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Nail Your Colours To The Mast

by Bedroom Minstrels

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1.
I don't sleep 'cause when I do All I dream are dreams of you When I wake up, you are not around In my best dreams I am dying In my worst you say you're trying And in yours you say "my teeth are falling out" Pick your teeth up from the floor 'Cause I don't walk that path no more Hold a handle of the sword for causes lost Tumble down the mountaintops And break your back among the jagged rocks And when regret starts to knock, just leave the door locked If it's the distance you couldn't take Let's not repeat the same mistakes And for our sakes remember, when to call enough, enough If it's my drinking you can't abide I'll have you know that I have tried and tried And tried and tried And now, I'm giving up Because suddenly I bear your burdens Just as much as you'd been bearing mine And I admit though you tried and tried it wasn't ever quite enough Tough enough, Suddenly I bear your burdens You're the worst best dream, I've ever, ever had The worst best dream You're the worst best dream Ever, ever had.
2.
Cedar Ghosts 04:12
Those jacks that you threw, from your charred hands They hit the cedars of the attic that we knew Almost 6 years later Still, I remember every word Memories of an area code haunt my mind Meaningless threats they all subside Still, you fought for nothing, it's all pointless time Sleeping around, we were always sleeping around Birds get louder as the sun rises I can still remember looking out that window, the same window I'm looking out now, with you Lying on the dusty floorboards we slept I swear, I'll never forget
3.
And now we are old so we are thinly and pale...
4.
Made no progression to like standing still Still not an anarchist I guess I never will be Girls in the guest room Vibrant & still Tell them I'll be alright But I never will, never will Never will It's the snow melting Find the summer in stride & my psychosis, neurosis Disassociation they define me, find me weak imperishably Please cease Please, see! Please sea, please sea Sometimes I get so tired like Lucy Burrows Smile Blues I push my fingers past inside, like, Let my gums bleed wild & then There's no ending No satisfactory plot conclusion Please cease Please see! Please sea, please sea
5.
Left alone on the cobblestone Last payphone phone call of my life I don't care if it reaches you or not Gaudy Sleights If you short forth Please be as kind to yourself, as to us Never lived no nursery rhyme life anyway Just Spiteful Mathematicians falling apart You got no right to treat people like you do Write a record about your substance abuse Mighty Peafowl She's lost control? How sorrowful. My last ditch effort to comply with all of this There was never romance in these cold fucking numbers I hope you die with a pencil in your hand, in yours My Light Darkened Cold Hands, reaching out, groping hearts till The arteries collapse in blood The radicals in your mind, don't divide they just Devour
6.
Northfolk 02:51
I'm like the northfolk I feel tired and cold & I can't stand it I like the northfolk Their dire grey beards & old bones I'll miss the northfolk and how they used to call me "comatose boy" & all the northfolk Will rally to you until they Don't anymore Callous in February's a no show Thinking back to Autumn's draining this memory fountain I'm like the northfolk I can sense when it's time To give up I like the northfolk & Lunar Joe & Vic Chesnutt Songs for the northfolk Sing bitter frostbite & Stoned Seems like the northfolk Always aspire to Call each other home Callisto called but left no number Reached out to find a place to tender and fade Tender and fade I like the northfolk All of their fears And their tones Hear the northfolk Call out and watch the boats Seems like the northfolk Feel the ocean & Call it home
7.
If even Clayton sleeps alone There's no hope for anyone And a diurnal life you're not living Though, you're getting old Outside hallways in the cleanest of lobbies Sobbing, sobbing slowly And feeling narrower than I told Someone still loves you, in your memory Is this it? the blues of an era (Mariemaia) If it's a Lemirean future, I find myself defeated There's no byablue reaching out to me She says there's nothing like the chandelier's in god's house She says that's where I wanna be With women in white clothes, and heavy homes and dark bones (she said) that's where I wanna live I don't wanna feel I don't wanna feel I just wanna feel Mariemaia!
8.
After a while without sunlight The snow continues to fall Running on empty now Inside it's colder somehow When I go, hope it's fast like some calico cat down on it's luck I'm sick of writing stupid songs about Teenagers in bed, smoking cigarettes Inoperable fuck this shit How could it all come to this? The kindest stranger I'd ever see Waving goodbye politely
9.
So full of shit I need another hit Tattered and torn Loose leaf paraded storm Blinded by the sounds of silence Someone save me, someone take me home So full of shit I need another hit Callous and cold Murderous aging bones Blinded by the sounds of silence Cartwheel kings and liquid violence Service to the hands of shallow Marching as I rape and rebel Shift me with the interstate I won't retreat I won't delay I'm carving out the sick within So I can live, So I can live Again... So full of shit I need another hit...
10.
Casey, Do you remember me? I've given up on trying to get better I stopped sleeping again, I stopped eating again Stopped my writing, I stopped trying I stopped self medicating Jim, It's all so doubtful We're getting older And to the twisted years, I spent with you From the pits of my rotting insides I swear, I won't forget Matthew, Wish you well With all the foulest sex disease, and rotting smells Hope you die and go to hell And I'll see you there myself With a cigarette, to burn your silence If I can't even forgive myself, How the fuck will I ever- and I don't intend to I will never forgive you. Hersey, Please don't forgive me I wanted to feel involved Now I'm regretting those fucking words and I'm driving my own damn hearse.
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Entropy 05:25
My friend Charlie says She's got an inclination So I say, okay, go ahead Just take a chance Since early 2010 I've been writing songs about Anguish in the Commonwealth & how it's all in my head Makes me reminisce makes me think about this girl Who had this question in mind & insisted I address and there's no confidence And I was driving on the interstate Thinking about it Thinking about it Thinking about you I remember when I was 10 & my lungs filled up with blood Lying on the bathroom floor In Alpharetta Georgia Still searching for my own Avery Island haven't found it yet, but I'm still looking There's nothing wrong with finding love inside yourself, for someone else I see that now myself Almost 6 years later I was driving on the interstate Thinking about it Thinking about it Thinking about you if the universe expands and twists i insist i will try to find you looking at the stars in the fields behind north street at the end of the day we just exist with our feelings and joys and concerns and we just live and we are nihilists and im not even a nihilst anymore Please don't believe in me I'm at a loss, & i'm a nut I'm a pessimistic simple sycophantic fuck And I've got nothing left to hold on to I've been driving on the interstate Thinking about you Thinking about you Thinking about...

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Written and recorded from 2012 to 2015. Mostly in the winter months of the last two years.
Like Vic's this album is a little obsessed with the idea that through death, life is nourished.

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released April 21, 2015

Some production from Conor and Tim
Some art is purloined from The Patron Saint of Bridge Burners and Farewell Continental and Andrew Wyeth.

Thanks to everybody for your support, thank you for waiting.

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"i bet you got no more friends than an alarm clock."

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