Now you might be addicted to 
What your mind keeps telling you it needs
It’s cool

Now you might be addicted to
What your friends keep telling you is cool
It’s cool

It’s okay 
Don’t need help
I’d rather sink than swim
I’ll just figure it out
For myself
I’d rather walk than run
I’m six feet underground
I’m deaf and dead

Now you might be beholden to
What your gods keep telling you is true
What’s true

Now you might be succumbing to
What the news keep telling you is true
What’s true

Written & Performed by The Dead Leafs
Engineered, Produced, Mixed & Mastered by Ben Cote

                              

Mass State of Mind

I said I ain’t ever been drinking at this place before
But nevertheless, I decided to open up the door
I tried to sneak in like a shadow without a sound
But every man in the joint turned his head around

One man was looking at me like I had two heads
While a drunkard was lamenting about how much he pissed the bed
I thought to myself so surely this place is a host to disease
This must be where you end up when life takes out your knees

I was barreling down the street
Trying to escape the summer heat
Well I didn’t have to look far
To find my peace at a bar

I walked in, walked up and grabbed a seat
This must be where the lonely meet
 I said I’ll make this bar my home
And then I’ll never be drinking alone

Written & Performed by The Dead Leafs
Keys by Ben Cote
Engineered, Produced, Mixed, and Mastered by Ben Cote

Never Drinking Alone

You're like a moonbeam
Lighting up the night
Jettison your thrusters
Prepare for flight
The planets waves
As I pass them by
But its never you
You interstellar ray of light

Unstable orbit
Tilted to one side
A new constellation
Etched into the sky
A new transmission
Coming from your mind
It never comes through
You interstellar ray of light

It might take 40,000 years of light to get me there
It might cost me all of my senses to know what's there
So I set my ass off in a rocket ship with a bottle of booze
And I brought my old acoustic guitar to play interstellar blues

Well I've been looking for any sign of life to prove me right
But your love is a lifeless void, cold and trite
So I hopped aboard my trusty spacecraft and shot for the moon
Well you know I brought my guitar to play interstellar blues

Rolling rock steady on the Milky Way on Orion II
Setting out on a galatic trip, heading for you
Flash freeze fast like a meteorite turning blue
Got me singing with the aliens, man, singing the interstellar blues

Produced by Ben Cote

The Dead Leafs Music