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These Days

by Surnames

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1.
Bloom 03:49
There’s a forest in her eyes And a canvass on my heart Im studying her hues Warm summer moss over gray ocean blue and Every line I drew Was traced away See a flower sprouting through And I’m hoping it can Bloom There’s a sadness in her eyes And a longing in my heart And I’m searching for the words In the pines, on the rocks I even asked the birds But every line i spoke Came out in a mouthful of mess Picked that flower while i could Put it in a cup on my window sill I’m still hoping it might Bloom
2.
These days been dripping off me Like a wet dog running from the sea Long looks in the mirror Got me shaking like a leaf These days been dripping off me. Wondering what the hell there is to do? Shoebox of movie tickets and a well worn living room Get tired of the tv and go walking through the woods Wondering what the hell there is to do. But we all know The pangs of growing old When we all turn back to dirt To feed the flowers and the worms But you can’t take it with you The house the car the ring You can’t take it with you Not much of anything You can’t take it with you A penny and your name If you can’t take them with you What’re you gonna leave? Memories stay as life fades away Lost in time a hungry future eats our days Satiate our fate without discernible decay Memories stay as life fades away But we all know The pangs of growing old We all turn back to dirt To feed the flowers and the worms But you cant it with you The house, the car, the ring You can’t take it with you Much of anything You can’t take it with you A penny and your name If you can’t take it with you What’re you gonna leave? Weigh the cost Of the ticking clock Time is money But what’s it worth if it’s lost More truth in a trunk Than anything made from it’s heart We’re all just bags of bones But let’s say BB for short. But you cant it with you The house, the car, the ring You can’t take it with you Much of anything You can’t take it with you A penny and your name If you can’t take it with you What’re you gonna leave?
3.
My horse is sold Thoroughbreds never liked getting old My goose is cooked Down coats never felt so good And autumn leaves And takes the color from the trees And the wait for green Mirror mirror what do you see? Shellac this skin To keep everything inside We lied to hold a truth And give our tongues a taste Of hideaways from vacant days And liver testing nights we prayed To a beast that cleaned our bones Because our pockets weren’t lined green And blew all of the absurd from the obscene And read Nietzsche till our eyes Would bleed red and face would stream white And chest glistened blue gasping at a scream As the decrepit hands called prosperity Rasped away our dreams Don’t bare those teeth Put your fangs away We can all still eat
4.
Cut Through 04:07
How does one cut through All the conversation I swear I tried to keep it light How does one cut through All the ones and twos We all play DJ for a night Ooo ooo ooo ooo How does one cut through Oh to be happy And tell you, you can be happy too How do you cut through All the stone truths Anyone you love will surely die But to each their own And to anyone Who held my hand How do I cut through My legs are fucking tired I guess ill give my thumb a shot How do we cut through Despite fortuna’s shadow Enjoy the shade and twist a smile But each their own And anyone who Gives a damn Here’s to you.
5.
California 04:44
Maps in my head Too many Xs to count Pick one just pick one Oh what could go wrong Red tinted face sun-washed with a frown Eyes are stained red from the sweat on this brow And I’ve got my compass ready Tired of waiting on the stars Everybody wants to talk about themselves And their world Tinted with roses And I’m not sure that im a self As I search for gold on the coast of California Write off these days At least the ones they’ll allow Check the right boxes and don’t make a sound Left myself crumbs to find my way out But when i searched for me last year not sure what i found And I’ve got my compass ready Tired of waiting on the stars Everybody wants to talk about themselves And their world Tinted with roses And I’m not sure that im a self As I search for gold on the coast of California I wanna own my words Not sell my soul Want to keep my mind Not gain control And if i wanted a script I’d move to Los Angeles Tired of making lists Just to check the boxes Everybody wants to talk about themselves And their world Tinted with roses And I’m not sure that im a self As I search for gold on the coast of California
6.
To Wolves 05:36
Spend your days banging your head against the wall You’ll start to think how good it feels Waste your nights listening for siren calls You’ll probably end up a meal All I could take Was all I could give Thought I was more Than blood in this skin So feed me to wolves So feed me to wolves The innocent joy that held up my smile washed away in the waves of each year But I’ll play it coy and talk for a mile About things that I’ll never hold dear And all I could take Was all I could give Thought I was more Than blood in this skin So feed me to wolves So feed me to wolves

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released January 20, 2020

Written, arranged, produced, guitar, vocals, field recordings, synth - Liam Anastasia-Murphy
Drums, guitar - Jesse Kessler
Bass, lead guitar, keys - Christian Towler
Vocals - Alex Gallant
Recorded at Bang-A-Song Studios with Tony Goddess and Warren Babson
Mix - Warren Babson
Master - Peerless Mastering
Special thanks to Jacob Moginot and Karen Anastasia

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