by Chaz Kiss, feat. Rebecca Moore

scrub the paint off my body
hot water, cold water, somebody - anybody
the burn doesn’t hurt until it’s done
but i just can’t get over it, i know

it’s the fire behind me to keep me running
from the intrusive thoughts that critique who i’m becoming
it’s your voice in my head that i hear
when my faults line up like an earthquake
when my faults line up like an earthquake

i’m sick of everybody trying to tell me how to fight my fight 
i’ve been cutting my hair every time i cut ties with a 
different person who fucks up my life 
cause i’m madly in love
with how mad you become 
when you’re foolish enough to love someone 
but oh, what i’d give
just to feel your teeth 
tug on my lip 
just one more time
one more time

my gums are throbbing 
from the constant prodding at the nerve endings 
with a persistent fingernail 
but still "he prevails"

i try my hardest but i know it’ll never work
cause my head's tied up where my heart gets hurt
somehow my hands are in control
which is dangerous when there’s a flame to hold

it’s the fire behind me, it keeps me running
from the intrusive thoughts that critique who i’m becoming
it’s your voice in my head that i hear
when my faults line up like an earthquake
my faults line up like an earthquake

i’m sick of everybody trying to tell me how to fight my fight 
i’ve been cutting my hair every time i cut ties with a 
different person who fucks up my life 
i’m madly in love
with how mad you become 
when you’re foolish enough to love someone 
but oh, what i’d give
just to feel your teeth 
tug on my lip 
just one more time
one more time

oh won't you take just a minute
just to hear someone else’s opinion 
on how to have empathy
oh isn’t it familiar?
a bullet from the trigger:
your words, your hands, your tongue,
like weapons used to conduct my mind like a symphony
of bleeding melodies 
and arrhythmic violins

i’m sick of everybody trying to tell me how to fight my fight 
i’ve been cutting my hair every time i cut ties with a 
different person 
who fucks up my life 
'cause i’m madly in love
with how mad you become 
when you’re foolish enough to love someone 
but oh, what i’d give
just to feel your teeth 
tug on my lip 
just one more time
one more time
just one more time

A.V.

lyrics:
my voice is scratchy from yelling
i’m just not really connecting anymore
it’s the swimming pools in his eyes
that’s my weakness 
i’ve caught a piece of you 
you were unapologetic 
but i still don’t feel better

take me home, you’re so simpatico
am i supposed to be? you’ll never know
bite my tongue and then you let it go
and then you let it, let it

my voice is hungry for answers
im just not really pretending anymore
its the sugar on his tongue 
yeah thats my weakness
i’ve caught a case of you 
you were unapologetic 
but i still don’t feel better

take me home, you’re so simpatico
am i supposed to be? you’ll never know
bite my tongue and then you let it go
and then you let it, let it

ever since the moment you said
you would never leave me lonely
because you wanted to be the only one
you made me wanna

take you home, you’re so simpatico
am i supposed to be? you’ll never know
bite my tongue and then you let it go
and then you let it, let it

Bite My Tongue - Chaz Kiss

Lyrics:
couldn’t get myself together
didn’t get myself to college
instead i got insomnia 
and got friendly with my nausea
placed all my bets 
on the weakest horse
but that sucker’s gonna get me there
i’m gonna come in 1st

chemtrails where jets rip the skin of the sky
highway tattoos, ground with forest fires
past the expiration on my patience these days
but i’m not gonna take your sour advice
no, i'm not gonna take your advice

we talk about doomsday at the dinner table
i wonder what they would say in my obituary 
(everybody has a vice but mine is feeling alive)
if everything ended-would you lie with me?
in the middle of the road while it crumbles beneath us
(everybody has a vice but mine is feeling alive)

bit my nails to the quick
did what i did to deserve it
i picked up the shattered dish 
with my bare hands,
you didn’t ask me to

i picked up the glass
and cleaned up the mess
i don’t expect you or anyone to understand
scared away my first love
i loved him so much
he didn’t understand
no, he didn’t understand

we talk about doomsday at the dinner table
i wonder what they would say in my obituary 
(everybody has a vice but mine is feeling alive)
if everything ended, would you lie with me?
in the middle of the road while it crumbles beneath us
(everybody has a vice but mine is feeling alive)

i’m addicted to the wreckage; the dissension of us
i’d give it to you, all just because 
i’m addicted to the wreckage; the dissension of us
i’d give it to you, all just because

we talk about doomsday at the dinner table
i wonder what they would say in my obituary 
(everybody has a vice but mine is feeling alive)
if everything ended, would you lie with me?
in the middle of the road while it crumbles beneath us
everybody has a vice but mine is feeling-

Obituary - Sir Echo

Live from Warwick, NY at Doc Fry.
Thank you to @warwick.diy!

Photo by Kacie Owen / New Paltz Radioshack.

Icky Thump - The White Stripes | Cover by Sir Echo

Live from Warwick, NY at Doc Fry.
Thank you to @warwick.diy!
(lyrics)
baseball droplets i caught it, i caught it
hail so strong i drowned in it, drowned in it
i was just embarrassed to ask for help 
so i hadn’t said it yet, said it yet

i bled your words like a sonnet, sonnet
the pool around me flooded didn’t it, didn’t it?
anything, anything, you want me to be 
i’ll manufacture it, manufacture it

i’d bite your lip my raven to invite you in
sink my ship i’ll forget this in a minute
you love the misfit etiquette, you get a kick
your pretty little monster, harmless in a harness

baseball droplets i caught it, i caught it
hail so strong i drowned in it, drowned in it
i was just embarrassed to ask for help so i hadn’t said it yet, said it yet

i bled your words like a sonnet, sonnet
the pool around me flooded didn’t it, didn’t it?
anything, anything, you want me to be 
i’ll manufacture it, manufacture it

i’d bite your lip my raven to invite you in
sink my ship i’ll forget this in a minute
you love the misfit etiquette, you get a kick
your pretty little monster, harmless in a harness

Photo by Kacie Owen / New Paltz Radioshack.

Raven [Live from Warwick, NY]

Live from Warwick, NY at Doc Fry. Thank you to @warwick.diy!

LYRICS:
he broke me so gently
i barely felt myself rupture
doe-eyed & ready:
roadkill to a vulture 
his words were heavy-
hard words for me to utter
woke up with no clothes on,
bad news for my mother

not even 18
how could i know what he meant
slept with a knife 
tucked under my bed 
crawling touch and words unsaid
i was only a kid then
i was only a -

ran my A.C. loud
even though i slept freezing
it would muffle the noise; 
muffle the screaming
with a heavy hand 
pressed over my mouth
should’ve followed through, man
should’ve got out 
should’ve got out

my machine is out of order
might o.d. in a tub full of water
it’s gonna take more than years to recover 
“don’t cry, the worst part is over”
hey, hey, i wanna talk to the author 
this isn’t gonna make me any stronger
it’s gonna take more than years to recover 
if i ever do, if i ever do

like a runaway dog
doesn’t know where to go
it often goes back home
scared to the bone
when the dog runs away
god forbid it gets lost
finds the highway 
collides with semi truck 

bones shattered to pieces 
on the road in a collar
limp body, and bleeding 
roadkill to a vulture 
softer, softer, empty me
i should’ve followed through, man
should’ve got out 
( should’ve got out )

my machine is out of order
might o.d. in a tub full of water
it’s gonna take more than years to recover 
“don’t cry, the worst part is over”
hey, hey, i wanna talk to the author 
this isn’t gonna make me any stronger
it’s gonna take more than years to recover 
if i ever do, if i ever do

rivulets of rotten spit
drooling down from your lower lip
slingshot into my eye while you yell,
“ticking time bomb in a pill bottle”

rivulets of rotten spit
drooling down from your lower lip
slingshot into my eye while you yell,
“ticking time bomb in a pill bottle”

“she’s a piece of work, my god”
“how she drowns me out in applause”
and how he stood there in silence and watched
as i caught my sleeve on a thought 
for the last time

resurrect your disrespect
i said to myself i tried to disinfect you, 
i was taught how to clean up a mess real good

my machine is out of order
might o.d. in a tub full of water
it’s gonna take more than years to recover 
“don’t cry, the worst part is over”
hey, hey, i wanna talk to the author 
this isn’t gonna make me -
it’s gonna take more than years to recover 
if i ever do, if i ever - 

Photo by Kacie Owen / New Paltz Radioshack.

ROADKILL - Sir Echo [Live]

LYRICS:
i’m a new york crash & burn;
archetype of the character - overworked
monday benders, end of december
“it’s too loud,
settle down, settle down”

slammed your bottle on the countertop,
talking shit about your mom
touching bruises, ‘til the sun comes up

do i remind you of cargo?
slowing you down 
in a war zone, a war zone

i’d leave you kisses on the brow bone,
don’t you dare, don’t you dare, don’t you dare
i wish you’d say more;
shoulders to the floor,
throw me a bone
don’t you dare, don’t you

and then, i put myself on autopilot
just to assure myself i could survive at all
my sweet, almost saccharine thing-
said i tasted a bit too much like cinnamon
too much like cinnamon

sitting alone in a hot car
in a walmart parking lot
like an abandoned dog
in the summer

busted open lip
broke her arm
hates her hips
forgets to exist
forgets to exist

do i remind you of cargo?
slowing you down 
in a war zone, a war zone

i’d leave you kisses on the brow bone,
don’t you dare, don’t you dare, don’t you dare
i wish you’d say more;
shoulders to the floor,
throw me a bone
don’t you dare, don’t you

(between me & the walls of my room)
(between me & the walls of my room)

my god, i could do so much with more time
looking down the barrel of the bottle

(between me & the walls of my room)

not a single thought of her on your mind

(between me & the walls of my room)

in my kitchen late at night i think you’re mine
you haven’t mentioned her name once-

i think you’re lying all the time
fuck it all, put my heart out on the line
give me something, not for nothing,
i’d let you crash here if you wanted-

(between me & the walls of my room)

but you wouldn’t, no, you wouldn’t
rather drive home feeling stupid

(between me & the walls of my room & my air conditioner unit) 

and i get it, i’m pathetic,
an old sweater with loose ends-

(between me & the walls of my room & my air conditioner unit) 

i’m unraveled -
raising hell for the people that surround me,

(between me & the walls of my room & my air conditioner unit) 

unbothered, and i’m sorry
she’s worried, and i’m sorry 
holding you, i’m sorry

do i remind you of cargo?
slowing you down 
in a war zone, a war zone

i’d leave you kisses on the brow bone,
don’t you dare, don’t you dare, don’t you dare
i wish you’d say more;
shoulders to the floor,
throw me a bone
don’t you dare, don’t you

Cargo

Absurdist nihilist
He's got lungs like dirty laundry lint
She's breaking down on kitchen sinks
Falling to the floor, I think
Pursed lips, end of a smoke stack
You won't answer my calls anymore
It gets me sick to my stomach
Reopening wounds, restarting wars

Cheating god in abandoned churches
Touch the parts of me no one searches
I'll show you, don't run
But it's what
An archive of garbage
Does to someone
Make me undone

Feminine: diminish to skeleton
It's the conflict resolution medicine
Take slivers of my venison
Just to get you on my side again

Sarcastic anarchist
He's certainly imperfect but genuine
He thinks she viewed him
As a pollutant
A crazed paradoxical, parasitical nuisance
Worn ribs, murderous warmth
She does what she does when she's lost control
Hums to herself, biting off coldsores
Reopening wounds, restarting wars

Cheating god in abandoned churches
Touch the parts of me no one searches
I'll show you, don't run
But it's what
An archive of garbage
Does to someone
Make me undone

Feminine: diminish to skeleton
It's the conflict resolution medicine
Take slivers of my venison
Just to get you on my side again

Take slivers of my, take slivers of my
Take slivers of my, take slivers of my

My dad said "knock 'em dead kid"
But I'm in a room full of ghosts
Is that what you want to know?
I'm sorry, I have to go

My dad said "knock 'em dead kid"
But I'm in a room full of ghosts
Is that what you want to know?
I'm sorry, I have to go

My dad said "knock 'em dead kid"
But I'm in a room full of ghosts
Is that what you want to know?
I'm sorry, I have to go

My dad said "knock 'em dead kid"
But I'm in a room full of ghosts
Is that what you want to know?
I'm sorry, I have to go

Sir Echo

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