I've been thinking 
your hearts taken
I've misplaced it 
Mine keeps breaking 
your hearts taken

But Alison before I leave
Can you please just stay right next to me? 
right next to me
Before you go I just need to
Let you know that I still need you
I still love you
Love you

Lavender goes up my nose
I know that it's letting me know
That I gotta let you go
I gotta let you know
Nothing new
Nothing new

I'm just still that honeybee
That escaped living out your tree
Do you miss me?

written by dogwood
guitar/vocals - Robbie Matley
drums/bass - proiectura
Mixed By Tristan Crisp & Robbie Matley
Mastered By Drew Coker

Alison

GUNSMOKE w/BOOG2024

Pariah

Another Way

On and On

I burned her house down

“Woken up by Silhouettes / Choices I made I still regret”

Silhouettes (Instrumental)

MANIC PANIC

Lyrics:

(Verse 1)
They drive from town to town
Spewing that same old bullshit
We don't want you around
Walked the line and now they've pushed it

Think it's fine, but it's not
This party's ours so don't trash it
Don't you have a fucking job?
Go home to your wife and kids!

(Verse 2)
They think they're one of us
Spewing that same old bullshit
I think I've had enough
Talking tough and now they've earned it

Think they're fine, but they're not
This party's ours so don't crash it
Who the fuck do you think you are?
Get out
Get out

(Outro)

1, 2, 3, 4!

You Can't Make This Shit Up

Spew

Lyrics:

(Verse 1)
I don't wanna go outside and play
Because the sunlight gets in my eyes
Because I do it every day
And it's getting harder to try
To put up with it
To put up with you
I think I'll go on my own
And do what I wanna do

(Chorus)
I don't wanna see no one
And I don't give a fuck
Yeah, I wanna be someone
But don't wish me luck
'Cause all you're doing's popping pill bugs
No, I don't wanna get drunk
Your bad decisions lead nowhere
You're all just bugs on drugs

(Verse 2)
I want to control my own damn mind
Don't wanna have to count the times
Where I've had to take care of you
Let's see, count it
One, two, three, four…!

(Chorus)
I don't wanna see no one
And I don't give a fuck
Yeah, I wanna be someone
But don't wish me luck
'Cause all you're doing's popping pill bugs
No, I don't wanna get drunk
Your bad decisions lead nowhere
You're all just bugs on drugs

Bugs On Drugs

Lyrics:

(Verse 1)
I shake, I shiver, and I break 
I don’t know what road to take 
Not aesthetic, pathetic, its genetic 
My own personal anesthetic 

(Verse 2)
I shake, I shiver, and I hate
That I don’t when to take a break 
‘Cause I’ve been cruising, misusing and abusing 
No excuse it's a choice that I'm choosing 

(Verse 3)
I shake, I shiver, and I ache 
It's getting harder for me to stay awake 
Putting myself and others at stake 
Life is just a game of give and take 

(Verse 4)
I shake, I shiver, I’m in pain
Addicted to the high but I’m caught in the rain 
Blinded by the thrill and I can’t stay in my lane
Consumed by the substances that cloud my brain

Drunk Driving

Lyrics:

(Verse 1)
Living in this trash heap of a city
I’m chain smoking cigarettes
If this is the dream that I’m living
I’ll jump off a fucking bridge
I’ll jump off a fucking bridge

(Outro)
I’ll jump off a fucking bridge
I’ll jump off a fucking bridge
I’ll jump off a fucking bridge
I’ll jump off a fucking bridge

Polka Punk

Lyrics:

(Verse 1)
Fuck you
Go home

If I see you around
Then I’m gonna punch you in the throat

(Verse 2)
This is a verifiable threat
That I’m gonna stab you in the chest

I cannot fucking stand you
I’ll rip your goddamn head off
If I ever fucking see you
There’s gonna be a problem

(Verse 3)
Fuck you
Go home

If I see you in town
Just know, that I won’t leave you alone

(Verse 4)
This is a verifiable threat
That I’ll put a bullet in your head

I cannot fucking stand you
Go ahead and say your last
‘Cause if I ever fucking see you
You’ll leave here in a body bag

Verifiable Threat

from: Ezra Cohen & the Big City Band- "Worse For The Wear" Out 10/25 on Dead Broke Rekerds.

Kick Back

nothing feels good but for the minute 
and it stresses me out when i'm not in it
i crystallized into meth so you can smoke me then quit it
now ask me how i'm doing we can play some fibbage

can't really tell if you want me all that much
and i'm trying really(x3) hard not give a fuck
you can book me for a night but it's not enough
i can keep this to myself it just kinda sucks

it bursts out my chest when you're not around
and i know you know i fell but did you hear the sound 
so shoot me into the sky then i'll just be earthbound 
y'know i used to be okay with always hitting the ground

don't really seem like you like me quite enough
and all the air in between us gets into my blood
pencil me in thrice a month i hope that isn't love
it's much too soon to lose my cool but i just might blow up

not gonna ask unless you wanna give it
and i've been tryna make it clear that i am really really with it
so if you think l'm not that's cuz i've been your spitting image
really tho i just need some touch like popeye needs spinach 

come get it

come get it

I wanted to make a song that had early Paramore vibes, so I made one! Pretty happy with the entire mix on this; tried to be far more innovative with the drums.

Not All Who Wonder Are Lost

Original track. Lyrics:

Spend money to feel good to feel bad
One ticket to Friday on a meal plan
Holy father of the ordinary
Sunset gathers cult of mother Mary

Sun kissed models living in the underground
Wounded mongrels feeding on the fungi
don’t mind me, i can be a fun guy
sorry for the pun, i can’t help it, i’m a pun guy

desperate losers looking for a guru
tell me what i wanna hear, and i don’t wanna hear the truth
being chill, making jokes, being affable, but still
i’m imitating characters i saw in films

maybe i try too hard
i probably do
and i’m not helping anyone
maybe i should just stop

trying
better off giving up than trying

quit your job and invest in your hobbies
like running from security for loitering in lobbies

hopping fences, playing tag near the interstate
what doesn’t kill you now gives you cancer later anyway

flight’s delayed but i like airports anyway
nothing like a liminal space to eliminate 

fear of growing up and the traces of my fading grace
maybe if i move around enough i will find a place

where my people at
tell me i’m not alone
now i’m giving up cause i’m prone to

trying
better off giving up than trying

i’m kind of a drip like the leak in my ceiling
grinning and bearing this weakness i’m feeling
rehearsing conversation in the cab to a party
but i’m not fooling anyone, and i’m not having any fun at all

losing touch with your friends, only holding on by weak glue
what do you call a friend that you don’t speak to
a relic of the past, an artifact that speaks to
versions of a past you that faded out the last few years

And I digress
You see through me
And I confess
I’ve been faking it

Trying

Garage punk band from Atlanta, Georgia.

Our first EP "You Can't Make This Shit Up" out now on all platforms! 🐜

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Dead Broke Rekerds is a D.I.Y. punk rock record label/distro based out of Long Island, NY. Since 2002.

Originally the solo project of Robbie Matley, Dogwood is an Indie punk band with elements of shoegaze, slowcore, surf & alternative rock from Atlanta, Georgia 

Members 
Robbie Matley
Zendert Chupin
Drew Coker
Will Lavery
Niko Lee
Tristan Crisp

too her and all of my dreams out now<3

I chill with my girl, make music, game, watch anime ✋🏻🙂‍↕️

I make songs that people will never hear - at least I used to. I'm finally publishing everything I've ever done in hopes of finding my musical soulmate & inspiring anyone who is willing to give this nonsense a chance. If there's anything song that you like, please let me know. If you want to sing over it, please do. This world is too big & our time is too short to stay quiet. 

I will never stop making noise. 
Thank you for listening <3

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