Believe In Me

https://soundcloud.com/theweightytree/broken-falling-1

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Now reworked with the mighty Jay Arana!
https://soundcloud.com/theweightytree/tele-cali-jay-arana-weighty-tree

Tele (Instrumental Version)

https://soundcloud.com/theweightytree/take-my-soul-rough-demo

Steeper

In this reflective and deeply existential ballad, Wallace delves into the tumultuous depths of human existence, exploring themes of hardship, perseverance, and the quest for inner peace amidst the chaos of life's trials. Through poignant imagery and introspective lyricism, he paints a vivid portrait of a protagonist grappling with the weight of their circumstances, navigating through a landscape fraught with emotional turmoil and existential uncertainty.

The opening verses set the stage for the narrative, depicting a protagonist ensnared in the throes of adversity, besieged by the relentless onslaught of life's challenges. "Hard times on chemicals," Wallace laments, encapsulating the suffocating grip of external pressures and internal struggles. "Praying for miracles," he confesses, revealing a desperate plea for divine intervention in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds. The absence of a loved one further exacerbates their sense of isolation and despair, as they find themselves adrift in a sea of abandonment and longing.

Against this backdrop of despair and disillusionment, the chorus emerges as a beacon of hope amidst the darkness, offering a glimmer of solace in the promise of transient relief. "But I know this too will pass me on," Wallace declares, summoning the resilience to endure and transcend the trials that beset them. Through the act of "grinding it up real fine and burning it slow," they seek refuge in the ritualistic consumption of the herb, finding temporary respite from the relentless march of time and the ceaseless clamor of existence. In the depths of his despair, he discovers a fleeting sense of peace at the bottom of the bowl, a sanctuary from the chaos that rages within and without.

In the second verse, Wallace continues to explore the contours of his existential predicament, recounting a litany of missed opportunities and mounting obligations. "Red lights and sleeping in," he states, recounting the consequences of his inertia and irresponsibility. "Gas tank and bank account, both have the same amount," he observes, highlighting the pervasiveness of his financial struggles and the futility of his efforts to escape the clutches of poverty and debt.

Yet, even in the face of adversity, he clings to a fragile sense of optimism, finding solace in the cyclical nature of his existence and the impermanence of his suffering. Through the cathartic release of substance abuse, he embraces the fleeting moments of tranquility that punctuate his tumultuous journey, finding solace in the ephemeral embrace of oblivion.

In the bridge, Wallace reflects on the transient nature of fortune and fate, acknowledging the precariousness of his existence and the inevitability of his demise. "Every time I catch a break, my luck comes to an end," he ruefully observes, recognizing the capriciousness of fortune and the fragility of human agency. Yet, in the face of life's relentless onslaught, he refuse to surrender to despair, defiantly embracing the fleeting pleasures that punctuate their journey through the void.

In the final chorus, Wallace reaffirms his commitment to resilience and perseverance, defiantly proclaiming his intention to endure and transcend the trials that beset him. "But I know this too will pass me on," he declares, summoning the strength to confront the chaos of existence with unwavering resolve. Through the act of consuming substances, he seeks refuge in the depths of his despair, finding solace in the transient embrace of oblivion.

Dave Marsh

The Bottom of the Bowl

https://soundcloud.com/theweightytree/bumper-cars

Kransekake

Christmas is coming.
Gone shopping.

Check out the updated version at Spotify https://open.spotify.com/album/6oOIoMKJ07pnUJUXdLueKR


Lyrics

Santa is coming and
I dont know how long i can hold
Santa is coming and
I dont know where I can hide
Santa is coming and
I cant find my gun
Santa is coming and
he'll put me in line


Gone shopping - thats the spirit
I feel it - We all feel it

Gone shopping - you still have credit
and you feel it - We all feel it

Gone shopping - thats the spirit
you still have credit - We all know it

Gone shopping...


Santa is coming...

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EVerybody has them 
everybody needs them
got to buy them all 
Buy until you die
You deserve them all
Dont need no money
Just give us your soul

This one is red 
old is blue
New one is better 
the old is shit
buy it buy it buy it 
Buy Buy Buy BUy BUY
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Santa in his golden mercedes
Filled with twerking laydies 
Big fat smile

Got pockets full of everything but holes
greasy palms and a 
Big fat smile

Grabbing anything anyone
Finished his bottle and rudolf 
He got the moolah

Rudolf with his red nose 
knows better than to mess with mama Claus
from now on

Gone Shopping

A revisit of a bit of a tongue in cheek golden nugget from my archives. Hope you enjoy!

Also available on Spotify https://open.spotify.com/album/3WBck7GaV281MtKgu8YacW

Assisted Admission F.k.a. Easy Way Out

ignition  🎧 prototype

We did it on a summer night, singing in one take. My old Gibson Dove, a shot of Virus, a bass with worn out strings sizzling... What a night...

STAY  (Rihanna)

Composed and performed by Admiral Krank. Drums by Mo Sheen. 

Automata Hurt Too

Lyrics:

I live in constant pain
but I never complain
I think i'll go insane 
these feelings I cant contain

I wish my life was greater
but im in a torture chamber 
oh no

Torture Chamber

I’m a singer /songwriter in Houston, TX. I write Alt Americana songs that I hope you enjoy. I’m also a psychonaut, continuously falling through other dimensions, and visiting unfamiliar worlds with wide eyed abandon and wonder.

The Bottom of the Bowl

Wallace Chase

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