Methuselah [San Fermin Cover]

Like Lions (re)Do [Right Away, Great Captain! cover]

They told me to follow my heart, but my heart leads to the dark.
They told me to follow my dreams, but every night, I dream of dying.

Nothing's that simple. Nothing's that simple, ever.
And nothing's that easy, nothing worth anything at all.

So what is left for a man who can't trust his own damn ears?
Nothing worth anything at all, but I'm still listening.



Nothing Worth Anything [Original]

Ready for the puns?
--
Every day we're played the same four chords, yet we never manage to get bored.

To change it up, I used a fifth one. Listen for it in the chorus.

Did you notice? Listen close.
Just for you I added different notes.

Here's the part where I sing my dues, but I won't forget the don'ts because the con remembers prose.

Do do do la da da

Every day we're played the same four chords.
I'm growing bored, and hearing music is becoming a chore.

So I sold all my things just to please the Lord.

I was alone and life was beautiful.
Life was beautiful when I was alone.

Life Was Beautiful [Original]

I'm a four of spades in a deck in a game of Gin Rummy in a casino down in Seminole Heights.

You can bet on me. Bet away all your money.
Bet on me because I never fail to disappoint.

I'm the pack of menthols you swore to your wife that you'd quit.

Just don't forget to take off your shirt as you hide behind the shed and breathe me in.

Eventually, she'll find me in the laundry because your back pocket's full of broken promises.

I'm a four of spades in a deck in a game of Gin Rummy.
Bet on me. Bet away all of your money.
I'm the upside down cigarette that you swear is lucky.

So bet on me because I never fail to disappoint.

Sin Tax [Original]

Scaling walls: the night shimmers on as you set up your ladder against my balcony.

Could it be maybe 2 or 3 in the morning? Maybe midday? Who's to say?

Half a day spent angry and brooding.
I was pacing in a bad mood across my living room.
It was an empty house, and I could hear my thoughts echoing back at me.

Those were my footsteps. Those were my footsteps.

[do-da-doo-doo do-da-doo-doo]

Every step, a thought rattles off of where I went wrong or what I'd do to you.
Could it be? Maybe one day I will find you. 

Maybe I have already.

Half a day spent angry and brooding. 
I was pacing in a bad mood 
across my living room.

The Various, Possible Personas Of A Bike Thief [Original]

// lyrics //

No, I won't kill my son for you, but I'll spend my days in the afterlife.

So please tell Abraham that I'm no Knight of Faith, and Gabriel won't have to come down here to stop my blade. I know Kierkegaard must be rolling in his grave, but I can't bare all this weight. No, I can't bare all this weight alone.

We held hands and watched the elephants, dissected by the diamonds of the chain-linked fence. We wondered if they realized they were wild or if they live their lives in ignorance.

Please tell Abraham that I'm no Knight of Faith, and Gabriel won't have to come down here to stop my blade. I know Kierkegaard must be rolling in his grave, but I can't do this on my own. No, I can't do this on my own.

So, no, I won't kill my son for you, but I'll spend my days in the afterlife anyway.

Tales from an Empty House

Fear and Trembling

This is a song about my enneagram type. It was recorded with a 15$ computer mic and has not been auto tuned or processed. Raw and imperfect.

Balance

I wrote this song 2 years ago. It is probably the most embarrassing for me to release so far due to the subject matter/lyrics. This is again recorded with my garbage 15$ computer mic, and also recorded without auto tune. 

2 years ago I started having panic attacks. The first one I ever had was in the middle of the night out of a sound sleep. My heart felt like it was going to explode and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I spent way too much money on multiple ER visits and doctors appointments with each one of them telling me the same thing: I was fine and healthy and this was all panic. It went on for almost an entire year. 

Feeling like you’re going to die every waking moment for a year straight tends to make you wonder about what happens when you die. Which leads me to why I wrote this song. 

Religion can be an amazing comfort and guide. I also believe it can be very toxic. Every single person reading this has most likely experienced religion in a toxic way at some point or another. For me, I was raised into religion. I spent most of my week in church services. 4 times a week from the earliest I can remember until I became a teenager. I remember being taught about Hell and I remember being terrified of what I was told. Maybe I wasn’t ready to hear about it, or maybe I just took it in differently than other kids, but either way it shaped and molded my faith in an unhealthy way. So, I developed a faith based on fear rather than love. Faith was not a comfort for me for most of my life. Thankfully, I met a lot of amazing people along the way who helped me see God differently. I don’t live in that same fear as much anymore. But there are still times I find myself in that toxic state of mind even to this day. 

So, when I was having these panic attacks every day for almost a year straight, I also got very depressed. I kept thinking how I wish I had never been born because I wouldn’t have to feel afraid anymore. And it really wasn’t until after I wrote this song that I started to get a little better each day. I had to constantly remind myself that this version of God I had in my head was not reality and that I didn’t have to be afraid of Him or of dying. Now that doesn’t totally make me feel comfortable about dying by any means. But at least there was now a part that I no longer had to torture myself thinking about. And that was healing I desperately needed and I think a lot of other people need as well.

Fear and Trembling

Up and Adam

Related tracks