Mixed and mastered by Sam Margolas
Instrumentals by Larry Buckley
Music by Kurt Cobain

Heart Shaped Box (Nirvana Cover)

This is a really rough recording we made during a rehearsal, but it's a funk cover of "Eleanor Rigby" by The Beatles off the "Revolver" album!

I can only take credit for the vocals and basic arrangement! I did not write or play any of this!

Eleanor Rigby (Beatles Cover) (Live)

Press your fingernails into my skin
Fold yourself into me and dig in
'Cause I already know what it feels like with you when you're lonely
And I know that you'll get up and leave when you're done with my body

But please leave my pride in tact
Before I have one more of those panic attacks
When my hands won't detach
And they're caught up in your tattered sleeves

Lie to me so it never gets old
Reassure me your cold is still made of gold
'Cause I saw who you were when you felt so entitled to use me
And I know who you ran to when you knew you were gonna lose me

Please let me be on my own
Don't you dare let me in and throw me another bone
I'm tired of loving and living and laughing alone

Get out of my head
And replace yourself with something useful instead
Cause the lessons I've learned cloud my brain 
And I can't get to bed

This is the part where you go on your way
And I'll watch you walk your own road while I stay
'Cause your promise was never an honest-to-god declaration
So my heart will still wait here in line while my mind grows impatient


Panic Attacks (Demo)

You let the bottle do the thinking for you
You never worry
Everybody loves you
Money is so easy to come by
Why?

The faces on your TV look just like you
You never worry
Everybody loves a hero
Writers let a darker man die
Why?

The faces on your TV look just like you
The faces on your TV look just like you

Why?
Oh, you.

Why? (The Faces On Your TV)(Demo)

I am so safe here
Looking out the window
At a hurricane I wanna drown in
Wanna feel the winds blow

I love it when you're mean to me
I look so good with your cruel words in my ear
I know we never got to be
But if you still need a punching bag I volunteer

Mean To Me (Demo)

Love doesn’t take an interest in me.

I will unravel your mind

And you will take my drug

Oh darling, I know your kind.



When you call I just take it from you

Soothing, soft words won’t do.



My touch is skin deep, first.

Just relax and unwind.

Just let me loosen the noose.

I will just slowly rewind.



When you come I just sit next to you

Soothing, soft words won’t do.

Soft Words (Demo)

Earth is an atom
In somebody else's world

Earth is an atom
In somebody else's world

Grasping 
At something
Nobody notice
Nobody notice

I am just matter
Swear that I mater

Rasping 
An answer
Somebody laughing
Everyone laughing

I am just matter
Swear that I matter 

Bloated 
And fruitful
Changing their focus
Changing their focus

Making up matter

Matter (Demo)

I can't afford to get higher on
Minimum wage
In this new day and age
I'm just picking up pieces of us
And I throw them back into the fray

I'm a fool who keeps talking in 
Pink lemonade
When you binge everyday
It singes my ankles when I put my
Feet on the floor in the morning

Walk by your house on the way home from work
And I know
You're not there anymore
You're inside but you're frantically looking through 
Pictures of things that you lost

My head crawls with the noises you make
In your sleep
They are not mine to keep
Though they're nearing extinction and I fear
If I don't preserve them they'll fade away

Walk by your house on the way home from work and I know
You're not there anymore

I can't afford to get higher on minimum wage
In this new day and age



Pink Lemonade (Demo)

Tell me I'm dumb, tell me I'm beautiful
You can stop time
You think like God, shifting reality
Targeting mine

And I won't let you back in
You must think that I'm a fucking saint
I have all these feelings, I can see your jealousy behind that sleepless face

Take off those lies, take off that empathy
Take out your eyes
Though you can touch you don't know how to feel
I know that gets you inside 

And I won't let you back in
You must think that I'm a fucking saint
Know what torture feels like, half my world is dark from loving it

Have some mercy on me
Have some mercy on me

Can't keep from feeling sorry
You're a broken toy who can't go back to being new
And I keep saying sorry but what the fuck would killing myself do to you? 
What would it do?

Fucking Saint (Demo)

I don't do this a lot
Never let competition see me hot
I don't like keeping score
Even with all my baggage at the door

I don't mind death at all
But
The idea of a fourteen-story fall
Is enough to delay
That particular black hole one more day

Do I sound apathetic? 
'Cause I'm slowly imploding in on myself
And it's kinda pathetic
Trying hard to think my brain back to health
(Though I know that's insane and I need help)

Are you bored with this yet?
It just kinda came out of me upset
On the keys as I spoke
Climbing out of the window that I broke

Do I sound apathetic?
It's the feeling alone that brings me here
It's becoming pathetic
Trying hard to convince myself I'm real
(Though I know that's insane and I just can't deal)

(A)pathetic (Demo)

I'm so dumb from all the love 
You give me
Look how useless I've become
Forgive me

But you really do
Steal my heart every time
Who do you think that you are
Taking what should be mine?

Would love chase me if I ran?
You know me
Never dreamed it'd be a man
Who'd own me

And I'm afraid you're gonna 
Leave me lonely
'Cause baby maybe you're the
One and only

'Cause you really do
Knock me out every time
And I let you buy
Take us out on your dime

Who is this new me?
I'm losing my mind
And I don't want to find it baby

'Cause you really do 
Touch my heart every time
And I always fall for your
Corniest lines

You are so real
And this feels so divine
You really do
Stop my heart

Tissue Issue

Really Do (Demo)

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