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Unhealthy

by Lee Ellis

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nusuth
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nusuth This stuff drives me up the walls like the Gene Ween solo stuff, less piano/synth centered tracks than the previous solo album, boulevard revisited is cool too. Favorite track: Word is Not Bond, Seattle (Fuck Boltbus).
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Cameron Grieves This album is such a darn treat, dripping with emotion and buoyant enough not to be dragged down by rather heavy lyrical content Favorite track: Sundays With Simba (I Don't Care About Your Songs).
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Dropped you off at the airport Saw so many hugs that would not end United Airlines United friends We were all like brothers But now you all only hang With way more significant others And the a.m. radio still plays those ghost noises Remember when they played beneath our trembling voices? In Oklahoma, Arizona, and no where... And the rats ate all the bread again, that exterminator's gonna get fired We set some traps when we were drunk, and we fucked 'em up Yeah-we were so tired We were tired And you were over seas and couldn't be bothered Well I don't blame you-this man is a sham and a snake in the water You found yourself in the faces of European crafted tongues And we shared ours but not anymore-mine's such a bore It's just no fun And in Warsaw they have more fun And in Iceland they have more fun Even Seattle is way more fucking fun
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Boulevard 03:30
Devin this stretch of I-5 reminds me of I-81 so much How all the trees shed their leaves, of which all fall together But their trunks stand and never touch And no one drives as fast and you can't always pass 'em but it teaches you how to wait Patience is an acquired taste
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I don't wanna hear your songs about how you just couldn't change for me And how that's just not how happiness goes or is supposed to be Don't call me "Honey," sweetie-sour references work best I'll fuck right off-thank god I got that off my chest And I don't wanna hear your songs about your Idaho discoveries Of wine and boys and broken hearts And that's why yours was forced to freeze I guess that's how you think if you bow down to coarse astrology Believe me-real life is really not all it's cracked up to be You don't wanna hear my songs about how I wish I could change for you And how it sucks you don't know what you want and really never knew And how you're young and beautiful and need to grow alone into What you think that this world expects from you No one wants to hear our songs about how we just couldn't work Friends in love and lust and how we used to be a couple dorks But now your daily rituals know nothing of the sort It's just something that you never could afford I don't wanna hear your songs and I don't wanna hear those chords The ones I showed you how to play when I had merit in my words So find an open mic and get your couple of free pours you won't ever see me walkin' through the door And I don't wanna hear your songs about the life you wish you had How everyones a badass when they stand alone, and glad I guess you're right, this shit is always just so fuckin' sad Make your own bed this time, it's really not that bad Really not that bad
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How long do you give it a rest? And when is it time to decide on the best? When your brain is at war with that thing in your chest No one's ever the champion You were why I held onto bliss And strawberry lipstick I wore after we kissed Now you make your own bed And you lie like the lion I miss And this can be "art," and it taunts Saying "Waitresses model as who you think you want" We use all the same words, but in a different font Yeah, you'll probably write the same song I loved all the goth shit you played Back when you and I felt it exactly the same Now it's fucked up and dark Like the tones on the tape when they sang "I guess life really is pain" We're good at drowning out the earth But that wine that you buy won't show you how much you're worth And I'm one to talk, I can't even remember The thoughts of someone sober The thoughts of someone sober The thoughts of someone sober But thank god it's almost over
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Protege 03:48
Trouble’s out and dealin Tellin me I should have been a better friend And when the saints go marchin Your arm around Francis of Assisi then And rolled cigarettes you rolled the best Behind the ear, you know You were way more than Jane Doe We love, we love and let it go Always knew you were so strong In all the sing alongs we were your protégés And then one for Tessa You will meet again All dogs ascend that way Still fucked up from the shots we got waiting for Jake to headline We love, we leave behind We love, we leave behind
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Real 02:56
Can we just fuck then please forget it?
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Baby 03:01
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Untitled 03:24
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Blushing will come naturally When we can't talk about anything Not as interesting as we deemed You dyed your hair again it seems You can't decide on anything Well I decided you are not part of my dreams Yeah I'm the shepard, you're one of the sheep Grab your shit and get out of my dreams
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Fuck our plans, Seattle's just too far away and really Wish you didn't have to tell me what you need
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I sit in on arguments, I love to audit your success Maybe I can learn a thing or two If shit's too stale don't think to stay Life hands you lemons, run away You love drinking spoiled lemonade You have way more culture than I do Because the world all fell in love with you If that's all that it takes, then don't let me be your brakes But don't forget, I am your New York Times review Thought it be a smooth escape Well problems have very long legs Just don't think of me, and why would you want to? Yeah-since you've gone it's changed a lot My friends and I found what we lost And that's actually worth holdin onto You said I was way too insecure I just don't get why you're so damn sure Of yourself and what to give The online diary you live Well appearances do fade, let's see you those days

about

Yeah there's a light at the end
Last call fluorescents
Yeah there’s a light at the end
It's called breathe in and pretend

I was thinkin about that word
The one I throw around when I’m bored
To see if you’d say it back
And you did
I guess you’re just as bored as I am

credits

released October 31, 2017

Taylor Shultz-banjo, vocals
Cory Van Cleef- engneer, producer, percussion
Mastered by Nick Vicario
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