Stars glow in your eyes // No need for disguise // Cause your heart is pure and true // The whole world's in love with you // Can't see what they see // Nothing comes for free // Love the way you feel at night // All alone, no one in sight

mayday

For You I Hold My Breath

Maybe I'm sick, and maybe that makes me contagious
No matter what, I know you want me gone
Sick to my stomach, I fail to emulate everyone else
Who loves or pleases you

Oh, smoking cigarettes
Maybe I'll get you to hate me even more
I know that there is nothing you can blame me for
But you find a way

Cutting out my tongue, well it won't make it any better
You always find a way to make it hurt
I'm getting ready to hate you for the things that I'll do wrong
Like hanging from the ceiling
Or bleeding on the floor

Oh, but lighting things on fire
Maybe I'll get you to hate me even more
Oh, I know that there is nothing you can blame me for

And I won't hesitate to bite like a dog if you come back around
And I can't really say if you made me this way
Or if I'm forever bound to misery

Smoking cigarettes
Maybe I'll get you to hate me even more
I know now there is nothing I should blame you for
But I find a way

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Originally a demo of Strawberry Switchblade, the duo of Jill Bryson and Rose McDowall. After their split Jill Bryson re-recorded this song, you can find it on Soundcloud and Bandcamp

https://theshapists.bandcamp.com/track/daddy-ill-drown

https://on.soundcloud.com/hBtnb

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This is a song that I wrote and recorded nearly 20 years ago, back in the Pepperhill Studio days. With Dave’s Not Here, and with my first solo album, I put a lot of focus on my guitar solos. I don’t want to say that I wrote each song with the idea of a guitar solo in mind, but there was always space for one, and often the guitar solo became both the focal point and the climax of the song. 

This song, along with the others that eventually became the Mrs. O’Leary’s Cow EP, was written specifically not to have a guitar solo. I wanted to shift the focus of the material from what I could play to what mood I could create. To that end I think it was pretty successful. I also think that I must have been listening to a lot of Mad Season at the time, because this feels like I completely aped it from them. 

This is also the first song that I played drums on. I can’t say that I did a good job, but I’m happy that my playing didn’t ruin it. I kept it simple, with just a kick, snare, and ride. I wanted to use brushes, but I didn’t own any, so I grabbed a couple of paint brushes that I had laying around and used them. I must have either been manic at the time or completely broke. Or more likely both.

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I like to make interesting music, and I get bored easily. I am equal parts composer and performer. I sing a little. I play a lot. And I really dig making absurd beats in weird time signatures that don’t make any sense until they do.

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