1. |
Right Here
03:56
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Yes they all know I'm a nervous wreck
They don't care much I'm willing to bet
I got my magic here in the palm of my hand
I like to pretend I'm in a rock 'n roll band
I gotta go it alone
It's nothing personal, my dear
That being said I wanna keep you right here
Right here
Yes they all know I'm a nervous wreck
They're saying, "He's paranoid" I'm willing to bet
Delusional and desperate
Get the fuck away, he's on a violence kick
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2. |
Where's My Buzz?
03:33
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We're skin and bones
We're open road on our own
We smoke all day
We sleep in late
Gimme some time
Gimme my mind back
Gimme some time
Gimme my mind
We're sex and love
We're God above
Where's my buzz?
We're steering wheel
We never feel
We cool it down
We're sorry now
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3. |
Sleeping with a Ghost
03:59
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I'm sleeping with a ghost
and she don't even know
She'd hate for me to go
but I'm already gone
I bet she's packing heat
looking out for me
She caught bullets in her teeth
but she's my iron lung
And it's no secret what I'm thinking
I wanna get get get get get back again
Went to the clinic, my prognosis
Sleeping with a specter again
Oh, Mama Mama, those Friday nights
You hit me where my chest is tight
Oh no
I'll run the gamut again
I'm sleeping with a ghost
and she don't even know
I'm sleeping with a ghost
and she don't even know
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4. |
Jesus in Lone Star, AL
05:26
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Looking back on it, yeah, I’m not very nice
Drugs we’re slinging to ourselves got me unkind
But in the pickup, I had God pass me a light
Dropped my cigarette to drink my bloody wine
Oh, and you don’t know how we’re feeling
what we’re dealing with, yeah
I watched them put the Lord in their lungs
in a church parking lot
Or maybe you do know how our hearts go
when they do go anymore
Got enough gas to get us to God
Skip-trippin’ on my own, I read the door for fun
It said “Jesus would still be alive if he had a gun”
And then the cat out by the gas pump looking at us
like we were some kind of fools
Alabama to Atlanta, I lost my cool
And you don’t know
Fuck it
Oh, and you don’t know how I’m feeling
what I’m dealing with, yeah
Watch me ruin myself with all the faith I’ve got
Or maybe you do know how my heart goes
if it does go anymore
How else can I tell you to give me all you’ve got?
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5. |
Love Interlude
03:16
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6. |
Quitter
04:18
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You taught me how to wear my shoes
so that my shoes fell off my feet
How I could measure all our time
in strips of canvas on the street
My life was waiting for you then
Now life is me wanting you back
It feels like everything I do is to distract me from that fact
I would
I would quit for you
You taught me how to wear my face
so that nobody else could see
How scared to death we were inside
How scared to death I was to leave
It’s so ironic looking back on it
your hiding trick you passed to me
that helped me at least in discovering that part of me
And if I played this song for you
it would probably be inappropriate
And if you knew my love was true
you’d know more than I do
So how’s that latte as we sit and pretend
like I’m not still in love with you
for what you do and how you move
as you move on away from me
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7. |
I Know Why
04:00
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What lame-eyed bird will I escape from next?
I’m looking for the cure
He looks at me and asks, “Do we drink to forget?”
I’m really not sure
There’s ships to sail in this night
I’d know ‘cause I cut all of the cords
I cut all of the cords so I could feel alright
I’m not cut out for this
Swimming with your dogs
Kicking in the wake like I could float away
But I know why
What flaw I’ve built will I run away from next?
I don’t wanna know the cure
If all I’ve seen cannot dissuade me yet
I’m destined for the floor
There’s bones to wet in me yet
I’d know ‘cause I dug myself a hole
I dug myself a hole so I could be alone
You’re not cut out for this
You’re sleeping well at home
On your own
While I’m picking at my skin
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8. |
Bring Me Down Sweet
02:50
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Bring me down sweet
Bring me down sweet
The floor looks much better
when I’m on my knees
Bring me down sweet
Bring me down sweet
The floor tastes much better
when you bring me down please
I was watching
the way those other boys treat you
It’s like my baby’s gone crazy
and if we are together
then I guess that I am too
The confrontation
with their big eyes and dumb shoes
It put you in a funk from all that junk
and now you are in a bad mood
Well boys
Do you think there’s just one side of her?
You bring out the whiskey fighter in her
I was shaking
The way I often do
It’s like my legs go crazy
but my mind’s all hazy
and I don’t know what to do
So I walk on over
Her eyes looking down at her feet
I know that it’ll be better
if I go ahead and let her
just bring me down sweet
I wanna live with her
I bring out the whiskey lover in her
The lover in her
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9. |
New Man
03:57
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Can’t you see now
I’m a new man
No need for sympathy
‘cause I’m feeling alright, man
This vibe is tight, man
I strike light lightning
Wearing my vices
like they’re shackles for my wristbands
Can’t you see now
I like the new girls
Eyeliner cigarettes
and beating on my car girls
No one but you girls
Take over my world
Let’s move to Cali
hit the Mali ‘till we hurl
Can’t you see now
I’m a new man
No need for sympathy
‘cause I’m feeling alright, man
Yeah, I’m a new man
Rockin’ every night, man
But this new man wants
nothing else but you
I rock a keg stand
Check out my new band
got Percocet up in my sneakers
Wanna sniff, man?
‘Cause I’m a new man
the never-want-you-back man
All the new girls and I
are tanning in our Raybans
The curtains close and I’m alone
The penthouse reeks of stale cologne
My cover here is really blown
I think a new girl stole my phone
This shallow, dour heart is turbulent
with the need to restart
I think the metaphor is clear
I’ve always always wanted you, my dear
Yeah, I’m a new man
but can I hold your hand?
You make my heart beat
like a ball inside a tin can
Yeah, I’m a new man
the take you out to brunch man
When I’m with you
you keep me clean and feeling right, man
The hold you tight man
Your shining knight man
I’m sorry for the things
I told you on that night, man
You’re probably right, man
We don’t have to try, man
But ‘till then I’ll be the new man
Who wants nothing else but you
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10. |
'66 Mustang
03:51
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Smoking circle in the driveway
Wonder if the parents know
Something good is coming my way
Get real stoned and let it go
Swimming naked in the moonlight
Bioluminescent feet
Waking up the next morning
Going home’s no good for me
We say we’ll always stay friends
That was the summer that I crashed my car
into my best friend’s car
That summer was beautiful
And you were so beautiful
You are all I see
Sitting broken by the speaker
Tap my feet to shitty tunes
Drink myself under the table
Trying not to think of you
Wish I could go back to the better times
Not passing out on the bathroom floor
Just to get my fucking kicks, man
She probably doesn’t love me anymore
She says we’ll always stay friends
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11. |
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I broke a promise to myself
Feels like I’m giving up inside
I ran that marathon, oh well
Honey, I promise you I’m trying
And even though my heart in freezin’
And I can’t find the joy in livin’
Fantasizin’ about evaporatin’
It feels good to be back again
What I’m saying here is true
It got real hard to just get through
Got real used to being blue
I’m still used to being blue
And even though my soul is breakin’
And winter is my only season
And we begin to talk about my addiction
It feels good to be back again
But you stick right by me while I stymie
being happy ‘cause that effort it would break me
probably awake me but I’m sleeping
here inside me where nobody know I’m hiding
redesigning all my thinking blinking fury
someone help me I’m not happy
what is happy?
I broke a promise to myself
But now I’m trying to get some help
I ran that marathon
I’ll keep on runnin’ ‘em
But not without a little help
And even though my eyes are burnin’
And I’m permanently self-criticizin’
I don’t care much to see the horizon
It surely feels like I am dyin’
And my momma knows these pills
and I want them
And my daddy says that path
ain’t worth takin’
And my baby’s got the heart of a lion
It feels good to be back again
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12. |
Death Interlude
03:24
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13. |
Hurlin' Rocks
06:32
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Haven’t wrote in a long time
Think I’m losing my touch
With everything that is around me
Like it’s all become too much
And even driving ‘round this city
Doesn’t bring me joy no more
Since was I this human equation
I gotta relearn to adore
So what’s the point of this door
If the door is always locked
I try to break in through the window
Found myself hurlin’ rocks
This poetry is now illegal
‘Cause it don’t sit right inside
Oddly enough, yeah
It’s funny how I love you
The weight of your world,
the comfort in your eyes
So what’s the point of this door
If my heart is always locked
No more tapping on the window
No more filling up your box
Even emptying my pity
Doesn’t bring me joy no more
Since when I just chained up and primal
Cut me loose or let me roar
Or scream
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14. |
Overkill
03:11
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I got another sleepless night
under my belt
thinking about the way you felt
when I left you there
back on the shelf
Looking back on it
it was for myself
And I hate these lyrics
running through the classic
bullshit lines, all spent and caustic
I bent the plastic handle
on the water bottle
that’s what my hands did when I
Got anxious again
Can’t go outside I’ll just stay in
The sun’s out but my blood is pumping thin
The heartbeat you’ll never feel again
I’m sorry, my friend
I got another late morning
under my belt
Can’t find the nerve to wake myself
‘Cause I’m scared to live
‘cause I don’t live pure
Now I’m naked playing guitar on the floor
And I hate these headaches
Neural shutdown backaches
Nevermind, I will pretend I’m okay
and I took up smoking more weed
Thought it would make me happy
Thought you’d like that but I
Got depressed again
Can’t go outside I’ll just stay in
The sun’s out but my blood is pumping thin
The heartbeat you’ll never feel again
I’m sorry, my friend
Forget about it
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COYOTE HOTLINE Boston, Massachusetts
Coyote Hotline is the solo project of 21-year-old multi-instrumentalist Graham Crolley.
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