Crying Angel

Bomb The Music Industry! had a contest to see who could write the best song using the instrumental version of "Vocal Coach". This was my entry. Upon talking to them later they said they loved it but they couldn't let me win. So fuck it, y'all can hear it.

LYRICS:
I've had a couple of thoughts about reaching 
To the top of the charts, yeah but to be
Perfectly honest I don't think that it's in the cards
I could blow up like Katy
Yeah or I could sing "Baby"
But my voice is gone by the very first song
So I'm yelling and screaming and wheezing along

I've gone as far as I can go
Yeah I've peaked and I've plateaued
And I can't get no higher unless I hire
A vocal (vocal) coooach
It's gonna take more than a feeling
I keep on bashing my head on the ceiling
And I'll never get through until I submit to
A vocal (vocal) coooach

I know it's not really fame til kids' moms know your name
So Deb* and Denise* can scrapbook** in peace
Cuz they won't hear a peep from me

Ultimate purity comes with obscurity
And I can't take me seriously to get that sense of security

I got advice yeah that I oughtta sing nice
Cuz wouldn't it be great to get paid?
Well I'm telling ya naw man, my talent is raw, man
And I'm just doing fine.
There isn't a problem, I'm making albums
Shit, I'm doing fine

I've gone as far as I can go
Yeah I've peaked and I've plateaued
And I can't get no higher unless I hire
A vocal (vocal) coooach
I'm not making it hand over fist
But I'm making whatever I wish
ASCAP, BMI don't have shit that I
Can spend when I get old
So why even try when, when I retire
I'll still be unknown 
When y'all say goodbye to BTMI!
I'll still be fucking broke


*  Mom names
** Mom shit

Bomb The Music Industry! and Matt Wixson - Vocal Coach

Recorded during NXNE 2012 at Mushroom Studios, courtesy of Converse Rubber Tracks.
This song is featured as the CONVERSE TRACK OF THE WEEK.  Check out the making of video here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A5aoYZjHejQ&feature=youtu.be

Guilt Trip

Camouflaged into the stairs,
You stay on the first floor,
Say you’re scared of what’s in the basement
It’s just decorated in hallucinations

Camouflaged into the couch
Wouldn’t mind if you sat down
Now you’re leaving, what’s the rush 
Camouflaged with the exit
    
Camouflaged tires under the car
Don’t leave me on a hit and run
What you’ve done, whatever you are
I know I’d like to get to know this one

Camouflaged the voice in the call,
Someone else’s voicemail 
Numbers are alike, numbers I typed
Camouflaged into the save data

Shifting into another being
Don’t remember this person in the mirror
Mouth tacked up, forever stuck
Overdosed on prescribed optimism

Shifting into a chair
Waiting in a waiting room
Ever return? A call or your presence?
Future? Only know the present tenses

Think it’s shapeshifting
But I’m still the same
Person I was just yesterday
Just a facelift, facelift away 
From looking as happy as before you came

Then Left.

Camouflage

You think you’re in a good place
I’m gonna put you in THE good place
You think you saw an angel
Don’t get your hopes up, you devil
No, you are headed to the lowest level

I will follow you into the black of night
Or until you admit that I’m right
Have a near death experience
And come right back for more
 
You think you know what’s best for you
But it’d be best to let Grim make his debut
Just bones, he can’t sign the papers
I’m stuck with you til the phone calls taper off

You’re lookin’ to jailbreak out of this hell
Keep lookin’ but there’s no key for your cell
Think you’re gonna jailbreak out of my heart
You’re stuck here, that’s the best part
 
Follow you to a dead end
Keep up, your mind’s wandering
I will press you up against the wall
Feeling up, it’s just protocol

So you better keep your mouth shut
Unless my lips are on it
I want your hands where I can’t see them
I’ll let lips arrest, they’re the best at talking

You are looking to jailbreak out of this hell
Keep on looking but there’s no key for your cell
Think you’re going to jailbreak out of my heart
You’re stuck here, that’s the best part

What’s the crime, just a shattered ego
So you think I don’t have the credentials
Take it to the man in the castle
Better yet the woman in front of you

Turn around, and turns out there were several
Everyone’s breaking and entering--
my heart-- doesn’t have an exit
There’s no key for their cell

You’re lookin’ to jailbreak out of this hell
Keep lookin’ but there’s no key for your cell
Think you’re gonna jailbreak out of my heart
You’re stuck here, that’s the best part

Put you in, you think I could get you out
But once you said it once, all I can think about
I know you want to break up
But can you break out of jail

My heart
In hell
My heart

Jailbreak

No need to walk around me, you can’t 
Might want to invest in a chair or just stand
Because the money’s out, I’m broke, it’s gone  
I spent it all on this couch
  
It’s red, flammable
It’s soft, tangible
You’re hot, dangerous
A little scared of us
It’s red, flammable
It’s soft, tangible 
You’re hot, dangerous
A little scared of us

We aren’t scared of the couch
It was so damn expensive
Now we can’t afford any fear
Why are you sitting on the floor

Television, I deleted
What’s there to do in the dark
There’s plenty of space to sit 
Or even you know what

You can take up the whole couch
I’ll just sit on your back
So you can’t get up
When the graphics fail again

It’s red, flammable
It’s soft, tangible
You’re hot, dangerous
A little scared of us
It’s red, flammable
It’s soft, tangible
You’re soft, tangible
You’re hot, flammable

We aren’t scared of the couch
It was so damn expensive
Now we can’t afford any fear
Why are you sitting on the floor

Burned my corn flakes again
These roommates won’t stop screaming
Accidentally deleted the phone 
Couldn't remember the number for 911

But we can’t leave now
I just bought this couch
And if it can’t fit through the door
Delete the door so you can’t leave too

Television, I deleted
What’s there to do in the dark
There’s plenty of space to sit 
Or even you know what

You can take up the whole couch
I’ll just sit on your back
So you can’t get up
When the graphics fail again
 
We aren’t scared of the couch
It was so damn expensive
Now we can’t afford any fear
Why are you sitting on the floor

Crying Angel

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