Matriarch in a ball jar
Family farm lost its charm 
Busy tearing the roof off
Bobby’s burning the barn
Wonder where will the rats go?
Into the basement I’m sure
Healthy and grown
Sick sad alone 


Sick sad alone
Sick sad alone
Sick sad alone
Sick sad alone

Matriarch in a ball jar 
Suburban home lost its charm
Fell asleep on the floor
Furniture was gone
Took my fathers moonshine 
Drew up the line
Crossed that line several times
I’m fine
Life is a door
Never ignore the unseen
And you’ll be surely protected and free

Sick sad alone
Sick sad alone
Sick sad alone
Sick sad alone

But I thought I was doing fine
I thought I was doing fine
We thought he was doing fine
But we found him on the floor
Don’t look like him no more
We thought he’s doing fine
It’s easy if you’re trying to unpack
But I wanna go back

Produced by Jeff Friedl
Engineered and mixed by Matt McJunkins.
Mastered by Dave Collins.
Recorded at Secret Hand Studios; Los Angeles, CA.
Art by Mas Kihira.

Sick Sad Alone

Good luck trumped up
No four leaf clover 
Good luck dumb fuck
Can’t make this shit up
Why should I swallow you if I can’t stomach you?
The smell of sweet perfume 
Inside my fathers room I…

Fix myself up
Fix myself up

Good luck dumb fuck
There’s no excuse left 
I don’t know much
But I’m not useless
Why should I swallow you if I can’t stomach you?
The smell of sweet perfume
Inside my fathers room I…

Fix myself up
Fix myself up
Fix myself up
Fix myself up

And I’m knowing enough to say I’m sorry
And I’m knowing enough to say I’m through
So take no mercy on me 

All of me runs clean (fix myself up)
All of me runs clean (fix myself up)
All of me runs clean (fix myself up)
All of me runs clean (fix myself up)
All of me runs clean (fix myself up)
All of me runs clean (fix myself up)
All of me runs clean (fix myself up)
All of me

I fixed myself up

Produced by Jeff Friedl
Engineered and mixed by Matt McJunkins.
Mastered by Dave Collins.
Recorded at Secret Hand Studios; Los Angeles, CA.

Swallow You

You can tap on the glass
It never breaks it never cracks
You can watch me if you want
Performing tricks until they say I’m done

Somewhere some way
I’ll be far far away
Where I can sleep under the sun
Instead of my vivarium
Don’t be afraid
I don’t bite 
Don’t know why they keep me inside this cage
Don’t be afraid
I don’t bite 
Don’t know why they keep me inside this cage

Somewhere some way
I’ll be far far away
Where I can sleep under the sun
Instead of my vivarium 
Performed their tricks until I said I’m done

(Lonely heartbeat moving slowly)
Don’t be afraid
I don’t bite 
Don’t know why they keep me inside this cage
(Lonely heartbeat moving slowly)
Don’t be afraid
I don’t bite 
Don’t know why they keep me inside this cage
I don’t bite
Don’t know why they keep me inside this cage

Produced by Jeff Friedl
Engineered and mixed by Matt McJunkins.
Mastered by Dave Collins.
Recorded at Secret Hand Studios; Los Angeles, CA.

Vivarium

Fair weather when you meet me there
But I feel like running out to Bellwether Square
Fortunate son sensing my life’s already done

Say no more over again
Say once moreover pretend
Say once more
Say it before it all might end the way you want
Stale air and a folding chair
And I feel like running out to Bellwether Square
Taking it slow
Making my mind up as I go

Say once moreover again
Say no more over pretend
Say it well
Say it while holding my two cents
I guess
Oh well

Say once more over again
Say no moreover pretend
Say once more over again
Say no moreover pretend
Say once more over again
Say no moreover pretend

Produced by Jeff Friedl
Engineered and mixed by Matt McJunkins.
Mastered by Dave Collins.
Recorded at Secret Hand Studios; Los Angeles, CA.

Bellwether Square

Offering a free lobotomy
Easy cool and clean
Afforded me
An opportunity to wrestle with my sleep

Think I figured it out now
Think I figured it out now
Think I figured it out now

I’m running from the raptor
I’m running from the rapture now
I’m headed for disaster
There’s a sign a head

It’s calling me
A new authority
Easy cheap and free
Feeding me
During myotomies
Bleeding in between

Think I figured it out now
Think I figured it out now
Think I figured it out now

I’m running from the raptor
I’m running from the rapture now
I’m headed for disaster
There’s a sign a head

It’s calling me
Cutting me
Coral sea
Dangerous deep

Produced by Jeff Friedl
Recorded and mixed by Matt McJunkins.
Mastered by Dave Collins.
Recorded at Secret Hand Studios; Los Angeles, CA.

Raptors

So you’re sold poison on the vine
What a relief to find everything alive
Slowly grow underneath the grime
My peace of mind
What a relief to find

You’re in my brain I’m overused
I’m in the rain I’m over you
You’re in my brain I’m overused
I’m in the rain I’m in the rain

So you’re sold poison on the vine
What a relief to find everything alive
Slowly grow underneath the grime
My peace of mind
What a relief to find

You’re in my brain I’m overused
I’m in the rain I’m over you
You’re in my brain I’m overused
I’m in the rain I’m in the rain

Produced by Jeff Friedl
Recorded and mixed by Matt McJunkins.
Mastered by Dave Collins.
Recorded at Secret Hand Studios; Los Angeles, CA.

What a Relief

Sink like an unfulfilled promise
Float like balloons in a closet
Typing replacing handwriting replacing the stone again 

Never as good as you’ve tasted 
Decaying 
Sustainably wasted 
Houses unpainted like words untranslated are gone again
Farewell my friend 
Tell the joke again

Tying your hair in unusual ways
Suddenly makes your problems go away
Weather permitting
Good people sitting outside in the warm acid rain 
(Enjoy your time away)
Well again
Guess I won’t see you again

My comedian…
Won’t see you again 
My comedian…

Describe the whole world with one sound
Memorize silence then sing it aloud
I failed my Kool Acid Test with the rest guess oh well again
Said oh well again
How’s it go again?  

Weather permitting
Good people sitting
Outside in the warm acid rain
(Enjoy your time away)

Well again
Guess I won’t see you again
My comedian…
Won’t see you again
My comedian…

My Comedian

Oh baby save me
I’m on thin ice again
Lately maybe
I’m on that ice again

Erase yourself and draw a friend
Erase your friend and draw the end
Cause we can always pretend
It never ends

Lately maybe
I’m on that ice again

Erase the end and draw a new friend
Erase your friend and draw yourself
Just make it somebody else
Eraserself

Oh baby save me
I’m on thin ice again
Lately maybe
I’m on that ice again
Baby save me
I’m on thin ice again
Lately baby
I’m on that ice again

Eraserself
Eraserself
Eraserself
Eraserself

Eraserself

Said you never need a reason to feel so sure
Guess I’m gonna have to face it I’m alone in this world
Not a boy or a girl
I’m just the wind in your curls
Swear I used to be pure
Shellshocked and sore
Sick from taking the cure
I lick my wounds on the floor
I wonder why you even bother with me anymore

Everywhere I look I’m chasing little rays of light
I wish you could see them through my eyes
Just might
You could try
It doesn’t have to be so hard

Heaven’s all around us everywhere we touch
I don’t ever wanna love much anybody else
I can’t help myself
I think I’m sinking under
I try to ask for help
As you just sit and wonder
Maybe I’m the problem and you knew it from the start
Never expected you to solve it
Now I’ll pull it all apart
I could rip open my heart
I could tear off both my arms
Just to show you who we are

Everywhere I look I’m chasing little rays of light
I wish you could see them through my eyes
Just might
You could try
It doesn’t have to be so hard
It doesn’t have to be so hard
It doesn’t have to be so hard
It doesn’t have to be so hard 
It doesn’t have to be so hard


Tourmaline

If you can’t pay to find out
Just put it on me
Lay it on me
Little old me

Are you feeling warm?
I’m good on the floor
Are you feeling safe?
I’m good on the floor
Are you feeling good?

If you can’t pay to find out
Just put it on me
Lay it on me
Little old me

Dog shit parade
Dancing on my grave
Dog shit parade
Dancing on my grave

Are you feeling warm?
I’m good on the floor
Are you feeling safe?
I’m good on the floor
Are you feeling good?
Who me?
Any more?
I’ll join you on the floor

Dogshit Parade

Oh no, not Christmas!
Oh no, not Christmas!
 
Mourning on Christmas morning all alone…
Home with my shadow and accident prone…
Listless on Christmas; lonely holiday…
You’ll miss Christmas today…
 
As I play in the back of my sleigh…
As we go, all our tears turn to snow…
And I just keep learning a lesson…
 
Oh no, not Christmas!
Oh no, not Christmas!
 
Mourning on Christmas morning all alone…
Home with my shadow and accident prone…
Wishless on Christmas since you flew away…
You’ll miss Christmas…
 
Mourning on Christmas morning all alone…
Firelight shadows dance in my home…
Forgive us this Christmas as we waste away…
You’ll miss Christmas today…
 
Since you went home…
Mourning on Christmas morning alone…
 
Since you went home…
Mourning on Christmas morning alone…
 
(singing alone… singing alone… singing alone… singing alone)

Loser Company Records. 2024.
Produced by Jordan Blackmon and Jon Graber.
Additional vocals contributor: May Claire La Plante

Christmas Mourning

Laser beam me to a strange species. 
Send me off, shoot me into orbit. 
Interbreed me with said species. 
On display, alien terrarium. 

Can't float along if I float alone. 
Can't float alone if I float along, I'm swimming. 

Cosmonaut Dog! 
Looks like I'm back in orbit. 
Zero-G all around me. 
Galaxies, lost in constellations. 
Space walk around the block. 
Immortalized. Planetary Dignitary.

Cosmonaut Dog

Loser Company is always hiring.

Say goodnight my child
Lay your head to rest for a while
Say goodnight my child
The moon and stars are bright tonight
I drank too much just like my fish
Drowned in a bowl of good heroin
He swam face up under a bridge
Which I jumped off and clung to his fin
Say goodnight like a child
Soaring along as I dream of a walk in the park after dark
Say goodnight like a child
Dragon is dragging along as the clock marches by
Dropping dimes from the sky as the day says goodnight
I flew too high bird out of breath
Building a nest from lit cigarettes
Biding my time learning to fly
Window pane telephone line
Say goodnight
Say goodnight

Say Goodnight

As I heard my mother weeping I pretended I was sleeping, but the dog knew I was up. As I heard my father screaming I pretended I was dreaming, but I never woke up.

All in all... I took too much Tylenol... it made my heartache go away. Truth be told, this reboot sitcom is getting old and its time to spinoff.

As I hear the ocean breathing I wonder if I'm dreaming, or if it dreamt me up. As I sit around and ponder I realize I'm a bother. So, I'll walk the ocean floor.

Mother Weeping

Are we lost?

Faces burning in the wind
Pound of flesh to catch your breath
Surely takes a lot to learn there ain’t no gold in Hollywoodland
All that doesn’t kill is so much fun
You’re immune to anesthesia
Someone led a desperate Hallelujah
The end of the day is exactly the same when the siren is crying and nobody knows your name
Candle melting in the snow
Toxic water in our glove
Doesn’t take alot to see there ain’t much Love left in the heartland
All that doesn’t kill is so much fun
You’re immune to anesthesia
Someone led a desperate Hallelujah
The end of the day is exactly the same the siren is crying and nobody knows their name

Desperate Hallelujah

Everyone's got their battles to lose

Feeling like a heathen when I’m letting out those demons
We all need a reason for the ever changing season
I can’t help but feeling cheated disappointed fade out paid out 
Waking up the feeling’s gone
Step out into summer sunlight your eyes take in new sight
You can’t help but feel excited everyone’s invited
I don’t wanna live life painless so I think I’ll fake it make it 
Thinking back and wondering why
I get the feeling kicking and screaming
Fall off the ceiling wheeling and dealing
I think we’ll be all right
I think we’ll be all right
I get the feeling kicking and screaming
Fall off the ceiling wheeling and dealing
I think we’ll be all right
I think we’ll be all right

Those Demons

It's better to have loved and lost opposed to never having loved at all.

Nobody Else

Arrogant smile... Electrochromic mirror... Colorful dial... Electrostatic fiction... Pretty fiction.

Strangers want you to be clean.
Mother lets you scrape your knees.
Coffee table magazines for all to see... cellophane... pristine.

Sacred denial... Incestual pollution... I feel just fine... Breathe in your mind... Breathe in your mine.

Strangers want you to stay clean.
Mother lets you scrape your knees.
Coffee table magazines for all to see... cellophane... prisitine.

Stereo Hysteria

Darkness recedes into the morning… 
Strawberry eyes under Blueberry Skies…
Pretending everything’s fine…
Swallowing all that you can...
Chew through Blueberry Skies… Sun in your eyes… Stuck in the back of your head... Down Memory Lane… Coat in the rain… 
Sun is out… I’m ripe.. You’re wet… I’m baked into a pie. 
Clouds salivate to sounds of thunder… Smiling wide under blueberry skies… (skies)...  Pretendin’ everything’s fine... (fine)… Swallowin’ all that you can…
Chew through Blueberry Sky… Sun in your eye… Stuck in the back of your head... Down Memory Lane... Coat in the rain... 
Sun won’t live to... Sun won’t live to see us die... Risin’... Risin’... Rise blueberry sky.

Produced by Cole Bingham and Loser Company.
Sound engineered, mixed and mastered by Thomas Rojo.
Recorded at Pattern Recordings in West Adams, Los Angeles, CA. 
Art by Chad Knapik.

Blueberry Skies

From the EP "Blueberry Skies" 

Please release me... 8th second chance.... I'm much better... better, amen... I'll live again... yeah... maybe... when?

I don't know why I can't die with the rest of my friends. I'm on my 9th life.

Don’t surrender! Overextend! I’m much better... better with them allergenic, dead Harlequin.

Damn torpedoes! Full speed ahead! I’m much better; better than dead.
Dead Harlequin... through makin’ friends.

Produced by Cole Bingham and Loser Company.
Sound engineered, mixed and mastered by Thomas Rojo.
Recorded at Pattern Recordings in West Adams, Los Angeles, CA. 
Art by Chad Knapik.

9th Life

You’re a troubled boy and you’re torturing me. 
I’m a nightcrawler in ice water. 

Waste it all on me. 
Waste it all on me. 
I’m born in the dirt.
I do well in rainstorms. 

I am not a worm. I’m much better than that. I’m a nightcrawler. What are you?

Find me in a drain while I’m out here in the rain. 
I’m a nightcrawler in the night water. 

Waste it all on me.
Waste it all on me. 
I’m born in the dirt.
I do well in rainstorms.

Produced by Cole Bingham and Loser Company.
Sound engineered, mixed and mastered by Thomas Rojo.
Recorded at Pattern Recordings in West Adams, Los Angeles, CA. 
Art by Chad Knapik.

Nightcrawler

Your silence pierces eyelids. Don’t wake me up. Timeless as human violence. Don’t wake me up. Don’t wake me up.

Don’t wake me up.
Don’t wake me up.

Priceless as human kindness. Go on, fuck me up. Whether without a feather… go weigh me out. Go weigh me out. 

Don’t wake me up. (Don’t wake me up)
Don’t weigh me out. (Don’t weigh me out)
Don’t weigh me out. (Don’t weigh me out)
Go weigh me out.

Produced by Cole Bingham and Loser Company.
Sound engineered, mixed and mastered by Thomas Rojo.
Recorded at Pattern Recordings in West Adams, Los Angeles, CA. 
Art by Chad Knapik.

Silence Pierces Eyelids

I feel somethin’ in between all the misery... all the fantasy. Don’t look down! Feel it kickin’ in. Might be confidence. 

Forgot what you told me… did you say I’m sorry? How much do you dare me?

Feel it kickin’ in. May be confidence. I’m not violent. I’m a violin. 

I feel somethin’ creepin’ in. Might be genuine. Might be medicine. Don’t look down! 

Might be confidence. Feel it seepin’ in. I’m not violent. I’m a violin. 

Just you and me...
Just you and me...
Let’s go on three... 
Let’s go on three... (Together)

Produced by Cole Bingham and Loser Company.
Sound engineered, mixed and mastered by Thomas Rojo.
Recorded at Pattern Recordings in West Adams, Los Angeles, CA. 
Art by Chad Knapik.

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