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Pavlov's Dog, Y'all
02:50
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I’m crashing so hard
I’m making unexplainable craters in the earth
And every time
I try to take control things just get worse
Should clean the house
Should change my name
But I’m thirty-one and I’m still the same
I still look every time
Can’t ever help it
I’m Pavlov’s dog, y’all
It’s just reflexive
It’s just reflexive
I didn’t mean it
It’s purely instinct
It’s not what you think
Just cash me out
Let’s play the long game
Just cash me out
Let’s play the long game
Just cash me out
It feels like hell I’m in the red so deep
And ding goes the bell
And I can’t even practice what I preach
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2. |
Claustrophobia
03:33
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It happened again
I’m feeling around for a light switch
Can’t even be alone with my thoughts for a minute
When you come on down with only a dollar
You’re gonna get some dirty looks
And if I’m cold and claustrophobic
Then you gotta let me off the hook
So let me off
I’ve never been someone who could improvise
But now you know why I gotta try
Now I sit at the bar
I’ll tell anyone who’ll listen
I know things change
But why’d they have to change like this?
It’s a roll of the dice
It’s a hang off a cliff
But I lost my grip
And now I’m leaving with nothing
I thought you might want me back
And all I had to do was keep it together
But I’ll take my consolation prize
Even if I like the old guy better
‘Cause I liked him better
If you give me a second chance
I’m probably gonna need a third
When I get cold and claustrophobic
You gotta let me off the hook
I need a sec to catch my breath
And I’m probably gonna need a third
That’s what I’m saying
And if I’m cold and claustrophobic
You gotta let me off
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RWD
02:59
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I’m gonna need a whole new set of teeth
I’m blowing deadlines
Stuck on the top rack for too long
I’m in a truck with only rear wheel drive
Gasoline leaking, Rail Splitter tipping his top hat
Like “Speaking of things that you forgot about”
Sacrifice me to your volcano
If it’ll keep your garden green
And when I get from the table
Wake up, eat food, don’t die
Now do it all again
No drink is strong enough
No sleep is long enough to help
When I don’t even care about
Things that matter
When I can’t even care about
The things that I care about
I’m gonna need it with aluminum
Brace for reentry
Egg on the concrete in mid-June
I’m in a truck with only rear wheel drive
Gasoline leaking, Rail Splitting winking
Like “Speaking of things that you forgot about”
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4. |
Spill
03:17
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I’m absolutely garrulous
You can stick me in the corner with the rest of the trash
I’m positively zapped
Then you start to think you probably shoulda never asked
But then I go, And then I go
Got a text when I was drunk
In Eastern Standard Time
Which, for someone like you
Is a standard time to tell someone “goodnight”
But it’s daylight where you are
And vodka’s never done anybody any good
So I unscrew the top
Spill the bottle all over the floor
Buddy, you can call me “motormouth”
And you can stick me in the corner with the rest of the trash
Can I borrow someone’s size 10s?
Then you’re wondering if this will ever end
But then I go, And then I go
No amount of brand name paper towels
Could ever get it all back in
So I walk to the car
It’s daylight where you are
Technology has only come so far
So I hold my stupid breath
Like I’m going through a tunnel
Somewhere way out west
And never, ever say “goodnight” again
That’s what happens when you spill your guts
This is what happens when you can’t shut up
This is what happens when you’re drunk as fuck
This is what happens when you can’t shut up
That’s what happens when you spill your guts
Can’t shut up
This is what happens when you can’t shut up
Spill your guts
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Cut it out, string it up
I’m low on coffee cups
Calling all power ties
I know how it looks
Can’t wait for summer
Then I just want it to be over
Yard sale clock
You ticking bomb
You’re counting up
You’re ticking wrong
So I go back in time
Metaphysical rewind
Channel twenty-five
Kiss two years of my life
“Goodbye”
Tell me what I should do
Salmonella’s stealing all my food
Heat it up 20 times
Let’s just pack the house and move
Are you okay?
I don’t that’s relevant
I heard you shout at the radio
That wasn’t me, it was someone else
Looking for someone to blame
I hear you, I hear you
I can’t turn it off
You know what they say about broken clocks
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The Fastest Man Alive
03:35
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Don’t mind me as I pump myself up in the mirror
I don’t have all that much time
So I’ve been running red lights
Got online
I checked the numbers from last year
I’m not saying I deserve this
I’m just saying they don’t need it
Not like me
Got out of the car
Probably should have filled up the tank
But I guess when this is all done
I’ll just buy a new one
I never get it right
Even when I score
Push and then I pull
So what’s a safety for?
Put it on my card
And keep ‘em coming quicker than that
I’m feeling six foot five
Like I’m the fastest man alive
And I can catch anything thrown my way
But I just can’t catch a break
Don’t mind me as I turn myself into the cops
It’s funny, now you mention
I need medical attention
I never get it right
Johnny said it all
No one ever pushed me
No one ever pulled
But I still don’t want to live here alone
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Brain In A Jar
03:07
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I accidentally brushed your name
While I was just trying to check on things back home
But I’m too slow, so I guess
“Hello”
“Very Cool”
“Anyway, I gotta let you go”
‘Cause I don’t even know who you are
You’re cigarettes, you’re a brain in a jar
I don’t even know who you are
You’re cigarettes, you’re a brain in a jar
I’m a sloppy wreck
I’m a panting dog
I can’t calm down
So I’ll wait ‘til I get home
Then there it was
Blue and white
I’m paralyzed
Even the good memories
Just take up space sometimes
And it’s so simple
If I want to be free of a slip of digit
But I just can’t bring myself to do it, so I guess
“Hello”
“Talk to you next time”
Then there it was
Blue and white
I’m paralyzed
Even the good memories
Feel like shit sometimes
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8. |
No Good, Very Bad
02:51
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10:00 a.m.
Printer jammed
I got a list as long as my leg
That I gotta get through
Holy shit
Yeah, I know
Forgot to charge my phone
No, I didn’t hang up on you
You know what?
You’re no fun
Make your thoughts
Stay as thoughts
Walked the dog
In the rain
Had to throw out half of the food in the fridge
Because I’m never home
10:00 p.m.
I go to bed
And I got everything stuck in my head
And I can’t let it go
Just ignore all the smoke
You can’t fix what you broke
You know what?
You’re no fun
Take your mouth
And make it shut
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9. |
Lake Song
03:36
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Did you fail to read the fine print?
When you jumped up on the counter?
You could probably just say you sleepwalk
No one would be the wiser
And then you start to learn some new tricks
And your legs give way
You could probably make a joke about it
After all, You joke about everything else
In the corner
That’s not what I think about
I can’t take it off
That’s not what I wanna think about
I’ve never really suffered real loss
The kind that follows you home
And it sits right behind you
Making pots
Go to sleep
After all
You sleep through everything else
How can I help you get through today?
I’d roll my eyes but I can’t look away
All that I wanted was a proper goodbye
Now I can’t leave and you won’t
No, you won’t tell me why
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10. |
Life In The Backseat
03:24
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I’m above suspicion
And I’m above reproach
If I get my feet a little bit wet
How would anybody know?
I tried to grow a spine
I tried to get a life
I love the taste
But I hate the grind
I’m doomed to repeat
Life in the back seat
And tear apart the floorboards looking for me
Shaking when I wake up
And when I brush my teeth
I’m out of my depth now
It’s getting hard to breathe
I’m living on borrowed time
As my extremities rot
You’re getting emails from me
Whether you like it or not
I’m living on borrowed time
As my extremities rot
You’re getting emails from me
Whether you like it or not
I hate the grind
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11. |
Super Bowl Sunday
03:03
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Walking home
Loaded up
Super Bowl Sunday
Pretty cold
Even for February
Dust the locks
Take a shot
Fuck it
Take another one
You may have gotten away
But you didn’t get away with a lot
Heading home
Wearing robes
Super Bowl Sunday
Pretty warm
For February
Knuckles go
White like sheets
You’d never steal from anybody
Would you, baby?
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