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Sorry, Tom

by Sloth Hands

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1.
I've got ideas that I want to see through and I've yet to drop them though others throw them out Evil bodies and hungry faces roam these streets With virtues for taking but Why pay for therapy when you've got at least Eight hours and a car to drive Cuz there's a level of distrust that you need to Have common sense I wish I didn't need common sense I wish I didn't need common sense I've got two ears and friends to lean on and I think that's the most beautiful thing J. Edgar Hoover had more ears than I do And probably had more common sense, too All the ideas shot down by his pistol now Shouted by a whole new generation Cuz there's a different kind of common sense Tucked away in our heads and our songs One day we'll get to bring them out One day we'll get to bring them out
2.
Everyone thinks they're so fucking special We all die, yeah we'll all just rot away someday So bury me and watch me grow into oak trees Cuz all the mass and energy I have I want to give it back Why wait for a heaven when we're here right now Tell me this isn't the best we can do I'll try what I can I'll do what I can right now Even though I don't embrace Everything I know I should Here's to the lucky bastards that got to live forever May they always think that this was something to remember Just throw me in a pit and I'll be happy Play all the songs that I picked for this day I'm afraid to get hurt and afraid to die Most of all I don't want to be I don't want to be nothing Don't pay a god damn penny for my funeral (Here's to those lucky bastards living forever, this was never something to remember)
3.
I'm zoning out on Interstate 88 I'm rolling on the shoulder And the grooves upon my tire "Officer, my wheel tilts slightly to the right now" These past couple weeks have been an empty satisfaction I know that I fucked up In this pale hue that I'm going through It's a hell of a time to lose focus But then I got to thinking The hardest thing is to not be a part of What you want to destroy You'll never begin to accomplish what you wanted to When you're flying through a windshield I see the back of your car and it's Blinking right back at me If I stop would you murder me I don't doubt your intentions My mind just stagnated a long, long time ago It's a funny thing to be a licensed autopilot You don't know exactly where you're going Still you follow the shape of the road Through every twist and turn Until you're in a ditch now Maybe it's too cliche to say that I'm better at making my own world I think I spoke to soon and now my Broken body is lying on the side of the street
4.
Summer Wages 03:28
I never saw you until the end of a twelve hour day Time spent being screamed at Time spent being put down It all comes back in my nightmares Punctuated by the back of your head Standing in line to clock in We're slaves to getting by I wear headphones at night to keep my brain inside I'm slipping into next week It's only been one whole day It happens in the middle of the night The times when I'm confident Everything I saw everyone understands Until I power through crusted eyes Don't tell me I need to change my perspective Cuz I don't want to die alone Let's crawl deep under the earth Until we're tired of just getting by Please don't get me wrong, it's just my summer job I'm not in a place to quit Although I wish I was Satisfaction of a choice That I haven't felt in years Have my time for a paycheck And I'll bring it right back to you How much of what I believe can be achieved in all of this Sitting anxious in my room Eyes crusted open stare Survival before ideology That is what I have been taught I'll work until I can quit Watch me smile now
5.
Well, I'm stress-buying records and movies That I do not need And I've been watching them over and over And over and over and over again And every day I'm getting closer and closer To more responsibility And every night I am farther and farther Away from what I need Oh, god, I'm 22 Radio, how about you I don't think you feel the way I do Do you feel the way I do And I'm stress-eating gummy bears and Looking through my grade school photos I got the big bag it's in the fridge Cuz I never know when I'll need them And if I live an average life, I got 50 or so more years left Look at me, I'm the kid that has to Compensate for everything that goes wrong And I've got to get my shit together now that People are slowing down around me are the Things that get me down and keep me there Please stop I am a grown up now
6.
Y2K 03:51
I'm picking up the pennies that I find cuz I think they'll help me You know superstitions don't ever let you down Maybe Bank Of America will want them Are they still more valuable with their heads up I'm learning how to get by, I'm learning to let go I'm learning that I don't always live by my ideals Maybe I could enlist in the army I'll take a steady paycheck from our history I don't want to hear that I will never be alone From the moment that we're born Until the moment we make friends We're wearing outstretched hands I'm picking myself up by my dirty bootstraps I heard superstitions won't ever let you down Inside a higher place is where I put my hands out You know I haven't left that place in at least a decade Decades upon decades of foreign involvement At home the children drill their safety in case of bomb threats Bedroom sheets pair so well with our feelings All I need is something to cover me
7.
I've been frying my brain every day Now that I'm past elementary Empty-headed dreams I dream Every night that they would happen Oh how your illusions were the Things I loved the most It's garage sale season you can smell the dust And the used smoke that rots on the pavement There's so much stuff for you to get rid of You'll probably just find a dumpster To throw out that perfectly good Plaid reclining chair This is not the way you wanted it Where you can't make up your mind Everyone's got something to lose and You just have a little more And you're willing to just throw it away Everything you have that's on display is Another thing that you want to be gone I'll talk you down from five to four because I need a shelf for all of my movies cuz I got nothing better to do with my time I wish I had tattoos and at least a Single black denim jacket but How well would I fill that out you know My brother's rain jacket from the sixth grade Hangs in my closet and it fits me pretty well We all die young, yeah we all die young by our dreams But isn't it such a great life Where you can suffer and breathe at the same time That reclining plaid chair that you sit in And realized every night That this was never going to stop It's probably going to go on for the rest of your life
8.
I know it's hard trying to fall asleep Let me know, I could be at your house in under 30 minutes I brought a movie, a presidential drama Cuz I know that these films bore you to death But I don't want you to die today I just want you to fall asleep I hope that you will die someday Cuz living here forever would be such a plight Summer's almost over and god do I hate this heat I know I don't look great in shorts, but you look oh so pretty I love my skinny legs and my pastey frame and I love you But I'm trying to keep my mind of melanoma Cuz I don't want to die today I just want to be right here I hope that I will die someday Cuz living here forever would be such a plight I don't want us to die today I just want us to survive I hope that we will die someday Cuz living here forever would be such a plight
9.
Sorry, Tom 03:35
Inside all the high schools in the poor parts of town Recruiters greet students like travel agents What else could come from abandoned loose leaf But kindle for fire in the Pentagon's home Someone in a wheelchair hangs out everyday At the foot of the exit on Kimberly Road You wonder how they got there, did they go there themself How does this become anyone's last resort I imagine the dreams of the president and those Elected officials who serve S.O.L. Will one day pair loyalty with the world instead of The nations they serve and the dicks that they have I'm sorry to my grade school history teachers I'm sorry to Francis Fukuyama I'm sorry to you, Tommy Brokaw But patriotism is nothing but dead to me
10.
Scotty J. 03:38
Scotty, Scotty, do what you can Scotty, Scotty, you'll get there soon Scotty, Scotty you fucking idiot Scotty, Scotty, just like all of us Scotty thinks he'll get everything he wants just by doing his job Scotty is quietly alone when he's with his friends, don't you know Scotty, Scotty, we left you all alone Scotty, Scotty, in expensive t-shirts Scotty, Scotty, in a hot rod car Scotty, Scotty, you're living the dream Scotty, Scotty, you're terrified Scotty, Scotty, that's who I am Scotty, Scotty, in another land
11.
Bad Things 02:25
Your imagination reels before you On dirty film, all crackling and dusted It's here you see in retrospect who you wanted to be Someone loved You begin to wonder how you could ever Be successful in this world like The nights you had nothing but popcorn for dinner You hardly took care of yourself Wishing that bad things would happen just so You could get some love and attention From the person you loved The one that you wanted to be with Cuz there's no other way At night you dream silly thoughts of How you you once saved everyone and You took down the ones responsible for your hatred And that's how you got by Open your eyes and you find out fantasy is Exactly what it means and You're back to being all alone in your empty house Since that Fourth of July It's there you will see time brings us down In the end we want what we had Now it's gone Everything is gone Everything's grown up Into bad things

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released December 20, 2014

Recorded at Johnny's basement and AJ's bedroom with one microphone and little expertise.

AJ: vocals, guitar, bass, harmonica, trumpet, melodica, backing vocals
John: drums, percussion, backing vocals

Album cover by Avery Muether, whose work and contact information can be found here: averymuether.tumblr.com

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