I’ve got a feeling that it’s all in my head. 
Did you hear what I said?
Oh, yeah. 
I stumble in. 
Stumble in to my bed. 
Well, did you hear what I said?
Oh, yeah. 

I’ve got a feeling that you’re shutting it down when I come around. 
Oh, yeah. 
I’ve got a feeling that you’re shutting it down when I come around. 
Oh, yeah. 

Wouldn’t it be nice to shut up and leave?
No, I’m not being mean.
Oh, yeah. 
Wouldn’t it be nice to shut up and leave?
No, I’m not being mean.
Oh, yeah. 

You cut me right in two.
Oh, yeah.

A poorly recorded cover version of Where Is My Mind?

Where Is My Mind? (Pixies Cover)

A poorly recorded cover version of Christmas Card

Christmas Card (Joyce Manor cover)

I’m feeling 
No reason
You’re excited 
But that’s treason 

Hey you
My echo
Why are you so damn hateful 
I’ll come back if you’re faithful 
And our lives will be both dreadful 

I’m feeling 
This season
You’re alive 
And I’m breathing 

Hey you
My echo
Why are you so damn hateful 
I’ll come back but it’s painful
And our lives will both be miserable 

Paint chips on your lips
Grab my hips then swing then dip
Paint chips on your lips
Grab my hips then swing then dip

Spit it out you ain’t that tough
In my head 
I’ve had enough 
Spit it out you ain’t that tough
In my head 
I’ve had enough 

You’re feeling 
You’re ceiling
You’re high 
And I’m kneeling 

Hey you
My echo
Why are you so damn hateful 
I’ll come back if you’re faithful 
And our lives will be both dreadful 
You’re dreadful

Buttercream

I’ve been finding Ziploc bags with your hair in them. 
You cut it all off to prove a point. 
I guess you’re just as arrogant as I am. 
Always too proud to say you can’t. 
But I know you will, cause it always ends bad when you’re up to something. 
I said it always ends bad, and I’m left with nothing. 
And I can’t take it anymore. 

Paperclips and sideways smiles. 
I hate you for a million more miles. 
Paperclips and sideways smiles. 
I think you should rest for a while.

Paper Clips

You Are My Sunshine

I’ve been drinking saltwater 
I swish it in my mouth 
All the words go through your ears and straight into the clouds 
You’ve been talking all night long how you don’t want me around 
If you could you’d get the nerve and you’d put me in the ground 
The ground 

Put me in the ground 

All my friends they play outside and I’m stuck here in my bed 
Well they don’t want to play pretend so I will just play dead 
I was spinning in the center and the world just stopped 
Trying to keep track of it but I forgot my watch 
I was standing in the center
I forgot my watch 

Put me in the ground 

Well we’re standing on the edge 
And I know we’re gonna fall
When we hit the ground, baby it won’t be soft 
Baby it won’t be soft 
Baby would you break my fall
Baby would you break my fall
Well it won’t be soft

Taffy Mouth

None of this temporary. 
Actually you never carried any of the weight. 
You drown in your hate. 

Vocals-Brad Newberry
Guitar-Brad Newberry
Bass- Brad Newberry
Drums- Karl Childers

Mustard Biscuits

Ted Cruz is The Zodiac Killer
Just because you went to Florida, don’t think I’ll forget, Ted. 

Vocals- Brad Newberry
Guitar- Brad Newberry 
Bass- Brad Newberry
Piano- Brad Newberry
Drums- Doyle Hargraves

Ted Cruz is The Zodiac Killer (Ode to Butter)

North Georgia iPhone rock. 
I like Modest Mouse.