The Paint Splats

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1.
Cut the Cord 04:28
Can’t hear an inch in front of me Don’t think there’s anything special to see Sweeping up those crumbs from the kitchen floor That broken broom gives me a reason to get lower All your untouched books up on the shelf Hang over head until the day they’re all read Not everything here is worth your lies Wipe your feet coming in and you’ll be fine Out there and everywhere, you’re alone even on the phone Put it down and you’ll forget her – cut the cord Smoke and drink until you feel alright Think I’m gonna join you later on tonight Freshen up, put on those brand new clothes By the end we won’t know which direction is home Out there and everywhere, you’re alone even on the phone Put it down and you’ll forget her – cut the cord If you don't believe you're screaming in your living room Take some time to breathe - the strangers are coming soon
2.
I really want a cigarette But I guess I'll do this other stupid thing instead I'm told it's a little healthier than giving up your daily dread Take all your winnings - flush 'em down the drain And hope to god you don't see me complain Stumble and mumble - lure in the strays Put one foot down and let the other one walk away TV will rot your brain, so will going outside So you're stuck repressing daddy til you die Oh, what can I do? The store only gave me one left shoe I'll buy another pair and donate the other two Give it up now You're the only two-lip left in this town He said as he laughed with a broken heart And a little frown Christen your guns in the padded room The germ police are coming for you soon Burn all your books Fix anything in your head Stab 'em again to forget everything that you've ever read Money will rot your brain, so will inherent design So, you might as well be a lawyer since you're blind Oh, what can I do? The store only gave me one left shoe I'll buy another pair and donate the other two I'll buy another pair and donate the other two I'll buy another pair and donate the other two
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The piss-soaked peppermint in the bathroom sink Illuminates the architecture as you drink From the daisy-stained faucet And the stew that's brewin' out the top of your head The garden gnomes sing what they read in the books I didn't know they had eyes, but nothing's a surprise anymore Since if I've been released Charlie, is this a dream? I can't punch and I can't scream I can't run away from this fairytale display Backwards caps keep those ticks off your neck You better put a hat on your walnut sack They're bleeding all over you But you don't mind as long as the pies sell Ritualistic capitalism Ear canals filled with Uncle Sam's jizzum Choked til our neck tattoos turn the red, white, and blue Charlie, is this a dream? I can't punch and I can't scream I can't run away from this fairytale display On that big megatron screen On that big megatron screen On that big megatron screen On that big megatron screen If you stoke and you poke'r like you do in the shade I'm not the only one that's gonna be late Why can't we get along? Diamond, hearts, clubs, and spades Charlie, is this a dream? I can't punch and I can't scream I can't run away from this fairytale display On that big megatron screen On that big megatron screen On that big megatron screen On that big megatron screen
4.
Never really liked the idea of leaving Thought it was something you said But never nothing you did But ever since, oh, I can remember It's been our number one ear offender And I don't think that that worm will ever pass Went to prom in that blue VW bus The gawking few, they could not get enough Then we turned, oh, 23 Had the whole world at our feet Then realized at 25 that was a lie So if you wanted me to go I would not hesitate to kick down this door Meet me in the end my friend And we will share that bus to the west Like we always wanted to 'stead of watchin' the paint dry - again My valves are getting harder by the day Blood pumps through but it's hard to feel my face I don't think I've got too long But maybe my orthodontist is wrong And, hey, man, wouldn't that be great? So get up from that bed I wanna get going Those sheets are choking your neck No oxygen is flowing Your doctor said you're gonna pass Your lungs can't take it, you're brain won't last So I wheeled your ass out onto the interstate And we rode those winding rodes That our fathers had only dreamed about And we rose before the roses Popped our eyes out Cause like our momma's said That sorta thing happens when you're dead So if you wanted me to go I would not hesitate to kick down this door Meet me in the end my friend And we will share that bus to the west Like we always wanted to 'stead of watchin' the paint dry Cause like momma always said Bad things start to happen when you're dead
5.
I gutted my VCR just to see what was inside All the wires and the buttons intertwined carefully Melted into the carpet lining I played my little guitar with my shoelaces on fire It's getting harder to breathe Are we sure oxygen is flowing up the wire? Can't you see what I've done? Lean in closer You just wonder if I am gonna hurt someone Shoved a needle up my nose just to see what you would say It was the plunger's end, all the insulin depleted it's nonexistence again Found your teeth halfway down my throat By that hallway up the road Where we picked rotten berries and kissed on the mouth After that rusty string band show Don't wanna see what you've done My eyes deceive me And you just wonder if I am gonna hurt someone TV's dead - I forgot who had said It's time for another video killed the radio-type song again Poured my coffee in a mason jar and it shattered all over the floor What possessed me mom? I'm not sure why It's all part of my interior design I'm just a little kid trapped in this mishapen body Granted with a chance and a small megaphone Who's next in line to deny me? Can't you see this isn't fun? Erase the fever And you just wonder if I am gonna hurt someone TV's dead - I forgot who had said It's time for another video killed the radio-type song again TV's dead - I forgot who had said It's time for another video killed the radio-type song again I gutted my VCR just to see what was inside All the wires and the buttons intertwined carefully Melted into the carpet lining
6.
Where will I be when my brain shuts down? Will the atrophy reverberate through the microphone? Take one last look 'fore they put me in the ground Where will I be when they put me down? Where will I be when they put me down? Take one last look 'fore they put me in the ground Where will I be when they put me down? Where will I be when they put me down?
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Look at the sad man, puddles around where he stands The flames that once burnt high are dying, too Will he make it tomorrow, if he stops to beg and borrow All the dreams that he shared with his son and the moon? He cannot promise anything, but show him where to sign The wet socks in his shoes, his cigarettes won’t make it These streets are singing the blues, his flannel can’t take it He doesn’t know any other way, but if he got to choose He’d make the deal Lays on the benches in this city of witches His sheets are covered with the morning news These streets all look the same, though he doesn’t even know his name All he knows is this living room He cannot promise anything to the man in the three-piece suit What’s he got to lose that he hasn’t already? Tired of being blue, his mobile home’s unsteady He doesn’t have anyone to blame, unless you think of who Took him away Look at the sad man, puddles around where he stands The flames that once burnt high are dying, too Will he make it tomorrow, if he stops to beg and borrow All the dreams that he shared with his son and the moon? He cannot promise anything, but show him where to sign The wet socks in his shoes, his cigarettes won’t make it These streets are singing the blues, his flannel can’t take it He doesn’t know any other way, so what's he got to lose Should he make the deal He will make the deal
8.
Loud cigarettes on the ocean floor Can we redecorate or is it too late? Should I wait for something more? Since I don't know who I am I'm a little torn Half-eaten bottles in my bed Mirror tells me my nose is too red To go to church - sunday mourns Should I run for governor? I'm a little torn Now I know what you're thinking You're thinking I can take a piss Without my pants becoming totally unzipped Now I don't know if that's really true But the first person I tell Well, that could be you, yeah Fire alarm is screaming at me All I wanted was to reheat my keys The locks too cold It's taking form Of the second lady I'm a little torn I'm a little torn I'm a little torn
9.
Give it up make it up as you go now Wanna beat your drum every time I hear that sound Of the thunder rising up, up above the heaven's singing Like a Stones symphony but you get what you want Oh, what you want It's about time that it happened It's about time you felt something strong Maybe a little empathy is all you really need But you ain't gonna get get from me Push it down, pop the tab, drink that soda Let it flow down your throat, like an atom bomb So sweet and pure now Avocado, vibrator, battery-powered Sycophant on a rant Let 'em slip away to second base Is he still there at your door? Don't call the cops - just let 'em wiz on your floor Maybe a little bearded freak is all your really need But you ain't gonna get that from me Oh, you're so Oh, you're so You're so overpriced It's coming to an end, think I gotta get going So, slap me on the ass and kick me out that door Oh, yeah, alright!
10.
Been away for too long again Now somebody else is sleeping in my bed Stuck in Fresno, my friend And I don’t know where the hell that even is Smoke those mint cough drops to soothe your throat and brain Drink from the red Kool-Aid to find out where you’ve been And tell me where it is I’m going next I hate secrets, don’t you confess If it rains on your worst day Took a train to see the New York City lights Everything’s dimmer when you’re stabbed by the night Read a book when I was bored by the bay Misty winds made the words melt away Washed up on the shore like the dirty needle you were Cement clogging up your veins, it’s a living wage they say Tell me where it is you’re going next You were so sweet I must confess Hope it doesn’t rain on your worst day Treated you like dirt swirling down the drain Now you’ll settle for anything coming your way That chunk of wall resembles a fist Patch it up with that blood on your wrist You’re functioning broken down, now you cannot hear a sound Your mouth can’t whisper words when it’s screaming to Tell me if you can please do your best Do not treat this as just a test If it rains on your worst day

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released November 16, 2019

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The Paint Splats Dayton, Ohio

An unhealthy blend of power pop melodies that grew up listening to garage rock and the man shouting obscenities from the comfort of a street corner.

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