My Life As A Bro

by Taking Meds

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released November 4, 2016

Matt Battle - drums / vocals
Ben Kotin - guitar / vocals
Jon Markson - bass / vocals
Skylar Sarkis - vocals / guitar

Produced and engineered by Jon Markson at The Gallery and Battle's House.

Mastered by Dave at Gradwell House

Art by Jared Diamond

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Track Name: Taking Meds
Like watching everybody roll
When you've already come up
There's a down payment on a house you never saw
Master exploiter: I'm one and I'm all
Gotta hang on

There's a void in a river
That's advancing frantically
To steal it all from me

Like watching nails on fingers grow
While your mother's waking up
There's a brown stain outisde the house you never saw
and it's time to go to work
and it's time to go
Gotta hang on

There's a void in a river
That's been running over me
Running over me
Track Name: I Only Want To Listen To My Own Band
I went out the other day
With a couple of friends, they said "Hey you look great"
They went to another bar and I went home
Said "Next time," but next time I didn't pick up my phone

"Next time," but next time I stayed home
But next time I played by myself and starred at myself and laughed at myself
Heard somebody crying
and I didn't even help

I really prefer silence man
I only want to listen to my own band
I really prefer silence man
I only want to listen to my own band
Rather listen to the window fan
I only want to listen to my own band

I got fucked the the other day
and it felt the same
That's why I like memories
'cause nothing's that great
and they wished me well
said "Next time" but next tim I'll play with myself

I really prefer silence man
I only want to listen to my own band
I really prefer silence man
I only want to listen to my own band
Rather listen to the window fan
I only want to listen to my own band

Hold your ears out to me
Close your ears off to the rest
Track Name: Hole In Hand
At night my mind becomes
An empty room
With a computer in the corner
And an ethernet cable
And a body-sized tunnel
I dug to the outside
In case I have to escape

There's a hole in my hand and the sand is raining down
Down the front of my pants
and I'm starting to float again

At night my mind becomes
An unmarked car
Doing lots and lots of waiting
With a camera to the window
and the key in the ignition
In case I have to escape

There's a hole in my hand and the sand is raining down
Down the front of my pants
and I'm starting to float again
Track Name: Crash At My Place
First month goes by
Anxiety running high
As I take the word of a smiling-faced criminal
Third month goes by
A flock of city kids running by
They give me a feeling
like I've got a case of my own

I don't think you know
But I get the impression
That you get the wrong Impression from me

Ten months goes by
Answering service is muddled by
The horn blare of oncoming trucks in the space in my skull
Give one last try
Put down the phone so I
Can wait for the call
Of the smiling-faced criminal

Another week, another week I'm giving you the pass

I don't think you know
But I get the impression
That you get the wrong impression from me

Another week, another week I'm giving you the pass to try to show compassion
In a hallway full of trash
You can bullshit this bullshitter
I'm a stupid ball of clay
For pennies on the dollar
You can have a place to stay
Another week, another week
The basketballs at 4am are loud
but you don't care
You're gonna borrow money
From your sister in Montclair
Another week, another week, another week, another week
A hallway full of trash

I get the impression that you get the wrong impression
Don't you?
Walls up
To the ceiling
Chalk white
Sounds like how I'm feeling
I get the impression that you get the wrong impression
Track Name: Blue Shirt Boogie
Haircut, blue shirt, clean shave
Khaki pants that don't fit me the same
I should be saying something
Instead I'm yawning instead I'm praying for an accident
Found out they're paying people
To do this for them
and now I'm paying for it
by the time I get done with the job
I forgot what I needed money for
Track Name: Comfort In Poor Planning
Making a list of belongings to be sold
Taking comfort in poor planning
Waiting to relate to those who left
Relating too heavily to those who stayed behind
Rich for the moment
Broke for the glory
Drunk for convincing
The comfort in poor planning
The time when there was time for everything
Future doctors getting spun with future cops
Transparent warm colors
Blending smoothly
Getting poured into the gravel and the sand
A simple want: to go unnoticed
No cluttered hallways
No unwelcome complications
No estranged friend with an invitation for a drink
The comfort in poor planning
Track Name: Busy Schedule
Well I gotta get up
Well I gotta get up
'cause I don't really gotta get up

Warmth is depressing
Too much of a good thing

We're all crashing on the tracks
Thanks for the striking act
Thanks for the striking act

Well I gotta get up
Well I gotta get up
'cause I don't really have to get up

There's shit that could get done
It's not like it's urgent
It's surely important
Could wait 'til morning
'cause I won't be working
But I might get tired

Now i'm crashing on empty tracks
Thanks for the striking act
Thanks for the striking act

You're living it
Welcome bad teeth
You're living it
Welcome court fees
You're living it
Welcome two kids
you're living it
You had good dreams
Track Name: Country Border Bars
Strong stomach, strong eyes
Selective hearing, weak mind
Insurmountable problems with solutions
I can't wait to get drunk tonight
and be the fly

Should've gone to Alaska when he gave me the chance
Should've looked at the price before I stuffed my pants
and walked out of the store
Out from under the eye
You get what you pay for
Can't buy what you don't buy

Strong stomach, strong eyes
Selective hearing, weak mind
Stumble in showing twice as much eyelid
Almost tripped on the lines in the street

Maybe if I lived around violence
Maybe if I had something concrete
Should've stayed in the trade of being far too concerned
With knowing less than I know each time that I learned I should've stayed at my job
I should've stayed in the chair pitching a tent by myself instead of pitching it here

Forward moving responses to failure
No room in the life of my mind
Paying recounter instead of character
No room in the life of my mind
Find a new place to spend my nights
No room but U can sit and perseverate
No room, no room, no room

Strong stomach, strong eyes
Selective hearing, weak mind
Stumble in the showing twice as much eyelid
Almost tripped on the lines in the street
Maybe if I lived around violence
Shit, eventually I'd have to try it
Maybe if I lived around violence
Stumble in showing twice as much eyelid
Oh, if I had something concrete