Only our second practice back from the pandemic. Here's a new song we worked on. 

All the songwriters write
about love at first sight
When the Angels take flight
That ain't right
 
That ain't life
That's Chemical
That ain't life
That's Chemical
*
Sing me a song 
about 10 years later 
when you still love her 
but you kind of hate her

Cupid, fuck off with your bow
We're older now just let it go
Cupid, the fuck do you know
The drugs wore off and it's time to go
*
These days I stopped getting high
Cataracts on my inner eye
What does it say about me
that all my heroes are dead by their own hand
I guess one thing it shows 
is that I don't know how to grow old

I'll just figure it out as I go

Chemical

Flame only Burns by degrees 
And it's in units that we freeze
And by measures do we fail 
I'm sitting somewhere on the scale
 
Only now the wait of time
Drives us further from our mind
And now we hear the Hit Parade 
Of all the messes we have made

Learn my lessons by degrees
Betcha only got down to your knees
When life's allowed to pound you as it please
A drop can just as drown you as the seas

Flame

If you saw a ghost
Would you notice
Or would it look 
like any other face

Like stepping on a grave
How long does it take
For a spirit to leave a place

Let's go down to the District
Of Human Suffering       
We can sit in the ravine
Where we'll never be seen
We'll keep our own company

I might be enlightened
disassociated 
Like dancing on a grave
And then floating away

If you saw a ghost
Would you notice
Or would it look 
like any other face

We can be born 
We can be born 
We can be born 
And we can fly 

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404 Nowhere Street

This whole area used to be fields
I’ll tell you about it one day
Building where I was born
Apartments there today
Steller’s Jay perched on this post
Like a farmer’s weather vane
Photo snapped but time had lapsed
Just as it flew out of frame

I once saw a 280 wrapped around that tree.
you could see the blood stains
until the next day that it rained

All this to say that 
life is very long 
No one ever tells you when you're 
writing your last song
So no chorus bridge or solo
Speak from your heart with every note

Every meal that we shared together 
became an empty plate
we never asked if the cups 
were half full 
before we drank
I wonder if she's still down there
I knew the lady who drowned there
that's the spot on the river
Her boat sank

All this to say that 
life is very long 
No one ever tells 
you when you're 
singing your last song
So no chorus bridge or solo
Speak from your heart with every note

404 Nowhere St

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Dumpster Meat

Free

Some Song

YFM at The Space 10-17-16

Years For Months - Numb (Live)

Numb - Years For Months

I spend my days Building

Screen doors for submarines

Teaching gold fish
                 
To climb trees

It's fun to hit bottom

Tell yourself you are deep

Pursuing dreams is easy

Just go to sleep
                                    
Once I am done just for fun
                                              
I'm gonna make you love me
                                         
I'm conquering this easy chair
                                            
Why you ask, because it's there

Who ever told you Life was fair

Don't take it hard It's easy

Just close your eyes
         
And dream
                                     
Once I'm done just for fun
                                        
I'm gonna make you love me
                                            
I'm growing all my hopes and dreams
                                   
Water them with gasoline

And if they don't grow fast

Speed them up with a match

It's fun to hit bottom

Tell yourself you are deep

Pursuing dreams is easy

Just go to sleep
                                     
And once I'm done just for fun
                                              
I'm gonna make you love me

Dream

When we are working out a new song these quick little recordings are a big help. The song might change in the future, but I hope you enjoy this snapshot.

Crushed (Acoustic)

You bite the hand again, again
You send your lovers on the run
What The Remains could not pretend
That all the agony was fun

Artwork by Sean Simmans @seansimmans on Twitter

The Remains

Sometimes it's too much to face
And I'm crushed under
Wish you would come over
For some Netflix and Disappear

Go follow @seansimmans on Twitter for more of his amazing visual art

crushed

https://yearsformonths.bandcamp.com/track/op-ed

Blue pen in your left hand Red one in your right
You delete and edit Since I won’t put up a fight
What remains is crippled Vacuous and Weak
A shell and his manipulator Master and her freak

Were you hoping for a love song Were you hoping for a dance 
Were you hoping for some candles And have some Romance
Did you think that I would beg for you to let me in your pants

I won't be your social user I'm not your content producer       
If you want a villain then I'll play the part I know my lines if you want to start
Is this what you wanted? Own what you have made
You carved me into this monster With your poison blade
Jesus how it frightens me The hurtful things you say
Jesus I would climb your cross Just to get away

Fuck you for just sitting there with your hands folded in your lap
Every sweet sound to cross your lips Is just another trap
You think you can fix this You can't fix what can't be broke
You cannot break what can't be fixed You can't uncut the rope

cover art by Sean Simmans - find him on Twitter https://twitter.com/Seansimmans

Op-ed

I have no interest in convincing you 
that I am worthy of listening to 
I'll make no case 
I'll save no face 
I'll walk away 
I'll walk away

I'm done subsisting in no man's place
I will not fight I'll say good day
you can have the money 
you can have my name 
I'll walk away 
I'll walk away

Pensive and restless and probing for mines 
I will not fight I'll say good night
that's no way to live a life
I'm calling for a ceasefire 

I have no interest in convincing you 
That I am worthy of listening to 
but I'm gone long gone
I'm gone long gone
I'll walk away 
I'll walk away

Interest

I am a fuck up and 
I never do anything right
Just one thing that you say to me
A self-fulfilling prophecy
Try as I might try as I might
There's not much I can do
You're rubber and I'm glue
Least that's how it felt
And those rubber bullets 
shoot shoot shoot shoot
shoot shoot shoot shoot
 
I can tell myself I'm 
organizing a retreat
But it's a blood bath 
with no take backs
I can't come back from that
Try as I might try as I might

Cuz I'm a fuckup and a failure
Can't do anything right
And some words echo louder over time over time over time

Em D G \ Em D G C \ Am C G \ Am C G \ Em D C \ Em D C
(Here's the chords so you can play along. Just don't fuck it up!)

I am a fuckup

There’s a chill in the air
This whiskey won’t erase
It bites me to the bone
Dries the tears off my face
Wind blow me away
Pick me up and carry me
Cradle me in your clouds
And rock me to sleep

Turntable spins Elliott
He seems to understand
There’s no comfort though
From the Plain Clothes Man
Throw my drink on the fire
Nourishes the flames
They lick at the sky
But don’t care about my name
 
Get off the fucking bed
Busy up your head
I know what’s best
But I dive deeper instead

Lover speaks of acedia
Parleys with my heart
Wisdom is one thing
But won’t stop me tearing apart

Numb it up
And drink it down
Got to get away somehow
But I can’t care to run
Swallow till it slows me down
You won’t find me now
No way and no how

You won’t find me now
No you won’t find me now

Song written by Mick Hickman
Cover art by Sean Simmans
Recorded mixed and mastered by Stan Keightley at Vegetative State

Numb

I want to get out of my brain
that's where I keep the shame
I want to get out of my head
and into a fresh one instead
Maybe I can find a way
to wash my mind
join a cult or maybe an army
Got a little heavy there, sorry
Everything is sunshine and roses
Don't think about the oceans

and I'm always writing songs about myself
but you're the one
with your hopes up on the shelf
there's a difference
between what I want and what I get
happiness is how to suffer and be okay with it

maybe I don't want to be happy
maybe I don't want to be content
And maybe you heard the words
but still don't know what I meant

Ok with It

How To Suffer

One of these days you're gonna find me
Shirtless in traffic shouting at cars

01 Traffic

You bite the hand again, again 
you send your lovers on the run 
What the remains could not pretend 
that all the agony was fun 
 
This is my dream come true
This is my dream come true To be alone again with you
To be alone again

You bite the hand again, again 
You had your Time alone in the sun
I'm not the one who would defend 
The way you say your race was run

This is my dream come true
This is my dream come true To be alone again with you
To be alone again

You bite the hand again, again

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