so i won't be guessing in the end

"laugh at it all" 

a virus has taken over the world
you're not sure where you stand with your girl
tax day comes you got to pay the man
with a back so bad you can hardly stand

oh oh 

your car broke down on the side of the road
you know it's gonna cost a shitload
jerks on the news talking about inflation
but I'm just thinking of sexual relations

oh oh 

sometimes you got to laugh at it all
you got to laugh at it all
you got to laugh at it all

this town's a drag I want to leave so fast
too bad the stations are all out of gas
you drink your last beer got to walk to get more 
but you forget a mask and can't get in the store

oh oh

sometimes you got to laugh at it all
you got to laugh at it all
you got to laugh at it all

laugh at it all

"too close"

is it just me, is it just me
or am i getting too close?

is it just me, is it just me 
or are you getting too close?

because i never know what you're telling me
I never know what you mean

I think I should step away 
i've been getting too close
i think you should step away
i've been getting too close

too close

"isn't it?"

isn't it funny how you are never laughing
isn't it sad that i am always joking
isn't it boring how i am never sleeping
isn't it trite how i am always dreaming

isn't it fucked up how things are 

isn't it pathetic how i am always hurting
isn't it sad how you are always working
isn't it boring how i am always smoking
isn't it like i am never never listening

isn't it fucked up how things are

isn't it fucked up how we are living
isn't it sad how we're afraid of dying
isn't it frustrating how i always fight
isn't it fucked up how i have to be right

isn't it?

"before this beer gets warm i'll be thinking of you"

before this beer gets warm before this beer gets warm  i'll be thinking of you

i had a dream you didn't know my name
you answered your phone and said we're all the same
maybe that dream was more a nightmare
thinking i meant something but you don't even care

before this beer gets warm i'll be thinking of you

Always Pretending

always pretending i've got nothing on my mind
always pretending that i've put you behind
always pretending i've got nothing on my mind
but that's not true
because I dream
only of you

always protesting its not you on my mind
always protesting that you left me behind
always protesting its not you on my mind
but that's not true
because everything I see
looks like you

always I want to disappear
always I want to disappear
always I want to disappear with you

always pretending i've got nothing on my mind
always pretending that i've put you behind
always pretending i've got nothing on my mind
but that's not true
because I dream
only of you

Always Pretending

"Lost In My Daydreams"

everyday i get lost in my daydreams
everything is so bright and clean
its when i feel most serene

everyday i get lost in my daydreams
wondering what they mean
is anything as it seems?

but then at night i have that same nightmare
i look all around me and you're not there
i look to the east and i look to the west
until it dawns on me that you've really left

everyday i get lost in my daydreams
everyday i get lost in my daydreams

Lost In My Daydreams

"Early 90s Summers"

Your mother's swimming pool
and my old car was always breaking down
with just an AM radio;
smoking cheap weed
out of a beer can that Bobby
stole from 7-11, he grabbed it and ran;
5 dollar shows down at The Metro
we went to see Bikini Kill
and I remember it still

June, July, it was my favorite: summer
June, July, it was your favorite: summer

Riot Grrls Doc Martens
Manic Panic
I always went home smelling like cloves;
fucking Rolling Stone
it was the age of the zine
'Punker Than Thou' was all you would need;
going to the shows
they'd put an X on our hand
we can't drink but we can see the band

June, July, it was my favorite: summer
June, July, it was my favorite: summer

I never did make it to Lollapalooza
always watching 'Heathers'
in love with Winona;
three chord songs
on a cheap guitar
kind of like what I'm doing right now

June, July, it was my favorite: summer
June, July, it was your favorite: summer

Early 90s Summers

Take A Break

lo-fi indie folk

Marc writes, plays, sings & records it all. Check out his novels too.

so i won't be guessing in the end

drivin al folked up