Busch Hymns

by Posture & the Grizzly

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1.
No Brains 01:49
Try to talk about nothing, for real? I am trying to hear you out Cause I'd rather talk shit on the pavement or burn a cigarette Then talk to you right now Way two different personalities We Fuck when our worst comes out If you're excited then I'll use it Piss my name in the ground We'll lately I fall asleep on the drives home You fall asleep with your clothes on We hold hands but we don't talk I fall asleep on the drives home You fall asleep with your clothes on We hold hands but we don't talk I couldn't get enough
2.
Stoned, red eyed and tired Finding it harder to fall asleep Looking at pictures I trashed from last year You were close to me A new way to drown a thought out A mix of beer and gasoline Light that match man I'm on fire Won't you smoke me out Burn me out There's a brand new band, with a brand new song You all don't know the words, tried singing along But you don't know that band you don't even like them Go and drive your car in time to see that band In Derricks basement, you treat it like some sort of party Stoned, red eyed and tired Finding it harder to fall asleep Looking at pictures I trashed from last year You were close to me A new way to drown a thought out A mix of beer and gasoline Light that match man I'm on fire Won't you smoke me out Burn me out There's a brand new boy with a brand new curse He has brand new lies he wears Brand New shirts But you don't know that boy you don't even like him Go and drive your car in time to see that band in Derricks basement, you treat it like some sort of party And I guess that I guess that I am finally nervous And I guess that I guess that I am finally anxious And I guess that I guess that I do deserve it And I guess that I guess that I should try to sleep
3.
Why the fuck would I wait for you If you never waited for me You said I pulled you down so far underground That you could barely breathe to cry out To an ex-best-friend, true friends or lovers Well maybe it's time to step free You say you wanted a future but in the end Where the fucks my future? I walk right into this crowded room Highlights of blooded boiled in my skin I guess I'm to blame Got to high to understand your words Got to drunk stumbled and just slurred Fuck this might seem so embarrassing Reading on Hawking's how to travel in time Then I could figure out wrong from right What if I never met you? And when you lay your head down tonight Do you still think of me like I still think of you
4.
Well it looks like your having fun You got fucked up at the bar again And I'd hate to be wasting our time Were always off and on and back off again And I know that you're alright And I know that you'll be fine without me And I'd hate to be causing a scene But punks dead and your to blame for it I'm swallowing my words, piss, vomit and shit Then I cut my tongue and bled out my mouth And I know that I'm alright And I know that I'll be fine without you And I think to myself how piss drunk I am and how you'll die There's nothing left here so what am I really holding onto And I'll think to myself the fucked up ways that I could die And I'll find a hell that will let me burn so I can let you go
5.
Modern Punk 02:10
We'll lately I'm sick of listening to modern punk and I'm sick of all these fucking kids I got to know All these shitty kids I'm suppose to know I'm trying, i'm trying to make it through Becks Mellow Gold I'm trying hard but you don't see me anymore And I don't care about you anymore Not at all I'm fucked up My eyes are slowly rolling back to my brain They keep on rolling but you don't see me anymore And I don't think about you anymore But I'm still trying, I'm trying hard to be that cool Dog I'm trying hard but it's hard to give a fuck anymore It's hard when you don't give a shit anymore Not at all
6.
This must be it you look fucking dead here God knows there's a thousand things that I would have loved to do with you But I won't be coming back I won't be coming back But I won't be coming back I won't be coming back This must be it you maintained your status God knows a nose ring or shitty tattoo just wouldn't do But I won't be coming back I won't be coming back But I won't be coming back I won't be coming back
7.
God's Drugs 02:08
When God took all your drugs It was the end of your world That boy came through the door He left through the window And I've been thinking about my self The fat, tired, lonesome, piece of shit that I am Or I tried to be
8.
Transmit this to planet I'm Looking for a contact The signals cut were gonna die And you didn't seem to think of it And I've been staring at these blank sheets of paper And I've been swallowing shit piss and water And you'll be that vulture who eats at my stomach And my body will rot once you leave my carcass You get high off me you get high off me I get high for me I get high for me And I've been staring at these blank sheets of paper And I've been swallowing shit piss and water And you'll be that star that will fall from Heaven You're loosing weight your looking to thin I get high off the moon I get high off the moon I get high off you I get high off you And I wan't to see you smile And I want to see you

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released March 4, 2014

engineered and mixed by Chris Teti at Silver Bullet
mastered by Jon Markson
artwork by Jordan Hudkins

J Nasty - guitar, vocals
Piss Malone - bass
Cabbage Pillow - drums

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