Busch Hymns

by Posture & The Grizzly

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released March 4, 2014

engineered and mixed by Chris Teti at Silver Bullet
mastered by Jon Markson
artwork by Jordan Hudkins

J Nasty - guitar, vocals
Piss Malone - bass
Cabbage Pillow - drums

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Track Name: No Brains
Try to talk about nothing, for real?
I am trying to hear you out
Cause I'd rather talk shit on the pavement or burn a cigarette
Then talk to you right now
Way two different personalities
We Fuck when our worst comes out
If you're excited then I'll use it
Piss my name in the ground

We'll lately I fall asleep on the drives home
You fall asleep with your clothes on
We hold hands but we don't talk

I fall asleep on the drives home
You fall asleep with your clothes on
We hold hands but we don't talk
I couldn't get enough
Track Name: Because I Got High
Stoned, red eyed and tired

Finding it harder to fall asleep
Looking at pictures I trashed from last year

You were close to me

A new way to drown a thought out
A mix of beer and gasoline

Light that match man I'm on fire

Won't you smoke me out
Burn me out


There's a brand new band, with a brand new song

You all don't know the words, tried singing along

But you don't know that band you don't even like them
Go and drive your car in time to see that band

In Derricks basement, you treat it like some sort of party


Stoned, red eyed and tired
Finding it harder to fall asleep

Looking at pictures I trashed from last year

You were close to me
A new way to drown a thought out

A mix of beer and gasoline

Light that match man I'm on fire
Won't you smoke me out

Burn me out


There's a brand new boy with a brand new curse
He has brand new lies he wears Brand New shirts

But you don't know that boy you don't even like him

Go and drive your car in time to see that band
in Derricks basement, you treat it like some sort of party


And I guess that I guess that I am finally nervous

And I guess that I guess that I am finally anxious

And I guess that I guess that I do deserve it
And I guess that I guess that I should try to sleep
Track Name: Sister Charles Marie
Why the fuck would I wait for you

If you never waited for me
You said I pulled you down so far underground

That you could barely breathe to cry out

To an ex-best-friend, true friends or lovers
Well maybe it's time to step free

You say you wanted a future but in the end

Where the fucks my future?


I walk right into this crowded room
Highlights of blooded boiled in my skin

I guess I'm to blame

Got to high to understand your words
Got to drunk stumbled and just slurred

Fuck this might seem so embarrassing


Reading on Hawking's how to travel in time
Then I could figure out wrong from right

What if I never met you?

And when you lay your head down tonight
Do you still think of me like I still think of you
Track Name: Egg Nog Drunk Off of Hilary Duff's Piss
Well it looks like your having fun

You got fucked up at the bar again
And I'd hate to be wasting our time

Were always off and on and back off again

And I know that you're alright
And I know that you'll be fine without me


And I'd hate to be causing a scene

But punks dead and your to blame for it

I'm swallowing my words, piss, vomit and shit
Then I cut my tongue and bled out my mouth

And I know that I'm alright

And I know that I'll be fine without you


And I think to myself how piss drunk I am and how you'll die
There's nothing left here so what am I really holding onto

And I'll think to myself the fucked up ways that I could die

And I'll find a hell that will let me burn so I can let you go
Track Name: Modern Punk
We'll lately I'm sick of listening to modern punk and

I'm sick of all these fucking kids I got to know
All these shitty kids I'm suppose to know

I'm trying, i'm trying to make it through Becks Mellow Gold

I'm trying hard but you don't see me anymore

And I don't care about you anymore
Not at all


I'm fucked up

My eyes are slowly rolling back to my brain

They keep on rolling but you don't see me anymore
And I don't think about you anymore

But I'm still trying, I'm trying hard to be that cool Dog

I'm trying hard but it's hard to give a fuck anymore
It's hard when you don't give a shit anymore

Not at all
Track Name: You Know I Know What You Did Last Summer
This must be it you look fucking dead here

God knows there's a thousand things that I would have loved to do with you


But I won't be coming back
I won't be coming back

But I won't be coming back

I won't be coming back


This must be it you maintained your status
God knows a nose ring or shitty tattoo just wouldn't do


But I won't be coming back

I won't be coming back

But I won't be coming back
I won't be coming back
Track Name: God's Drugs
When God took all your drugs

It was the end of your world
That boy came through the door

He left through the window


And I've been thinking about my self
The fat, tired, lonesome, piece of shit that I am

Or I tried to be
Track Name: Jordan Michael's Space Jam
Transmit this to planet I'm

Looking for a contact
The signals cut were gonna die

And you didn't seem to think of it


And I've been staring at these blank sheets of paper
And I've been swallowing shit piss and water


And you'll be that vulture who eats at my stomach

And my body will rot once you leave my carcass

You get high off me you get high off me
I get high for me I get high for me


And I've been staring at these blank sheets of paper

And I've been swallowing shit piss and water


And you'll be that star that will fall from Heaven
You're loosing weight your looking to thin

I get high off the moon I get high off the moon

I get high off you I get high off you


And I wan't to see you smile
And I want to see you