1. |
Can't Go Home Again
03:00
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The road I’m on
Dad calls the redneck autobahn
it’s basically abandoned the hour before dawn
It’s just me and my ghosts and the callers on Coast to Coast
Tonight I won’t believe nothing unless it’s an elaborate hoax
I’ve spent all night ruining tomorrow
And in this tenuous darkness I lose cell reception
the closer I get to my home town exit
I get nostalgic for what used to make me panic
The predictable dread and I’ve started to cherish
But is there no place like home if you’re born in the Twilight Zone?
You can’t go home again!
There’s still the billboards for discount cigarettes,
gun shows that are all ages
Did they always clean the graffiti off of those monuments?
So I park my car on Robert E. Lee Boulevard
I chitter in the dark “maybe I’m one who’s changing”
But the old familiar way now feels pretty fucking strange
You can’t go home again!
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2. |
Bless Your Heart
03:04
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I remember being sixteen. Sneakin’ out at three
to the local cemetery to write the world’s worst poetry.
And my mom asked me if I was on weed.
How could I tell her that I was feeling ennui?
I don’t want self care, I just wanna scream.
Present day, all my friends say:
“If you wanna take all your anxiety away you gotta start microdosing MDMA”
Uh, okay? There’s got to be an easier way.
Bless your heart, we don’t know what we are.
What stories to do you tell,
when you don’t believe the ones about yourself?
It isn’t as bad as it seems.
A nightmare is also a dream.
You’re not gonna find it in shithole bars.
You’re not gonna find it in Zener cards.
Not in the big city or the rural parts.
Then again I never tried that hard.
Bless your heart
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3. |
Old Times' Sake
03:32
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We met at waffle house at eight
To try and get our story straight
Hash out the memories of the old days
You didn’t even have to change
It made me feel normal
Talkin’ death metal
For old times sake
Holding it down
In our hometown
You’re the only thing growing in the
Devil's Tramping Ground
why’d kept in contact when I left for that job
Is it because of what we saw over Lake Macintosh
Yellin’ and screaming, “Oh my gosh!”
In the summer before we learned curse words from your cousin Josh
This shithole hole could be the promised land
Goddamn!
This shithole hole could be the promised land
Goddamn! Goddamn! Goddamn! Goddamn!
Cleaning out your grandma’s freezer
Of decades of cigarettes and steaks
In your old cannibal corpse t-shirt
You wore for old times sake
For old times sake
Holding it down
In our hometown
You’re the only thing growing in the
Devil's Tramping Ground
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4. |
Fight or Flight
02:19
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Pissing in the marketplace of ideas
Everyone you disagree with is going to hell
You did the research, you have your thesis
But I bite my tongue until it starts to swell
Sorry your marriage isn’t going too well
Is there any hill that I’ll die on?
Maybe I was a coward all along
Can’t say shit til I write the song
Maybe I'm the problem
Fight or flight or will you try to hide in
Plain sight just to be polite
Nobody trusts anybody now,
But the calls are coming from inside the house
Welcome to the south
Looking up some battle tips for Fortnite
Oh no, you fell to the alt right
Spewing hate you’re shitting on your friends again
Hard trolling hiding with a VPN
Clown shit you head out to the wilderness
Cant hunt surviving on your own piss
Call us back your family is getting scared
Turns out that you were pretty unprepared
Was it a jump scare or were you just unprepared?
Fight or flight or will you try to hide in
Plain sight just to be polite
Nobody trusts anybody now,
But the calls are coming from inside the house
Welcome to the south
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5. |
RESONATOR!
03:59
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With Salt circles and incantations
I came home to face my demons
But like horny drunk high schoolers I’m meddling
With a box marked DO NOT OPEN OPEN OPEN
I shouldn’t have come back here
I think this place is haunted
With the Ouija board in the cemetery
Say your affirmations in the mirror screaming Bloody Mary
Study the microfiche in your library
Like “Oh my god is this therapy?!”
I shouldn’t have come back here
I think this house is haunted
I shouldn’t have come back here
This isn’t what I wanted
Years of damage congealed into a monster mash
If I open it up can I put it back?
What’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever done to get better?
Sometimes there’s nothing left but drastic measures
Open up the spellbook fire up the resonator
But I’m too scared, back to the hook.
Hellraiser.
I shouldn’t have come back here
I think this house is haunted
I shouldn’t have come back here
This isn’t what I wanted
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6. |
East of The Rockies
02:30
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[REDACTED]
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7. |
Legend Tripping
03:53
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Sneak into the old cigarette factory
Where we took field trips to in elementary
You were there tagging graffiti
It’s good to know there’s ghoulies like me wherever I go
running on nicotine, facing mortality
All of the better times, can’t confirm or deny
We are not alone, woah!
We are not alone, woah!
Then we started goin’ to all ages shows
In bookstores, coffee shops or strangers homes
Until the cops show up and our covers blown
So ask a punk there's always somewhere to go
We are not alone
we’re not alone
LEGEND TRIPPING
LEGEND TRIPPING
We are not alone, we are not alone, wearenotalone, wearenotalonewearenotalonewearenotalonewearenotalonewearenotalone
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8. |
C.V.S.M.
03:45
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Cameron village slime mold
Cameron village slime mold
Grand opening, in the temple where my body used to be
They opened a Spirit Halloween
Now I’m all bones blood and fog machines
First generation
with a lower life expectation
than our parents.
Will I lower the average? Oh no
I’m the Cameron Village Slime Mold
It’s inevitable
Good God, is this my reflection?
I’m a Cronenberg film playing in slow motion
The more my hair gets thin, the less I feel relevant
Is it punk to say I just feel delicate
First generation
with a lower life expectation
than our parents.
Will I lower the average? Oh no
I’m the Cameron Village Slime Mold
It’s inevitable
How else can I say it?
How else can I say it?
How else can I say it?
I feel like shit
Sh. Enough of this.
And I hope you see yourself as others do someday
We’re all stuck together suffering in your own unique way
You still look pretty good for someone your age
We are all the slime mold, splendid and strange.
It’s inevitable
Slime mold!
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9. |
Patterson-Gimlin
03:56
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I just get drunk at my parents house
Cause I don’t go to bars in my hometown
Everyone that I used to know just kinda bums me out
Valedictorian’s climbing pyramids
Homeschooling both her kids
plantation wedding and she wont feel weird about it
And the bully from the the bus stop
Is now getting accolades now as a cop
gym teacher just tried to sell me her gun in the parking lot
The greatest distance between two places
Isn’t message by mileage signs
The greatest distance between two places
Is time time time
Another year on Mr. Bones Wild Ride
When I’m at my parents
I can still hear the cannons
Of the reenactment of the war I’m glad we lost
But I’m doing the same shit
Rewriting narratives
Trying to reckon who I am with where I’m from
Maybe that’s what I’m scared of
The greatest distance between two places
Isn’t message by mileage signs
The greatest distance between two places
Is time time time
Blinkin out like the brown mountain lights
This whole town is starting to Patterson-Gimlin
It’s all shake and fuzz the more we zoom in
This whole town is starting to Patterson-Gimlin
It’s all shake and fuzz the more we zoom in
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10. |
Nuclear Family
04:49
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In the aftermath
We picked up broken glass
Off yellowcake linoleum
Put into garbage bag.
He just assumed you’d be so mad
When you came home to all of this destruction
With a note the read “I guess nice guys finish last”
I looked at you concerned and you just laughed.
YOU JUST LAUGHED
HA HA HA HA
You offer me some of y’all’s beers
The cheap stuff that he drank cause you won’t be back here
God damn this week’s been a hell of a year
God damn this week’s been a hell of a year
When you and Adam split up he had a meltdown
When you and Adam split up he had a meltdown
We worried so much about you when you didn’t come around
When you and Adam split up he had a meltdown
Let me start from the beginning (oh you wanna know what happened?)
In 1961 on a routine training run
A B-52 crashed over North Carolina
And it dropped two megatons
Failure of the safety mechanisms all except for one
(we were almost beachfront, we were almost beachfront)
This town was almost beachfront
Got me thinking about annihilation
Do I want to die in the town that I was born in?
Duck and cover or try to flee
I don’t even need the nuclear family
Working at the dealership Adams dad owns
Thank you for the offer sir, but thank you, no
The bombs still out there in Goldsboro
I belong in the unknown
When you and Adam split up he had a meltdown
When you and Adam split up he had a meltdown
Now you gotta get out on a mushroom cloud
When you and Adam split up he had a meltdown
You don’t know how close I came to going down in
Flaaaammmeessss
That’s why I called you here into my home
I need $300 for gas and tolls
It’s not a gift it’s a loan
If I don’t get out of here
I’m gonna explode
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11. |
Eastover
03:18
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My mom gave away your bike
Said it reminded her about that night
So I took the path straight to the park
Cut through the construction site
I stopped to sit down on your bench
Against the wishes of my therapist
And I won’t deny there’s still some bitterness
But I find every year the feeling changes
Your birthday’s carved into the wood
And it’s good to know that others still remember you
The date was off by just a day but it’s ok
They don’t know you like I do
You used to say this place was thin
Like a crossroads between dimensions
And at the time it seemed insane
But since then I’ve seen some things that I just can’t explain
It’s the place where we saw UFO’s and shadows of Confederate ghosts
A place right down the road from my old house
and I still sift through grief for meaning
But only one of us can stay 19 forever, man
Wherever you decided to go, I hope the sun rose.
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