I’m coming down from things I didn’t intend
You’re hanging up cause the voice is screaming at you again
Your eyes are flashing perfectly on this old couch
I knew your face from the same bar
Where you said ideals don’t go far

So, if you’d be with me
It’d be the second worst mistake you’d ever make
If you’d be with me

I gotta piss somewhere on the street
It stings as it leaves, half whiskey neat
A saxophones wails two blocks down, it soothes me
How many wrists have been cut
In these offices full of sick hearts?

So, if you’d revolt with me
It’d be the second worst mistake you’d ever make
If you’d be with me

Everything’s broken, I don’t want it fixed
This town is boring so let’s just get hitched
We share lovers as you ask--
Where is the vein? Where is the line?
It’s hard to stay grounded when you’re high all the time

So, if you got drunk with me
It’d be the second worst mistake you’d ever make
If you’d be with me

Second Worst Mistake (Dorm Demo)

There she is in her dress, tapping the floor to shit 
Legs bend, teeth chatter 
We couldn't see how our love would matter

Berlin, 1924
I’ve been here before 
The streets fight over a war 
The cops help the fascists, I’ve seen this before 

We stumbled out of the dance hall 
Her skirt’s so short and its sparkling in the sun 
May Day, we took it to the street 
And their gunfire made it a summer heat 

1924,
Chaos, I’ve wanted you before 
The streets are swept of the poor and, “move along”,
I’ve fucking heard this before 

The years pass by, the economy crashes
Fascism rises from self-induced ashes 
We had to flea, they were rounding up people like you and me 

1924...

1944,
Barbed wire, you’ve surrounded me before 
You starved in a camp, I was shot by the Reds
It was then that we learned no one escapes these fucking sociopaths 

1924,
Berlin, I’ve walked your streets before
Berlin, 1924…

It was fine in the dance halls 
And in the parks 
And in the clubs, in the clubs
In the streets, in the streets 
And in the alleyways where we got 
Drunk and degenerate, apparently

***tuned half step down, capo 3 C E Am F

Berlin 1924 (backyard demo)

i was messing around and made this fun thing

I wanna be a teacher, I wanna walk into the school
Feeling like a man
I wanna be a teacher, so I can walk through those doors
Like I'm King Shit of Fuck Mountain
That isn't my joke, I stole it from, well, I forget

I wanna be a teacher,
I wanna take your kids and make dirty communists of them
I wanna be a teacher so I can sit a kid down
In a guidance counselor moment, maybe like Good Will Hunting or something 
His dad is abusive, his mom doesn't care
I can't relate but at least I can say 
It's not your fault, it's not your fault, it's not your fault 
That the folks in this world are so fucked up
I'll even say "fuck" and he'll be like, "wow Mr. Toth, that was really cool"

I wanna be a teacher,
I wanna take your kids and make dirty anarchists of them
I'll be the coolest motherfucking teacher you ever seen
"Did you hear that Kevin smoked pot with 
Mr. Toth in the parking lot?"

I wanna be a teacher but I'm gonna have to sub for a long time
So I'll probably never share this song with anyone besides friends of mine

I wanna be a teacher
So everyone gets bitter
I wanna teach your kids
Some hard fucking truths 
I don't even know yet
So, won't you let me teach your kids?

I Wanna Be A Teacher

Feudalism (4G Edition) (demo)

2,000 miles of land, why do you even need a soul?
2 million dollars and you feel in control 
200 scalps from all the people you’ve broken 
All cuz’ a fratboy wrote a book saying you deserve it

You’re a fucking asshole and everyone knows it
You’re a colonizer, instead of God you got construction

They say the “future” comes at you, regardless
Sounds like a threat and no one is guarded
They blow their whistle and the pigs come like dogs
They gave us the scooters so we won’t see THEM when zooming

This feudal system’s got 4G 
This feudal system’s got 4G 
This feudal system’s got 4G , aren’t you lucky? 
Aching tooth? Good luck, buddy. 

You’re a fucking asshole and everyone knows it
You’re a colonizer, instead of God you got construction

Feudalism (4G Edition) (demo)

I’ve been stoned ever since been stabbed by sunlight
And I know your friends in this town all suck
But don’t worry you’ll find a job in the city 
And I’ll drive, like, nine hundred miles every day

Are you manic, baby? Is this the mania?
I wish you were here for the last month of the story
Am I drunk again? Is there a substance I can take to erase this memory?

The rain died at about four in the morning
I drove to my friend’s daughter’s party and...and...
Your peach dress is half of the story
Your liquor kisses are why I wish you would call me
And I know that this will never get better
And I know, and I know, and I know so many things

I’ve been stoned ever since been stabbed by sunlight
I’ve been stoned ever since been stabbed by sunlight
I’ve been stoned ever since been stabbed by sunlight
And I know, I found out a long time ago, 
That you will never love me back 
So, I’m done drinking over this.

I Know...

just some stuff I gotta work on but wanna keep in this horrible limbo

A Happy Song for Sad People

Hello, New York

Take it all back, you know that it’s over
Drink it all away now, you know that it’s over
Kick back with stilted naps, wait for dawn 
Being fucked up, to prove a point

All the happy fucking people in this happy fucking place
Are bones, blood and a little spite 
Bones, blood and a little spite

That night we read a play and we talked so sweet 
After you left I threw your play inthe street 
Empty highways, swallow me up
Lovesick poetry, curse me out 
Weary eyes, please look up 

All the happy fucking people in this happy fucking place
Are bones, cum and a little spite 
Bones, blood and a little spite 
All the people around this expanding universe 
Are bones, cum and a little spite
Bones, blood and a little spite

All The Happy People

Sorry’s not enough, go change something about yourself
Your mask is thin, apathy isn’t mature and you’re not that disturbed 
I get it, man, this neo-fascist Hellworld makes ya wanna put a gun up to your head
Devoid of worth and only as good as your production woah-ah-oh

There’s gotta be a place where everyone loves everything
So, let’s see, I’ll take everything and see where it gets me

So don’t you go, back to the bottle and under the sheets once again
Learn yourself, come back knowing nothing that is “just is”
Get some help, buy a journal and start drinking water
You’re not that smart, just a set of opinions with a working mouth woah-ah-oh

There’s gotta be a place where everyone loves everything
So, let’s see, I’ll take everything and see where it gets me

We hitched a ride in a car with no driver, spinning in the street
The engine is smoking, the rubber is burning, drowned in screaming and flashing
We ended up at the public dump and I realize
These toxins have been mine since always

Welcome to the trash fire, I’m gonna put it out (x3)
I won’t go, back to the bottle and under the sheets once again 
As that trash fire spits its final breath woah-ah-oh

Trash Fire (demo)

He worked on the foreclosed part of town
When he saw Red Rosie in her spring gown 
We shook hands, talked politics and started to sing 

Two revolutionaries, attached but free
Not allowed to dance on this property
Two revolutionaries, lost but free
Bootlicking is for the lazy she told me

Going to anarchist book fairs for their fix
Piles of Goldman made this city less shit
And if the homeless were all armed
Some fucking justice would be done, for once

Two revolutionaries trying to be free
With the freedom to question monogamy 
Two revolutionaries learning to be free
Turns out both are prone to jealousy 

But people get tired, they change and exhaust you
Yeah, you see the beauty in everyone
But the ugliness of everyone grows and grows 

He traded this rifle for a needle
Heroes die disappointing people 
And Rosie, in her dress of transgression, 
Found your world so awfully depressing
Dove into a bottle, woke up all bruised
Your mind is a prison, your body’s a tomb

Rosie feared loss of coherency
It gave her so much meaning
To dissect and criticize and see through all the lies 
Burn down systems of freeloaders in their ties
Now she's young as she passes into the ground
Red Rosie, we loved you, so we fought on

Two revolutionaries, god will we ever be free?
Two revolutionaries, not gonna dance, we'll burn down this property
Two revolutionaries, young but free

Two Revolutionaries (Demo)

A solo musical try-out from wherever I am at the moment.

noah (Beer Bandit)