First song i wrote on my ukulele :) i recorded this on my phone so it sounds terrible but that's ok life goes on 

"backup rubber bands wrapped around my wrist. my hands are cold, open windows, sitting watching storms roll in. it’s harder to admit when things are getting bad again. guilty, crimson waters feed the valleys of my covered skin.

call a therapist, it’s emergency, lift my head, i’m worn. my eyes are awful sore. call a therapist, it’s a emergency, fix my head. i can’t take much more (of this shit).

at my highest i can feel the shifting of the heart of the mountain. climbed- god i climbed, and now i’m falling faster than i can say “wait, i wanna stay this way.” i don’t think i’ll ever feel the same again.

if i’m slipping on the rocks on my way up, would you reach out to help me? would you not? would you love me, love me, love me all the same if i can’t reciprocate the light you showed me?

if i’m sitting caught in the rain, slowed on my peak, if i am blue in the face, unable to speak, would you still love me, love me, love me?”

Distress Signal

Cheekface – Grad School

From The Thermals LP 'The Body, The Blood, The Machine'

I Might Need You To Kill

The Macho Man

Grubworm With A Turtleneck Sweater (Live)

Mutuals

Live at the Crescent Ballroom

You Don't Deserve Yourself (Live)

Bad Things (Live)

Rompilation

Joe Arpaio Is a Punk

Being sad’s so boring
I’m taking a vacation
I’m driving down to see my old friends tonight

Let’s spend the week with rosy cheeks
And crush the grapes beneath our feet
And stop burrowing through old chocolate boxes
Like a heartbroken Bacchus

I miss the good old boys
They could still find joy in life to talk about

So leave that girl behind you
Or whatever it is that’s got you
We’ve still got time for one more drink tonight

Think what the others would say
If they saw you in the bathroom, kicking the stall door
They’d say “get out of your head for a while
Jump into mine, leave it on repeat and it says:”

If I’d been a parrot I’d have been a very good parrot
If I’d be a parent I’d a be my own parents
If that’s not apparent than it will be soon

I don’t have any hope left but the weather is nice

If you’re trying to live you have to own what you do
Jesus Christ, I wish I could talk like that
But such is my place in life 

Bad Things (Live)

AJJ

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