Live​/​Demos '13​-​'14

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Live stuff: 01/14, Lindbergs, recorded and mixed by Chris Bivens.

Demo stuff: 07/13, The Danger Room, recorded and mixed by the Bad Bad Bong Boys.

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released August 2, 2014

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Track Name: Low Country
This is some real low country.
This is some desperate shit.
This is as bad as it gets.
Track Name: Asshole
We fuck on beds built from the bones of our parents.
We vomit their lessons right out of our necks.
We've so much to say, and tongues with which to say it,
But it's hard to be candid with a mouthful of flesh.

Do I act like an asshole because I'm treated like an asshole,
Or am I treated like an asshole because I am one?
It's circular logic, it's chicken-and-egg shit.
Stay the fuck up outta my way if it looks like I'm having fun.

Her eyes were like glass, and her laugh was like plaster,
But I knew her bones could be polished like wood.
Her hips were like raindrops, her heart was an eggshell,
And I tried to fill it the best that I could.

Do I act like an asshole because I'm treated like an asshole,
Or am I treated like an asshole because I am one?
These decisions that I make, they all glow in the moonlight,
But I can't find no mercy in the scrutiny of the sun.

The phone keeps a-ringin', and the tickets keep a-comin',
And the boys are all drinkin', so you know that they're mad.
And that goddamned sun, it won't stop a-risin',
So we'll just keep on drinkin' 'til it don't seem so bad.

Do I act like an asshole because I'm treated like an asshole,
Or am I treated like an asshole because I am one?
It's circular logic, it's chicken-and-egg shit.
Stay the fuck up outta my way if it looks like I'm having fun.

Do I act like an asshole because I'm treated like an asshole,
Or am I treated like an asshole because I am one?
These decisions that I make, they all glow in the moonlight,
But I can't find no mercy in the scrutiny of the sun.
Track Name: Die/Kill/Die/Kill
Do you remember that one summer
We were chillin' in December?
Bells and pills and the thrill of your skin,
It was a never-ender.

And I wouldn't die for anyone the way I'd die for you.
And I wouldn't kill for anyone the way I'd kill for you.

I will never forgive you
For what you forced me to forget how to feel.
But I will never forget you
For what you taught me how to feel.

And I wouldn't die for anyone the way I'd die for you.
And I wouldn't kill for anyone the way I'd kill for you.

I wouldn't die for anyone the way I'd die for you.
I wouldn't kill for anyone the way I'd kill for you.
Track Name: Eye Will (Will U)
Eye'm tracing these maps in blue and red
Like a junkie looking for a vein.
Eye'm holding my head under the waves
Until eye come up with a better plan.

Cowards don't run; they sleep in their shit.
Would U think me brave if eye quit?
If eye leave tonight, eye could make Memphis by spring.
Eye just wanna feel something other than ice when eye'm down on my knees.

Eye will will U 2 come.

This ain't just goodbye, not just a suicide note,
But so far Ur first name is all that eye've wrote.
If only U'd said, "Prove it 2 me".
Oh, what a waste of time U've proven 2 be.

Eye will will U 2 come.
Eye wanna see the face U make when U come.
Track Name: Mudlounge Gurls
What the hell would I want with a one night stand?
To be unafraid of lovin', that's what makes a man,
But you know I never get to have it my way.

I was born too late for these modern gurls.
I'm just a shy boy in their modern world,
But I still think they're cool, and I guess I'm doing ok.

And I don't mean to sound bitter.
I'm just bracing for a lonely winter,
And I gotta find something to rely on to keep me warm.

Because Mudlounge gurls never say what they really mean.

I'm not one to apologize,
But I find myself doing it nearly all the time,
Especially when I have had a drink or nine.

But don't give me no glass, I'll just use my lips.
I'll pretend my hand is around your neck.
Whoa, cool down, baby, I'm just killing this bottle of wine.

And I don't mean to sound bitter.
I'm just bracing for a lonely winter,
And wine's the only thing I can rely on to keep me warm.

Because Mudlounge gurls never say what they really mean.
Track Name: Appalachia Bound
It's comforting to see that adolescent glow on the horizon,
Because it means I should be rising soon,
And getting on out the door.
I've had my foot stuck in it, and a hard time with it, baby.
Did you think that maybe I could deserve something more?
But no, I gave it up for you and all you could think to do was burn me,
But that just turned me to where I wanna be found.
So you can keep our friends and all our memories,
Because I won't need them where I'll be then.
I'm Appalachia bound.

It's comforting knowing where I go I'll be growing,
And you'll be here, doing the same shit.
You're so fucking proud of it.
I tried my best, goddamn, I tried my best, but it was fruitless.
Makes me me feel so fucking useless,
And don't you all know it.
And it seems like these days everyone has got a little country in them,
But I ain't buyin' in, not now and I never will.
Because I'm from these hills,
And they cradle me like a newborn baby.
And again when I am in my grave,
'Til then, I'm Appalachia bound.
Track Name: Cruisin' on the Brown Sound (demo)
Cruisin' on the Brown Sound,
Everything is slowin' down

It has been a helluva summer,
And I'm sorry I didn't find the time to write songs about Gawd.
I promise you they'll be on the next record,
Just as soon as I'm done writin' 'bout you and I.

And cruisin' on the Brown Sound,
Everything is slowin' down.

When I'm on my bike, nowhere is my home.
And all these nights I share, I share alone.
It may have looked like I was ridin' on Suicide,
But if I could be killed, by Gawd, why haven't I died?

I'm cruisin' on the Brown Sound.
Everything is slowin' down.
Track Name: How I'm Hurting You (demo)
I've been runnin' around this town,
I can't keep it down;
I'm thinking about you, and how I'm hurting you.
And you've been bummin' around this town,
But it won't keep you down.
You're thinking about me, and how you're hurting me.

I've been seein' some pretty girls,
I've been seein' some girls,
But I'm thinking about you, and how I'm hurting you.
And you've been seein' some pretty boys,
You've been seein' some boys,
Are you thinking about me?
And how you're hurting me?

Maybe someday the clouds will break
And we'll both get washed away
In the same crashing wave of time
That treats everyone the same.
Before our bones erode, will we ever know
What sweetness we could be?
I don't know,
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod I don't know.

You've been sayin' some shitty things.
You've been sayin' some things,
Are you thinking about me?
And how you're hurting me?
And I have been so unthinking.
I have not been thinking only about you,
Or how I'm hurting you.

Maybe someday the clouds will break
And we'll both get washed away
In the same crashing wave of time
That treats everyone the same.
Before our bones erode, will we ever know
What sweetness we could be?
I don't know,
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod I don't know.
Track Name: Coongod (demo)
We need the cannon ball pulled from its resting place,
Shot through his hungry heart while he was napping in the shade.
We need the cedar boughs to mop up this lake of blood
Spilled from the native sons he was trying to save.

It's too late to turn back,
Here he comes.
It's too late to turn back,
Here we come.

We need his wisdom, denser than these Ozark hills.
We need his appetite, deeper than the river swells.
We need a raccoon god, we gotta summon us a Coongod,
And watch the world unfurl as his fearsome tail.

It's too late to turn back,
Here he comes.
It's too late to turn back,
Here we come.

Hey, little girl, where's your sense of wonder?
Don't it make you feel so free to realize you're so small?
Just check out the Coongod, he's breaking down the Moloch.
He's breaking down the Moloch, he might save us all.

It's too late to turn back,
Here he comes.
It's too late to turn back,
Here we come.