This is a cover of Built To Spill - "Carry The Zero"

Built To Spill - "Carry The Zero" Acoustic Cover

carry the zero cover

“So Cool” is a slow-rolling indie track that blends rusted-out guitar tones with a chorus that feels like a half-meant goodbye. 

So Cool

All words and music by Built to Spill/Doug Martsch.

Randy Described Eternity (Built To Spill Cover)

This track was made very quickly, it’s quite depressing and it’s a freestyle. Recorded in about an hour, I don't really care enough at this point to redo it or add more. If people wanted me to I would.

"skys the limit" Lyrics

I might pull out my hair,  
And then scratch out my eyes. 
I'm always doin' the most, 
But I wish I didn’t try.

I wish that she didn’t lie. 
I'm on the ground,
 Crashing down,
 I'm getting ready to cry.

So go find what you’re looking for
 In another guy. 
I can find it too, 
If I just get high 
Or at least I can try.

I heard the sky's the limit,
 But I'm approaching mine. 
I should have seen it coming 

 There were so many signs.
So many signs. 
There were so many signs.

Yeah, she got on my nerves, 
She got in my brain. 
I'm thinking that girl 
Just drove me insane.
 I was drinking every day, 
I was feeling so lame. 
Couldn’t get out of bed,
 I was feeling so much shame.

If you start from the bottom, 
You can only go up.
 If it's half or full, 
there’s still booze in the cup. 
I feel time move slowly, 
then I blink through a month.
 I said, "I'm really not drunk," 
and then I start throwing up. 

 I started feeling low, 
so I sparked a blunt. 
I was standing at the edge 
and ready to jump.

I heard the sky's the limit, 
But I'm approaching mine. 
I should have saw it coming.
There were so many signs.
There were so many signs.

I might pull out my hair, 
And then scratch out my eyes.
 I'm always doin' the most,
 But I wish I didn’t try.

skys the limit

“different vibrations” lyrics 

I watched that girl walk out the door 
I didn’t want her then 
I always wanted more 

And she cant hold a conversation 
existing on different vibrations 
Following our own temptations 
Looking for some new sensations

I can give you a shot
If it goes in my brain
Feel my sins wash way
As i stood in the the rain
Bloods dripping down my hands
And into the drain
You really Pull my strings, or wait my chains
just Being mean to fan the flames 
Citing dead poets with long last names

And she cant hold a conversation 
existing on different vibrations 
Following our own temptations 
Looking for some new sensations

Im watching rivers turn to red
Feeling ill cant leave my bed
As Anxious thoughts consume my head

The room was full of cigarettes, 
And liquor bottles 
So bad decisions are sure to follow

Crawling right back to my door
Crashing out lets hit the floor
Shaking hands dont help me pour
Your in pain, well im in more
You said either,  i said or
We went from peace to starting war
Bloody knuckles, wrists are sore
If im a slut then your a whore
Waves are crashing on the shore

And she cant hold a conversation 
existing on different vibrations 
Following our own temptations 
Looking for some new sensations

different vibrations

"New Thing" ~ canadian hockey (Lyrics)

Just touched down with a brand new thing
No I won't buy a ring
when I climb in the bed ima make you sing
then perhaps buy some bling
then I check on the game and they late night move
for they get cut in two
I got love for all, and all for you

Buckshot shells
Leave a whole in ya chest 
Every bird has a nest 
and its hunting time
So im wearing my vest
Got a trigger finger
You dont wanna test

Beretta in my waistband 
Im getting dressed
Show it to ya, you know the rest

na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na

Just touched down with a brand new thing
No I won't buy a ring
when I climb in the bed ima make you sing
then perhaps buy some bling
then I check on the game and they late night move
for they get cut in two
I got love for all, and all for you

new thing

Played and Produced By canadian hockey

“Sunday Christians” - Ft. canadian hockey 
(Lyrics)

Might ring ya bitch
Like im a beller
Bet you cant even channel her
Fortune tellling truth compeller

Watching friends turn into strangers 
I really thought that I could change her 
She told me I was like a savior 
drop the assumptions, Its ocams razor
Was lying really second nature
Ill gas you up inside my chamber 

Talking to the devil, 4 corners around 
Im seeing old friends
Thats i put in the ground 
Im haunted by ghosts
the spirits surround me

If you want me on your team
How you spitting in my face 
How you say you loving god
When you never saying grace
You Sunday Christians
Needa work on ya faith

I’ll dump you in the woods
Im digging a grave
Lets the bugs consume you
im leaving no trace 

Spark the joint 
Leave that shit im ya hand 
Dont let it cannoe
Hit that shit till ya cant
People push hate 
Turn that shit to a band

sunday christians - ft. canadian hockey

“holes in my converse” ~ lyrics 

Im concrete stomping 
Walk a mile in my shoes 
I got some holes in my Converse 
And rust on my jewels 
I can give it a shot 
But im not ready to lose 
I need to make a decision 
But im not ready to chose 

You really lift me up
So dont tear me down 
I take things so serious
While your playing around

Can we sleep through the morning?
And then stay up all the night 
Can we wander round the city?
And then walk through the lights 
Can we lock our hands together?
And then hold em tight
Can we run away? Itll be all-right 

Ill be like Steve McQueen 
Be my Ali MacGraw 
I had some pretty thick skin 
But you brought a saw 

Lets be bonnie and Clyde
Or jesse and Jane 
This girl is like a lobotomy 
Buried deep in my brain 

I need her by my side
And then I need her on top of me
Why was I so distant
Well that's the mystery 
Velma Shaggy and Fred
Could never take the mask from me 

Im concrete stomping 
Walk a mile in these shoes 
I got some holes in my converse 
And rust on my jewels 
I can give it a shot 
But im not ready to lose 
I need to make a decision 
But im not ready to chose

holes in my converse

“lost in the ocean” ~ lyrics

I get lost in the ocean, 
When I close my eyes

And I watched the ships 
as their sailing away
A man falls overboard 
and then into the waves
The salt sticks to the ship, 
and then stays there for days 
And it only gets better, after it rains
Theres a fog in the air 
Its a heavy wet haze
Im not ready to swin
Can I just face the flames

you cant see through the water
But there are some graves 
Deep at the bottom
Lies all that remains 

And Im tied to the ship, 
which is tied to the land
but if it stays there too long
It’ll sink into the sand 
so its always on the ocean
Under captain’s command 
My legs are made out of wood 
splinters when i stand
I cant see out one eye
and there's a hook on my hand
home follows the heart 
Which always expands
and Every Drunken sailor
Knows what this life demands

And I watched the ships 
as their sailing away
A man falls overboard 
and then into the waves
The salt sticks to the ship, 
and then stays their for days 
And it only gets better, after it rains
Theres a fog in the air 
Its a heavy wet haze
Im not ready to swin
Can I just face the flames

you cant see through the water
But there are some graves 
deep at the bottom
Lies all that remains 
deep at the bottom
Lies all that remains 

I get lost in the ocean 
When i close my eyes

lost in the ocean

Off for the rest of the summer.  Back in the fall.  Be safe.

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Derek Evry is an alt/pop/punk/rock musician from the Northern Virginia area. His music has been featured on various television programs, such as ABC's "Castle". Derek has been performing his original music since 1999.

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Derek Evry is a giant silly teddy bear made out of vegan marshmallows with a loaded 6-string on his back… sometimes a 4-string… definitely a stringed instrument, though. Derek is a father, vegan, music teacher, very accomplished singer-songwriter, as well as a performer, comedian, actor, voice actor, podcaster, artist, trainwreck, and cuddle bug.

Atlanta-based lo-fi slacker rock, somewhere between a shrug and a daydream.

I write, play, and record everything myself — usually in my kitchen — blending nylon-string guitar, deadpan vocals, and surreal lyrics that wander between dry humor and quiet existential weight.

For fans of Pavement, Silver Jews, early Beck, Alex G, and David Berman.

Songs about carpet stains, paper boats, and the slow hum of summer afternoons.

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