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My Life As A Bro

by Taking Meds

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1.
Taking Meds 02:41
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
2.
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
3.
Hole In Hand 04:32
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
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
7.
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
8.
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

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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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