The Growlers Music

My spine just squinted and my eye is weak
I can’t find peace in a form of speech
My views change color red hot, ice cold
Black ain’t a color happiness ain’t gold
It’s hard for me to feel normal easy to feel free
It’s hard for you to understand if you can’t feel me
I ain’t in a webster in a way I can grasp
I try to hold on to something that is fast
If something is a way of saying you don’t know
Then a name is just a way of being visible
My name is Someone Junior
Who is my dad
Mama is a Catherine Anne Hoover and she’s all that
And a bag of crypt
I’m a municipal and the mundane
I try to keep weird keep away from the same
I haven’t read an outline on how to pass youth
Rather than get passed I pass doobs
I’m out I’m in it’s hard to live in this given culture
All the hers and hims
All of the rats, snakes, and youth vultures around man
My heart’s out of shape and my skulls in a cast
I try to hold on to something that is fast
If something is a way of saying you don’t know
Then a name is just a way of being visible

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, backup vocals), Miles Patterson (guitar), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass, percussion, backup vocals)

A man with no god stated to pray
For a chance and a shot to win back his name
He used to have a whole lot but he threw it away
And all that he loved was washed down the drain
Oh man oh no he had nowhere else to go
Oh man oh lord only the lord could save his soul
He was the one it wouldn’t happen to
He reminded me of me and you
He had it all but what is it all
I guess you only know when it’s finally gone
Down to his knees and willing to give faith a try
Willing to plead to the man who gave and spared his life
A man with no god stated to pray
For a chance and a shot to win back his name
When he had nothing he started to see
The thing he missed most was his dignity

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, backup vocals), & Scott Montoya (bass, percussion)

The summer is here
And the red tide’s near
The day breaks brown
But when the sun goes down
The faces shine bright
Through the whole night
Her glow hypnotizes
As the sea drops and rises
Red tide come alive in the night red tide
Come alive tonight – moonlight
I kick the crystals in to the sky
I don’t stop to ask you why
Red tide
Friend of the moon
You come suddenly and leave too soon
I was beckoned from the western shore
I couldn’t hold my spirit anymore
No legend could scare me stiff
I give in let go and drift
First glance and you drew me near
To the sand with the distant fear
A midnight flash that doesn’t last
I have to wait until the seasons pass

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Clark Davison (keys), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass)

I was there too but I got out
Some stood still and some layed down
I saw the forming of a frozen mind
I got out in the nick of time
My own friends are all in the deep
Pulling in all of the wandering sheep
The ones inside don’t dare to ask
How long the cold cloud will last
Can you even recall when you last seen the sun
Can you even remember the sun

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass, tambourine)

They drug me down to the old cold river
They’re gonna throw me in
Cuz I’ve been caught sleeping with the daughter
Of the only man in town who can swim
I’m facing the old cold river my back against the wind
They gon’ throw me down to the bottom of the river
Never to rise again
I sink down
Down to the old cold bottom
Down, to rest with the fish
I sink down
Down to the old cold bottom just as the old man wished
The sea sleeps and the moon is hanging
Something I’d rather do
But I’m facing the old cold river
Bed of eternal blue
With no reason to breathe without the right to love free
I’ll sleep in the deep
Sink like a drink
Until again when we meet
I sink down, down to the old cold bottom
Without a hope in the clouds
Down down to the old cold bottom
To rest my bones in the ground
They can’t save me
Nobody can save me
They can’t save me now
They can’t save me
Nobody can save me if I must live without
I’d rather drown
Till I rise to the wide open sky
Down to the bottom old lonely bottom
Till I rise to the wide open sky
Leaving this place where love’s forbidden
Life without her love ain’t worth living in

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, bubbles, melodica), Miles Patterson (guitar), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass)

Believe in the trip
The more that you learn
You find you don’t know shit
Quit trying to know it all
Sometimes it’s ok to be wrong

Written by Brooks Nielsen

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals)

I haven’t had the guts no I haven’t had the balls
To tell you all about the thoughts I can’t keep out
Don’t wanna fall asleep I don’t wanna fall asleep
But I’ve been running out of ways to kill all of these sheep
She’s been cumming in my head and there’s a devil in our bed
I can not keep her concealed and I can’t shake that she ain’t real
She tells me that you’re dead or that you just picked up and left
And knowing that she lies doesn’t dull her piercing eyes
When the moon has come and left
She’s still fucking with my head
Dragging me into bed and never letting me forget
As my consciousness slips I fall into her grip
We drink the devil’s blood inducing psychedelic trips
She’s got ocean in her hips and liños in her lips
And when you’re lying in my arms she’s still tugging on my dick
Wet dreams
It’s not easy coming clean but my urges can not wean
I used to fight but now I fiend
Wet dreams

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, backup vocals), & Scott Montoya (claves)

When Jimmy thinks he found his home
With smiling faces and room to grow
Then he’s back on the stranger’s road
Never looking back and never letting go
He needs time to try his heart
Why even build or even start
If he’ll just get torn apart
Before he even gets a chance
It’s say goodbye and pack your bags
Then he’s back on the stranger’s road
Never looking back and never letting go
He needs time to find some air
All he’s found is life’s unfair
All he wants is for somewhere
That he can finally call his home
Somewhere where he can rest his bones
Somewhere he can find someone
Some place where folks remember his face
Cause most of the time he feels like a ghost
Who lives in the shadows and nobody knows
He dreams of giving his sons what he never had
A place to call home and a permanent dad
And he’ll never show them stranger’s road
He swears they’ll never know the stranger’s road

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass, percussion)

Soft hands with your head hanging low
You got no plans and nowhere to go
You’re always lying round and you’re always waiting
With your no good reasons for your complaining
I got no time or sympathy for the kind
Who put their needs ahead and put their morals behind
No time and too much weight on my spine to give you
Sense and a dime to hear you shuffle and whine
The man of today don’t have a back for the weight
Nobody to wait for food on the plate
Soft hands why don’t you do it yourself
Instead of waiting for your uncle to help
Pick up your limp chin and tighten up your belt
Instead of waiting for your shadow to help
The man of today has withered away

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor, Scott Montoya

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass)

I’m a go down to the corner of Beach and
Dance in the street to the barnacle beat
I’ll stand in the traffic and whale and I’ll dance
And smile as the plastics trip as they glance
Maybe they won’t find me crazy
The first ones to come are always the young
They’ll drop a baby at the sight of the sun
The youngies and the druggies and the pretties and the uglies
Till the oldies come down and get what they’ve been wanting
Bring what you choose your roots and dancing shows your kazoos and kangaroos
We’ve got nothing to lose
Sing your own tune or just sing along
Play your grass flute we cannot go wrong
Rip em off the ground
Show em our sound
Show em how to drown
I’m a go down to the carnival street
Stand on my hands and smoke with my feet
I’m a go down to the merry go round

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor, Scott Montoya

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Miles Patterson (keys), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass, percussion)

I’ll tell you I’ll never leave you
If you believe me then it’s your fault
So hear me clear before you hold me near
Before you hold me dear to your heart
These wandering eyes roll on the road
Not even I know where I’ll go
I’ll tell you I’ll always be true if I deceive you don’t be alarmed
This wandering heart does what it wants
Not even I know who I’ll love

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar)

Ether in the ice
Revenge in the water
There’s a thorn in your taco
And where is your daughter
Madness in the meat
Dead dogs in the street
Little babies scrappin' money that they don’t get to keep
Take me to the city of wasted dreams where there’s little boys with M16s
Where there’s little girls barely in their teens
Dancing on laps to mechanical beats
Child look over your shoulder and don’t believe their smiles

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, melodica), Miles Patterson (guitar), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass, percussion)

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar) & Scott Montoya (percussion)

Black Jungle Supreme
Black Jungle Supreme
Black Jungle Supreme
Black Jungle Supreme
Black Jungle Supreme
Black Jungle Supreme
Black Jungle Supreme
Black Jungle Supreme
Black Jungle Supreme
Black Jungle Supreme
Black Jungle Supreme
Black Jungle Supreme

Written by God

Performed by Matt Taylor (guitar, vocals) and God (matt taylor)

Way down in the green
Way down lies the queen
Queen of the sea and the sand
Down deep away from man
There’s no logic or moral
Down deep beside the coral
Resting under the breaks
You’ll find old 8 legs
Floating and swimming about
Holding the cloud in just to let it out
And if we disturb the peace
And piss through the top of the sea
She, she will release

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals, melodica), Matt Taylor (guitar) & Scott Montoya (bass)

Last night I dreamed that it rained
And nobody complained
And when it quit no one was ever the same
The rain was strange and all the colors changed
And the blues of my baby leaving turned into green
Drip drop dripped onto my lips
I dreamt an acid rain trip
Drip drop dripped acid rain trip
All of my loneliness slipped
Since you went away everything has been ok
Only grey and plain until the acid rain

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass, backup vocals)

I met you in the past
But I forgot to ask your name
I kept you in my dreams but it only seems to feed the flame
Give me another chance to break me from this trance
To get you in my hands again
Oh fill my empty bones
For I was a happy stone
Fill my fill my hollow bones
Hear my lonesome moans
Now I can’t leave it be
Your goddam memory has taken over me
And your face is all I see
Zombie around I run around
And wind up in the same town I run around
Like a dirty hound until your found
Being young and feeling old
And having just my drink to hold
Lurkin' searchin' on the road to find the only love I’ve known
Wild night of lust now only in my mind
I knew I couldn’t trust this treacherous heart of mine

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar) & Scott Montoya (bass, drums, percussion)

Down in the swamp
Where the spiders stomp
Swamp stomp chikka BOMP BOMP

Written by Matt Taylor

Performed by Matt Taylor (guitar, vocals)

The graveyard’s full
We’re running out of earth
But we can use the bones to build another church
Thick walls made of men whose souls have come and went
So what’s the magic number of how many men can live
Before our precious mother can no longer give
I don’t want your answers I’m content
With how much we can take before they call it rape
Everything that we create seems to get thrown in our face
Make it easy for the race and harder to escape
All we know is our souls all come and go

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals) & Scott Montoya (bass, guitar, keys, percussion)

The nosebleed sun bled on me
Shedding me but letting me through
A common ground with the nothing around
Would help me forget what I knew
A belly of warmth that lives on the sand
Like cold shadows live on the land
A sign that life in all shapes and size
Aren’t equal to that of a man
Death to my left and my ego far behind
I cherish the gift that is life
As I search for a sign a gate or a word
Something that’s different than my made up world

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, banjo) & Scott Montoya (bass, percussion)

Thick heads oh you don’t believe
Until the spirit has creeped in between your sheets
Oh what it is
That’s just a draft and you imagined a laugh
Discredit the gasp for he been pullin' on the shnapps
From the patriot to the man of the book
Insane to the saints they have all been shook
On what it is
Things aren’t always what they seem
Demons or ghosts or a rumpot’s dream
Sleep deprived or hypnotized
Easy to throw aside until it’s in your eyes
I am a man of no specific faith
I have no knowledge of beyond the grave
But I can’t deny the dead don’t always die
I have seen a ghost and it was no mistake
It was as clear as all the drinks I’ve drank
But I swear I was dry
I was no believer in the tales of fear
To think that Lucifer was always here
That may be a lie
Life is a blessin 'til you meet your death
Make good with your living breath
Make good with life
You may never die
Eternal life

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, backup vocals), Kyle Straka (keys), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass, percussion)

Everything I think I know
Don’t make me certain I am sure
Please lift this heavy curtain up high
Right when I die
Don’t just keep me happy
I am not worried I just smile
I see no threat in being honest and living wild
I see reaction and I do not react
I live by faith and don’t care about fact

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, banjo), Kyle Straka (Keys) & Scott Montoya (bass, drums, percussion)

I’ve just been thinking about my will
Thinking bout what mark I’ve made
If I get killed I wonder who’ll bring roses to my grave
You never know when it’s your time to go
You never know when you’ll have to return you soul
Sea lions have eight lives and I’ve gone through nine and I don’t want to die
But I don’t know how many I have left
Or how many I have right
How many days or nights you’ll be inside my feline eyes

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, backup vocals), Kyle Straka (guitar), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass, percussion)

Hot sand in my holes and tips
Hot wind whips at my riverbed lips
Snake dunes lookin' like hips and tits
And big red eye won’t blink he just sits
I don’t know where I am
I think I’m lost in the badlands
Paws full of thorns and I lost my hat
No palms just a cacti sea and it’s flat
No rock to stand on to see where I’m at
I’m looking for ground on a land that’s bad
Don’t wanna lose who I am
But I’m lost in the badlands
Hungry earth makes survivors strong
Thick skin and thorns just to get along
Think about tomorrow when today’s gone
Hangin' on a memory of where I’m from
Young and dumb and empty as shit
Muscle and thumb and fingertips
The desert sea is relentless
Dead red blanket on a baby with a fever
Once you see death naked you just can’t leave her

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass, percussion)

I’ve been over filling my head
Trying to guess what you’re tryin' to express
I wonder how long you’ve been
Bottled up every time you erupt
I’m tired of walking on eggshells
Gotta wait for you to find out yourself
That it’s all in your head
Let it be known
Quit bringing skeletons to bed
Or throw me a bone
Let me know
Come on are you blamin' on me
I’m not gonna take it personally
I’m just sick of all this negativity
Oh let me know
Or let me be
Oh let me know
Before we both sink this ship and everyone aboard
Is there a wicked man feeding your rage
Something I’ve done to make you feel betrayed
Tell me now or forever have no peace
Have you built an invisible stage
Or were you hiding your miserable ways
And now they’ve finally been released
Are you not the friend I once knew
Or has something taken over you
My old friend has been replaced

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, backup vocals), Kyle Straka (keys), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass, percussion, backup vocals)

He’s there but he ain’t home
Someone get his corner stone
His life ain’t in your hands
Only he knows what death demands
Use your heart but do not dread
Some things are better off left dead
If he falls far enough
Maybe he can bounce back up
Do not cushion with love
If you care then let him drop
Emanations ain’t glowin'
Rip the skin of his bones
Tell me what you see
Never mind don’t tell me
Leave him alone
He’s on his own
Cielito lindo
Camino muerto
His path ain’t up to you
Get out of whathedo
Death is to his left

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, melodica), Kyle Straka (guitar), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass, percussion, backup vocals)

Let’s hold up our palms
And live in paradise
Underneath our palms
And far away from our old lives
It has to start in your mind
Then it can be fueled by your heart
And we can leave this all behind
And we can have our own set of stars
I know a chunk of land
Full of fruit and without crowd
It belongs to a man
And he’ll never figure us out
Let my heart be your home
Let my mind be your only world
Never again will you be alone
You can live inside of me
And I can be your reality
We can erase all this shit they made up
We can take back our imaginations
Born again virgins of life
With no boundaries rules or limits on god’s creations
I promise that I’ll never build a wall
And open every door
So you can have it all

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass, percussion)

Matt Taylor

Performed by Matt Taylor (vocals, guitar, tambourine)

I try to stop all these
Gay thoughts and feelings
I don't know where they come from
Oh all of these gay thoughts
I've had trouble concealing
Since I was fairly young
I tell them I love you
I don't want to lose you
But they don't mind
I hardly believe me
I always deceive me
Time after time
Part of it's nature
The other part seems darker
Don't know what to blame it on
Try to control my behavior
But this is so much harder
When I'm far away from home
Gay thoughts again
They fill with every drink
Gay thoughts again
Consuming everything
Gay thoughts are mine
But they don't feel like me
These thoughts are somebody
That I don't wanna be

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Kyle Straka

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (keys), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Warren Thomas (percussion), Teddy Gonzales (Trumpet) & Scott Montoya (drums)

You bang other chicks
Sometimes you hide it
You take anything
If you don’t have to buy it
You have no age
And pawns for friends
Do whatever it takes
So it never has to end
Just ‘cause it feels good
Doesn’t mean it’s right
I know it sounds like it should
But that just isn't right
Life has consequences
For all our actions
No one should suffer
Just for your satisfaction
You think that love’s a trap
And dying young is rad
'Cause dying olds so sad
And you don’t wanna deal with that
The bender never ends
The feelings never sink
It’s better to pretend
That comfort’s in the drink
Feelin’ good
But you’ve been stealing the feeling
When you’re feelin high
Somebody else is low
Feelin’ good
Being led by your feelings
But your feelings can’t think
They don’t know where to go
If You never wake up
you’ll never come down
To do what you want
And like what you do
If you never look back
You’ll never come around
Then what you tell yourself
will turn into your truth

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, glockenspiel), Kyle Straka (keys), Brian Stewart (bass), Warren Thomas (percussion), Melisa Tellez (tiny piano) & Scott Montoya (bass, glockenspiel)

Hang on for the ride
I think I feel a change of tide
Just stay for one life
One day you’re gonna be wife
You’ll never have to worry again
I’m gonna be your man
Oh someday when tall boys turn into champagne
When bologna turns into steak
When I got gold instead of change
When I can give you everything you ever wanted instead of take
Oh someday I wish you could depend on me
I wanna have your mouth to feed
I wanna put your mind at ease
No reason to ever leave
You and I can both be free
Things ain't so cool right now but I promise they’ll get better
Find anyway some how to make you wanna stay forever

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, backup vocals), Kyle Straka (keys), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Jason Kaiser (percussion) & Scott Montoya (drums, backup vocals)

I picked myself up off the ground
I had an epiphany babe a realization babe
I knew that I couldn’t stay down
I had to find a way to be brave
Ill forgive you friend forgive me and we can be in love again
We was children I've lived ten lives since then
I’ve grown strong enough and I got wise
Emptiness has opened up my eyes
Now I see that I want you back in my life
And if you’re heart thinks im a crock of shit
Then I will submit and you can follow it
And I wont follow you my love ill just be your friend
Although I know that means ill never see you again
I’m not asking you to forget
I’m only asking to be forgiven
So keep your memories good or bad in your head
I don’t care about that it’s your heart I want to live in
Ill forgive you friend, forgive me and we can be in love again

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Jason Kaiser (percussion) & Scott Montoya (drums)

Her eyes burn like salt on a slug as she melts
She can’t keep it up she needs sleep
But she can’t find the time
So she feeds the fire can’t let it fade
Hope someone will see her and take her away
Her eyes scream she can’t keep out the dreams
As they blend into her days
She bends cause she’s too afraid to end
Can’t let it fade hope someone will see her
And take her away
She bends cause she’s too afraid to end
That forever bender goes on
Tries to pull it together and more on the fire
Can’t let it fade hope someone will see her
And take her away
Her island was paradise but everyone’s gone
She can’t close her eyes and turn down the song
Hide in the night and keep bending on

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, backup vocals), Kyle Straka (keys), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Jason Kaiser (percussion) & Scott Montoya (drums)

Found the cure for loneliness I'm forever immune
Stuck in my walk and in my head and I hum her tune
Yep she’s got rhythm its right
Some things don’t need words
You know your living when it all becomes a blur
Cant be explained
And there ain't no reason to
Something strange just comes over you
One million lovers to choose from but none like her
The only one for sure
Cant explain but its almost hard to recognize myself
Slowly I've changed turned into someone else
I find myself doing things id never do
Dreaming of her the whole day through
Can’t explain there is no need
There’s no one else who’s been inside of me
I know nothing stays the same
Things always change
But you and I will remain

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (keys), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Jason Kaiser (percussion) & Scott Montoya (drums, backup vocals)

You hide in the morning and the shadows are the cowards of the sun
When he’s rising alive and smiling he's well aware that you’re on the run
Come join my hand in the early sun
Take off all your clothes
Nothing to hide from anyone
You don’t have to live like a ghost
You are running with your head down you’ve got no reason to rise
When your living in the darkness there's no need for eyes
When your lies have touched everyone you love
Only the lies can be trusted slowly digging your own grave
Still unsure if it will keep you safe
Why do you choose to live so many different lives
To live is the greatest gift take your freedom and make your life
Embrace all the love you can get your only a victim if you decide

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, backup vocals), Kyle Straka (keys), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Jason Kaiser (percussion) & Scott Montoya (drums, backup vocals)

Your face is clogging up my dreams
Smiling so god damn tenderly
But I know that your heart is artificially sweet
And still I can’t pull you out of me
Like a bad mom that a good son cant forget
Guess it’s been too long that you’ve ravaged through my head
Well this is unfair to the girl who loves me
Get out of my head and let me love free
Hell I know this ain't no good for me
There ain't no grown man
That should be living in a memory
Got to set myself free
Slow down my thoughts and let my heart be
Memories of making love stronger then drugs
Memories of all the sweet things we said
Help me forget her eclipse my heart with yours
Help me remember that life’s worth living for

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Jason Kaiser (percussion) & Scott Montoya (drums)

You got those pet shop eyes
But honey I'm not buying
You look so cute it seems so sad
I almost thought about crying
Honey if you was mine
I'd give you a happy home
But I must leave you behind
I got a girlie of my own
Not sure that you’d get along
My girl could never be trained
She wants me all to herself
And I got no reason to complain
You got those pet shop eyes
But honey I must refrain
I’m in no position to buy
Id better leave you to remain
You got those pet shop eyes
Honey im not buyin'
You look so perty it’s so sad
I almost thought about crying

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Kyle Straka

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Jason Kaiser (percussion) & Scott Montoya (drums, backups)

We exist good youth with our heads on our shoulders
Still in the clouds yet awake
Got dreams of red white and blue and every other color too
We don’t want to live like kooks
Just wanna live in between
Not square not hippy and not like you good American kids with dreams
Don’t you worry sir
You don’t need to understand, old man
Life is for living and that’s as far as we got with our plans
Got us all wrong just a song just a moment
We’re all nubbin through the judgment
No plan strong hands and a spirit unmatched by any other land

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar, keys), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Jason Kaiser (percussion) & Scott Montoya (drums)

My body is covered in fat
My skin is covered in black ink
My head is a million men
My ego’s beginning to shrink
The world never seemed so big
How did it come to this
How did it turn into more drinking and sinking
When all that I ever wanted was less thinking
All that I ever wanted was less thinking
Everything was fine then I wanted more more more
No I can’t rewind to the way things were before
Living life in a bluff acting like I’m sure
It’s all out of love I don’t want to scare the herd
Burden of the captain
He gets all the fame
Everybody distracted and attracted to a name
And as everything slips by he must stay with his ship
Looking out for the tribe and missing all the trip
Burden of the captain more more more

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, banjo), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Jason Kaiser (percussion) & Scott Montoya (drums)

Row Row drown everything you know
Row let all your fear drown slow
Keep your faith and lose your shake
Don’t let your good heart break
Plenty of love for us to make
When we find new land to rape
More to take more to share more to break
Lets Row
Row let new stars begin to glow
Don’t lose your trust believe in my guts
For a man can only know so much
Virgin land with sandy lips
Open arms with perky tits
Hairless meat as sweet as memories we keep
Keep dreamin’ and before you know it
The cold will burn away
We’ll be alright don’t be afraid
The stars shine they show us more then black
Show us more then we left behind
And we ain’t goin' back
We’re gone strong cant go wrong
Keep on rowing and it wont be long
Keep rowing to the beat of your heart and row
We gonna find us a new timeline
We gonna leave everything behind

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Jason Kaiser (percussion) & Scott Montoya (drums, backups)

You give 'em and Ill take 'em
Knock 'em all down
And ill keep myself up
Its something I'm trying to say
Or trying to prove
I don’t know which I am trying to do
Either way it’s no use
The bigger the better
The harder they fall
Save 'em for later
I want them all
I had my share
But that wasn’t enough
Collect more shells
Before I'm in love
There's something I'm trying to say
Or trying to prove
I don’t know which one I'm trying to do
Either way it's no use

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (keys), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (snare)

Giant barnacles for mountains that sit like a hat above your silhouette
Can’t steal my stare from the fountain that is spilling out your beauty
Oh yes you got me all wet
Your long spider leg lashes a tickling
Your black perty eyes is a glistening
When your ripe strawberry lips part I can’t help
But listen to the sound of your power
You’re the sun I'm just your flower
Oh legs to wrap and arms to wrap to point into the sky or fall into your lap
I want to see them hold me in a trap
The most gorgeous web I know I got to stab
Tempting it is to use all my strength but I know the proper way to play
You want me to show that I can wait it out
Before you eat me up and spit me out
Find love in my blood and use me for your eggs
Just as long as you wrap me up with your arms and legs
Use me for your eggs cause I ain’t trying to get away

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar, keys), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Jason Kaiser (percussion) & Scott Montoya (drums)

I’ll let you sleep in and let the sun peep through
I sound like a creep but I love watching you
Cause when nobody’s around its when you and I we own this town
When there’s no more booze and my lungs feel bruised
When we get into bed and our loves transfused
When nobody’s around is when you and I we own this town
When we stumble down the beach and spit at the moon
Wrestling in the sand with our love bestrewn
Fear of nothing our hearts immune
You’re my hearts boon together our hearts croon
The sweetest lovers tune
You and I and the moon
When we get into bed and spit at the moon

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar, keys), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (bongos, tambourine)

My words are weak compared to the drug
What can I really say to help
Plus I know what it feels like when you can’t look up
I got to deal with that myself
But I remember the sun bleached grom
And every day under the sun
And I don’t want to scare him away I just wish we were still young
Beach rats
Reckless days
Foul mouth salty kids
All day peeled by the sun and wrapped up in the ocean's lips
So how do we get to be so far away from the things we love
So sad to see a boys love for the waves be replaced by a drug
I remember the sun bleached grom and every day under the sun
And I don’t want to scare him away
I just wish we were still young
Strawberry noses snake skin backs and knees all covered in wax
Show offs begging for attention trying to show them that we’re rad
It’s easy to forget about the world, outside of the town
Feelin' free with no rules in the sea but even fish eventually drown

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar, keys), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (drums)

Written by Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, omnichord), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (drum, percussion)

Uncle Sam’s a dick
I’m up to my neck in debt
I cant afford no chick
I need a push I need a lift
Just enough to get me going
No I’m not talking getting rich
I need to slow down the dogs
Gotta gain some ground
Got to get away from the hounds
Flip me over like a stack
et ‘em off of my back
I need a helping hand from a brother man
Can ya understand
All I need is all that I have
I don't need another mom and dad

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar, keys), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (drums, percussion)

Too many songs not about drinkin'
Too many songs of stories unlived
I get along with my imperfections
How 'bout a song just for the kids
Holdin' it in
Dont let 'em find out
You wanna keep all your lives seperate
I don't plan on having a stage name
You be the judge if I seem pathetic
Here I am cold as a beer can
That I snuggle with until I wake
Here I am warming up in time
In the hands of a god without a name
I drink heavy if you measure in blood
Can't say no to a friend with a smirk
My ego's too social to let me shut up
My mind loves to watch my heart overwork
Let my soul grow strong enough to be written in my eyes
Let 'em drown in the waves of the salty tears I cry
If whisky don't drown me and i make it to the surface
If when I come up for air the smoke ain't too thick
I'll turn around and swim back to the bottom
I don't wanna waste my wick

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Kyle Straka

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (drums, tambourine)

The sun doesn’t beat her
He lets the shadows hug her breast
He just rests on her skin to make her warm to caress
A little sun babe
Stealing your eyes from the sky
Steal her and bring her into the night
Cool down the baby Like ice cream to the knife
Shine a little love on your life
Cuz skin turns into leather
Hearts begin to callouse
Nothing in this world lasts forever
Little girls don't last forever
Enjoy them while you can
They're made for little boys
And soon you'll be a man
Little girls don't last forever
Enjoy them while you can
They're made for little boys
And soon you'll be a man
When you see diamonds in her eyes
And lips of morning mist
Use the moon to steal the sun’s kiss
For that feeling is begging
Listen to your dogheart
Let it out of the yard
'Cause little girls don't last forever
Enjoy them while you can
They're made for little boys
And soon you'll be a man
Little girls don't last forever
Enjoy them while you can
Take it from a dirty young man
The sun doesn’t beat her
He lets the shadows hug her breast
He just rests on her skin to make her warm to caress
That little sun babe
Stealing your eyes from the sky
Steal her and bring her into the night

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (drums)

Some things you can't turn off
Just like the coming of the dawn
So good that you never wanna stop
But you know that it's kinda wrong
But you can't be hard on the lovers
Can't be too quick to judge
It's hard to choose the right thing to do when you're so in love
Your heart and your mind play dumb like when you were still young
Don't look for reason to blame
You don't need to condone
It's enough when they feel shame
Leave them alone
Hiding under covers doesn't help
Lovers have a very special glow
Their eyes and their hearts explode
Soon enough everbody's gonna know
I know it's not a game
And I know it's none of my business
I'm not one to push the blame
And I sure don't wanna be a witness
But you can't be hard on the lovers
Can't be too quick to judge
It's hard to choose the right thing to do when you're so in love
Your heart and your mind play dumb like when you were still young
Don't look for reason to blame
You don't need to condone
It's enough when they feel shame
Leave them alone
But you can't be hard on the lovers
Can't be too quick to judge
It's hard to choose the right thing to do when you're so in love

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar, keys), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (drums)

If you’re trying to get in his head
Then you’re just wasting your breath
'Cause he might as well be dead
There just ain’t no getting through
If that’s what you’re trying to do
And to those who don’t know him yet
He don’t care if you ever do
He is faithful to himself
And it can hurt to hear the truth
But he just ain’t concerned with you
They were mean, said they were silly dreams
So he had to leave, no time to grieve
Had to set out and find
Something better than what he left behind
Something he knew was worth
All of his pain and hurt
He gets down on his own self
More than anybody else can
And it’s easy to understand
But it can hurt to hear the truth
But he just ain’t concerned with you
'Cause spirits have their own minds
They can’t be confined to fit between the lines
Spirits have their own minds
They can’t be confined, they draw their own lines
It’s alright tell 'em how it is
Even though it don’t make you popular
Sometimes you gotta be a dick
You don’t have to roll over
So to those who don’t know him yet
He don’t care if you ever do
He is faithful to himself
And it can hurt to hear the truth
But he just ain’t concerned with you
They were mean
Said they were silly dreams
So he had to leave
No time to grieve
Had to set out and find
Something better than what he left behind
Something he knew was worth
All of his pain and hurt
Spirits have their own minds
They can’t be confined
They draw their own lines
It’s alright tell 'em how it is

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (drums)

A couple thousand days full of every emotion
It’s enough to know a woman as much as a man can
But still don’t quite feel it’s the proper devotion
To ensure that we can both withstand
All of the distractions
So hard to keep your head from out of the clouds
She’ll never have her satisfaction
Unless she’s sure that we’re both strapped down
She’s so tired of the humdrum and I understand
She wants something tangible, like a ring on her hand
And she’s tired of my reasons
She’s so tired of my broke ass life
And I understand her pleading
And she’s leaving unless I make her my wife
A couple thousand days full of every emotion
It’s enough to know a woman as much as a man can
And it’s not enough to keep her from wondering what I do when I’m gone
All of the distractions
So hard to keep your head from out of the clouds
She’ll never have her satisfaction
Unless she’s sure that we’re both strapped down
I never wanted money
Never wanted to chase these dragons
Not afraid of being lonely
But if she leaves I don’t know what’ll happen

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar,keys), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (drums, percussion)

Some call him Rat Face
Human hands and starburst eyes
Unloved and thrown away to the unforgiving night
And when the moon is bright as dawn the chase is on
He never had a decent chance
Thieving like it's his birth right
Some can't be trusted, never open up to them
Or become the hunted, each one sees men as gems
And when the moon is bright as dawn the chase is on
He never had a decent chance
Thieving like it's his birth right
Here comes Ol' Rat Face
Drunk again and shedding lies
He keeps a straight face, seldom laughs and never cries
And when the moon is bright as dawn the chase is on
He never had a decent chance
Thieving like it's his birth right
How can he ever believe again
The whole world shunned him
Too afraid to let you in
Cause nobody ever loved him
Some call him Rat Face
Human hands and starburst eyes
Unloved and thrown away to the unforgiving night
And when the moon is bright as dawn the chase is on
Never had a decent chance
Thieving like it's his birth right

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Kyle Straka, Scott Montoya

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar, omnichord), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (drums, percussion)

I had a little bit of pity, then I slapped myself
Kinda sucks that they'll never know
I felt bad for my brothers
Sleep walking going nowhere
Cause they're so afraid to grow
Give me cities and big kid toys
Give me little girls and little boys
Take a risk and feel some pain
Put some change inside your veins
Drunk's alright, high is good, being man is great
What you need is a little change
Sleepin without dreams
You got nothing to remember
You're always gonna be the same
Give me cities and big kid toys
Give me little girls and little boys
Take a risk and feel some pain
Put some change inside your veins
I wanna drag 'em by their long hair, peel up their eyes
Wake them from their empty dreams
Speed up the pulse
Wake up the ghost
Listen to their sleepy souls scream

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, keys), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (drums)

My smile begins to show the fangs
That I never knew that I had
I raise my drink to drown your face
But you just keep coming back
I give firm shakes and I peel off smiles
And I deal out all my soul
I find reason while it's all worthwhile
But I can't help feeling so cold
My smile begins to show the fangs
That I never knew that I had
I raise my drink to drown your face
But you just keep coming back
My voice swells up and my face gets ruff
My dreams become my fear
There's so much love that I don't want
Cause I just want you here
There's me in the night and me in the day
Ain't no in between
One thousand souls fight for control
Of the man with the long gone dream

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (drums)

So it's a bust
But we don't wanna bail so stick with us
Cause even if we fail, you can trust
That we'll know for sure that our intentions
Are never anything but pure
We only want to be free
And as funny as it sounds it's all we want
To not have our egos bound we'll the raise our sons
Cause man should be free as falling rain
To find what he loves even if it's pain
We keep bringing
The same dream to bed every night
To keep our spirits fed to keep from being
Just another talking head that makes the world think
That there's something wrong with men

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Kyle Mullarky

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (drums)

Patience out the window and feed it to the birds
Saying nothing to much while they find it first
Pissin' on the moments and missing the chance
Under your face and it slipped through your hands
Waiting for approval and nobody cares
Guessing the motives behind every stare
Think back about the things you used to care about
And now there so insignificant
Think how lame your fears seem now
And how you might not get to live again
Worried about the stranger's imaginary thoughts
Wondering if they're gonna love you or not
Loves me she loves me not it's all the same
Irrational thoughts still feed the mundane
Waiting for approval and nobody cares
Guessing the motives behind every stare
Let old fear be your mirror
Let it show you that it can't hold you
Let old fear be your mirror
Let it show you that nobody owns you

Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (drums)