folks got drunk and did stuff. brother gruesome ft. this mouth is an ashtray

CREEP [Stone temple pilots cover by Brother Gruesome ft. This Mouth is an ashtray]

Naked Girls.com [THIS ASHTRAY IS GRUESOME]

We could feel better than this. Tell me your solution? #eatpork

Magnetic South [shit suckks version]

I just had to record a song tonight so what its subpar pllzdonthitme  LYRICS BELOW

I wasn’t born by no river
But these rivers run through my veins
As the scent of my lovers
Ebb and flow and then decay

I ain’t trying to take no cover
I ain’t fumbling with no lies
Well I was gifted two silver dollars
I put them on my eyes

[[[[Well I was born a widower
And I’m getting thinner each night
But widowin’ is a business
that I wasn’t grown to despise

Ain’t looking for no four leaf clover
But I’m sighing all kinds of sighs
And the greedy gloves are taking over
We got our guns raised high

I wasn’t born by the river
But the rivers run through these veins
And the guns and the armaments 
Will help me find my place


Silver Dollar

Cigarettes For Peace

Speak to me like you used to
Calloused verbage of the world that abused you
Speak to me like you used to
Half truths none the worse, your words are too few


I remember the prize we laid eyes on
As orion swandived into the horizon

Celibate because we’re separate
I know you’ve heard enough of my desperate
Attempts to be communicative
in those nights where these sails catch a second wind

I remember the prize we laid eyes on
As orion swandived into the horizon

Speak to me, you don’t speak to me
You don’t seem that weak to me
But I’m sure I seem weak to you
When I treat your front porch like a church pew


Orion Swandives Into The Horizon

The depth here is deadly
Try to hit a vein
I want to leave the valley
But there’s coal in these caves.

And theres no gypsy sally
To warm me in my bed
But there’s rat shit in the pantry
Sadness swelling in my head

And I am breathing barely
Pump cars underground
I’d speak to you squarely
If these lungs could force a sound

And I’ve lost the rhyme and reason
But I’ll keep digging down
And maybe there is in treason
Some meager meaning to be found


Coalvein Valley Song[This Mouth Is An Ashtray

Wrote myself into your look
another graft that never took
they held your limbs down as you shook
we don’t speak as much as we should

when our moods sing out of tune
and their eyes are weighing on you
blood correspondence with the moon
a blunt and unlikely glance in lieu

of an affect of settling down
we spoke of how erotic drowning was
to us on the southside of town
how fucking charming this would have been

if what happened didn’t happen next
you could’ve felt my heart slow in my chest
if what happened didn’t happen next
I might be closer to your breast

with bruises on our necks.


Riverlung [THIS MOUTH IS AN ASHTRAY DEMO]

Spontaneous drunk demo. Full of sad with simplistic synth programming. Made with an electribe EMX. 

Rib/Cage

Third/most drunken attempt at a demo of a new song. Fuck a technical difficulty/fuck a power cable/fuck-an-internet. 

Thighs/Oasis


THIS MOUTH IS AN ASHTRAY is the solo project of Jordan Walsh.

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