1. |
An Ohia Family Murder
05:51
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Truth about it is
Things put to song have power
Watch me go
My broken pack leaks your gutted
Waste of a family
Watch me murder now,
Watch the blood flow soft
Fast,
Angry and free
Our secret heart burns in my memory
Singing won't take me back,
Yelling makes me cry
A hoarse voice and beads strung
beat breaking
Burns in my memory
Truth is
All in this song has power
Watch it burn
Cold blooded killer
makes a heart beat pop
To the beat of dampened drums
Watch me now
Watch it now
Watch me start it off with the drop of a pin
Perfectly failing lock
Open my door
Hands cracked with washing
Need lotion
Abandoned holy shrine
Filled up with blood
Sitting peaceful now
Standing raging then
Watch me now
Watch it now
Watch me start it off with a quivering grin
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2. |
Notes and Needing
02:36
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And I have, all the same feelings
I had when I was nineteen;
Wanting to die, to bite off and choke on this swollen tongue
Needing to drown in smoky nowheresville
To forget how, this back aches when I wake up to dream
But now, it's all buried under notes and annotations
Explanations of worth and rights
Though, honestly, this past year has shaken me
Sufficiently to know there's no foundation
If we have to build one up
Thrownness and knotted thinking are the layer in front
Of a peace, not dependent on notes and needing
But I stay knotted most days, dragging ass
Knowing heaven's just behind
But stuck for the wanting
But stuck for the note taking
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3. |
Sandbox
04:33
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I cut my thumb, fucked my tendon
In the back room of a store
Bleeding badly grabbed a towel,
Me and my friend flew out the door
It was paid for by a company
Called helmsman or something
Like they used to forge real armor
But now they just pay for thumbs
Being mortal
Paying court ordered
Payments 'cause you spray painted your high school when you were 16
Showed those ass holes who was boss
While wearing home made masks
Forged in secret in your bedroom
You stuck you little finger
Bleeding badly, dead skin mask
While you sobbed inside your hole
Empty longing, am I realer
Than this rotting stomach full?
Having issues
Thinking you're a fuckin' loon
Praying to Vishnu
A year or two later
Thinking god's inside your head
and all you gotta do is dread
All the feelings and the wantings
Making you wish for your bed
Now you're older, should be wiser
But just boring, scared, and drier
Drink the water that we give you
It'll surely cure your head
Deadly headache
Pulsing cranium of dread
Should be calmer
But I'm an enemy instead
Of free living, thoughtless giving
Things the Wisemen taught and said
Am I acting well? Would you tell me?
Or is it known that I'm not fed?
Peaceful knowing, please come quickly
My stomach really hurts
Can I go back to the sandbox?
I like my fake friends more
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4. |
Rough Rider Pt. 2
03:25
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I wrote this song
It's about when I met her
We were young
And I saved her from a predator
I was dumb
I didn't think that she would kiss me
But she did
And we flew into a mess of love
I called immaturity a car
We'd stare at her wood ceiling
Smoke cigarettes in my back yard
I tossed a bad friend and gained an angel
Seventeen and stupid, I didn't see the pain ahead
I killed Logan Brown
Over and over and over
To clear the shelf
For loving and moreover
A clearer view
So time could disappear
If only I knew
The darkness in a human heart
Our Dads are bears and I'm the king
Of the wicked evil city
Where wire tongues lick everything
But into my heart a conscience grew
Dispelling all the darkness
I owe you for everything
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5. |
Disease Song
02:01
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Logan Brown Cincinnati, Ohio
Singer-songwriter out of Cincinnati Ohio. Active since 2014, still kickin'.
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