Name: now and the next day by DAMN JODY in 9pm
Duration: 1 min 32 s
Description: recorded this rough one 6 years ago. RIP brother

I'm sorry for your loss my friend - Kayne

I used to listen to dubstep what the fuck happened 🏈🕊️

come now,
don't fight it
one stop till you get home now
tried it
oh tell your friend to slow down
hiding
oh till the world won't turn round
hiding, hiding

come now
don't fight it
one stop till you get home now
driving
won't stop till you get turned round
can't fight it
all of the years at home now
hiding, hiding 













a small handful of weird songs I wrote during lockdown in vaughn . very improvisational and stream of consciousness-y. recorded in between playing ping pong with sam and eating delicious slow breakfasts and adventurous dinners with jazz and tilly at till's farm on dja dja wurrung country in early june. 

4 track, acoustic guitar I bought for $50 in mandurah western australia, bass, gum leaves, slide, iphone in a tree, tambourine, sam's harmonica, radio I found in the shed, casio sk1

slow down

a small handful of weird songs I wrote during lockdown in vaughn. recorded in between playing ping pong with sam and eating delicious slow breakfasts and adventurous dinners with jazz and tilly at till's farm on dja dja wurrung country in early june. 

4 track, acoustic guitar I bought for $50 in mandurah western australia, bass, gum leaves, slide, iphone in a tree, tambourine, sam's harmonica, radio I found in the shed, casio sk1

no time

----------www.youtube.com/watch?v=UOyqcKecv4o----------

https://open.spotify.com/track/0lnZSP7CudWrxZzNNa85Sw?si=5a67a50019d440dc

can't swim / leave it ~ directed by samuel eidelson

The devil may seem robust, but only when he’s full of piss, his puffed chest is innocuous
The same drain sees his broken floss, as it does the blood and profit loss
He’s always said that the big boss bore the lighter cross
And that he’s just his piece of meat, and at least doing wrong by him is the harder feat
You’ve no control, it just pays to pay the toll, rather than to obstruct
You’ve no control, it just helps to put your keys in the bowl, before you get fucked

He’ll roll you like a wheel that’s come right off the steel
And he’s going to make anything in his path his next meal
And he’s gonna make the innocent in his path roadkill
You don’t confuse a heart for Achilles’ heel

And your memory fades but so do the bars that it brings with it, though its selection is iniquitous
You’ve been wading through the shit as if you gave it quit
But it too takes will to submit

What’s delayed if what’s late wasn’t to arrive at all?
And a name can’t echo the halls if you put holes in the walls
Yeah, you make them small and try for new things to recall

devil-may-care

recorded this rough one 6 years ago. RIP brother

now and the next day

but it's just this and that's how it is

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ch5lOo5cL1U      for alice -- living is an art to be good at    :))) <33

dave bixby-morning sun

back again, lost track of time
back when I couldn’t find, my mind
and I couldn’t seem to see right
with those bags in under my eyes

she lost her brother, they their son
what have you done?
you didn’t talk like that when you were young
did she close her legs on your tongue?
oh, where did ya go wrong?

bass by CRY POOR

i feel like all my dreams have come true
I've been looking out for u
i feel the sun on me
i feel the sun feed me
i feel the sun kill me
im dying slowly

honeydew

said too much

well what a cheap card for language to play
when there are no better words to portray my being a worthless welterweight, than they
she said her flight was morning Wednesday
and it's not economical for her to stay
and at this point there's no return, it’s a little too much to pay

she met again my descent for the accent
pulled me in and put me up to a liquored lament
and wrote me down, though I had hardly made a dent, or any sense
I'm living off wine, but to who's detriment?
I'm still written off by the would be sentiments
or perhaps I just cooked them
seems I'm a dead-end mistook for an ill, will-weakened friend
yeah we all tend to overlook the hems, when we're on the send

both he and I run demise for elation
so I'd have her know no less volition or dedication than his addiction
to non-prescription, sleeping and pain relieving, medication
when she comes to the bloody country, my guilty nation 

but I can't call it a win when I'm still stuck here, just waiting
I'm calling it in, me and him are being impatient
fuck, he's getting thin, doing heroin by my waist-end  
losing, but first place wasted
yeah, again, it looks like we’re racing
away from what we ain’t facing





lil bitch on big shred xxxx

de la

KILL PELL

stopped at the gate
but I’m just on my way
swab the suitcase for a trace
of a bad day
and genetic mental fray 

please, please hurry, I’m late
and I’m sore from the tape
for the gear around my waist
no, I wouldn’t dare drug traffic via air freight!
well okay, now I want a fair case!

but I would never hurt anyone
but I would…

hell, Pell, I’ve seen your face
you helped perpetuate
the suicide rate
and the pig state
sounds like today, is your delayed, court date

as the the tall man falls
strongly stand, the four walls around him
how I’d swim, to drown him
in the cardinal’s own, cardinal sin

and he will never love anyone
and he has never loved anyone

cardinal sin

in my head

he brings a lighter to a fire drill
mikey’s thrilled to show you real
the way life breaks his back makes my spine chill
how a good heart cut a bad deal!
how would you feel, beheaded in a knight’s kneel?

methadone and a denture bill
a fake gun and $500 from the till
it’s by the order of the court, the state will have you killed
only debt left to execute your will
the executioner wears a bloodied frill
and he’ll eat your last meal
you should’ve ran when the pig said stay still
you run when the pigs say stay still
you run for the hills, when they squeal, stay still

no country (cao boi)

safe on the couch
you know you gotta let me out
wake to a sound
and check it out
scraping the ground
look what I found

just don’t care anymore 
tear a hole through the screen door
it doesn’t matter if you love me or not
because I’m not gonna stop
you’ll have to chase me
won’t even give me what you’re tasting 
dragging my feet around 
you know you gotta put me down

better off

it’s of attrition, my lips bleeding
scarred and bare from the fight
I’ve been left, wronged, right, goodnight

an unconditional beating
hell, I’ve been waiting all of my life

oh the glory, ain’t it fleeting?
well, where’s it been all this time?

I’m numb and pissed like a baby teething
and there’s too much light in my eyes!
… well don’t ya get cut, when you cut in line

and I’m counting on you not leaving
hell, I’ve been waiting all my life

a good time

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now and the next day

DAMN JODY

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