart
The smell of alcohol
Pins me down and threatens me
With pictures of green
That turn to lies
Cause every time I look into your eyes
We’re only friends
When I go driving
Through the streets
Counting all the fucked up cars and people that I see
If I break down
Would you come pick me up again
In your 4X4 of love
Cover of Elliott Smith’s The Biggest Lie. A friend requested this but I didn’t really know what to do on this one. I phoned it in really.
I’ve had this song ready to record for about two weeks and finally recorded it. I need to start working harder if I’m going to hit my goal of forty songs this year. Four months in and I’m only at number nine. Sigh.
Keep Me Down
I know
A little bit of this and that
And ten times the other
I see
A silhouetted princess
Underneath all the glitter
It may be fun to push me around to the ground
But it’s so damn hard to keep me down
You seem
A little out of sorts sometimes
And just can’t be bothered
I need
A condescending voice
To keep me down in the gutter
A friend from work asked me to write a song about her. So here it is.
Roilin
Born in the City back in eighty-nine
Green eyes and long red hair like cherry wine
And you smoke cigarettes but that’s not why you cough up lugies
And every Saturday night you go out and you get down and boogie boogie
Roilin don’t stop your fooling
When you were younger you were fast as shit
Playing on the defensive line, the best player on the soccer pitch
You convinced the coach you could score a goal or two
Five foot three complete badassitude
Five foot three complete badassitude
Hey, Roilin why you have to be a badass?
Everything you do you do with style you do with class
When you saved all those kids from that burning orphanage
But after that you weren’t tired you put out the fire
You help old ladies cross the street there’s no stranger you could meet
Who is half as badass as you
But at the end of the day all I really have to say is
Roilin, “Alrighty then”
Tyrannosaurus Roi
Don’t you let it get you down
Don’t you let it get you down, Roi
At least today wasn’t a complete waste. Recorded this in one take with no overdubs.
Coal Black Coat
Underneath my coal black coat
Undaunted by the unseen cold I’m trying
But despite my cigarette lined lips
My heart is always breaking
Maybe in a line or two
I could plead my case to you, well, maybe
But the words that I would like to say
Get stuck when they’re in my head
All I wish for is happiness
And time to find my way
I’ll come back another day
To see what else you have to say
Underneath my coal black coat
My skin is peeling back my soul I’m dying
But I don’t know why my lungs still breathe
Or why my heart keeps beating
Sometimes it’s too cold to move
My blankets cover all I do at negative
Four hundred fifty-nine degrees
Then everything stops moving
The Minutemen playing an acoustic version of “Corona” from one of the best punk albums ever, Double Nickels on the Dime. This song is most famous as the theme song to Jackass.
Song from the upcoming Fuck This Sad Bastard Bullshit, I Got a Pocketful of Butterscotch.
Hope You Got Something to Say
As I got home from a late night
With thoughts of stumbling straight to my bed
My neighbor has to stop me
Shirtless with a beer in his hand
He says, “I grilled some meat and got whiskey
Won’t you have a drink with me?”
I said, “That sounds just fine but as I tell you every time
I’d rather go to bed and to sleep”
Hello
I hope you got something to say
I went to the bar with some work friends
To have me a couple of beers
They offered me a whickle
I said, “I’m cool, I’m happy right here”
They said, “You better stay and get wasted
Cause we’re closing down this bar”
I didn’t know what to do so I stayed until two
And stumbled on out to my car
One night down at my place
I was sitting here drinking alone
I done woke up and got shit faced
When a friend called me up on the phone
She said, “I just came in for the weekend
Won’t you have a drink with me”
I said, “I’d love to baby, but I think I’m going crazy
And I ain’t going out today”
From the upcoming Fuck This Sad Bastard Bullshit, I Got a Pocketful of Butterscotch. Recorded two songs today, neither one is that good. Oddly enough they both clock in at 1:48.
You’re the Engles to My Marx
Karl Marx was a good ol’ boy
Karl Marx was a good ol’ boy
Pardon me as the workers unite
Karl Marx was a good ol’ boy
If you don’t like it
Then give me your money
Adam Smith was a son of a bitch
Adam Smith was a son of a bitch
Jacking off with an invisible hand
Adam Smith was a son of a bitch
