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The Grownlers Are You In Or Out? Album

Are You In Or Out?

Released October 6, 2009
Everloving Records
Recorded at The Growlers' Studios in Westminster & Costa Mesa, CA

  1. Someone Jr.

    My spine just squinted and my eye is weak
    I can’t find peace in a form of speech
    My views change color red hot, ice cold
    Black ain’t a color happiness ain’t gold
    It’s hard for me to feel normal easy to feel free
    It’s hard for you to understand if you can’t feel me
    I ain’t in a webster in a way I can grasp
    I try to hold on to something that is fast
    If something is a way of saying you don’t know
    Then a name is just a way of being visible
    My name is Someone Junior
    Who is my dad
    Mama is a Catherine Anne Hoover and she’s all that
    And a bag of crypt
    I’m a municipal and the mundane
    I try to keep weird keep away from the same
    I haven’t read an outline on how to pass youth
    Rather than get passed I pass doobs
    I’m out I’m in it’s hard to live in this given culture
    All the hers and hims
    All of the rats, snakes, and youth vultures around man
    My heart’s out of shape and my skulls in a cast
    I try to hold on to something that is fast
    If something is a way of saying you don’t know
    Then a name is just a way of being visible

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, backup vocals), Miles Patterson (guitar), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass, percussion, backup vocals)

  2. A Man With No God

    A man with no god stated to pray
    For a chance and a shot to win back his name
    He used to have a whole lot but he threw it away
    And all that he loved was washed down the drain
    Oh man oh no he had nowhere else to go
    Oh man oh lord only the lord could save his soul
    He was the one it wouldn’t happen to
    He reminded me of me and you
    He had it all but what is it all
    I guess you only know when it’s finally gone
    Down to his knees and willing to give faith a try
    Willing to plead to the man who gave and spared his life
    A man with no god stated to pray
    For a chance and a shot to win back his name
    When he had nothing he started to see
    The thing he missed most was his dignity

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, backup vocals), & Scott Montoya (bass, percussion)

  3. Red Tide

    The summer is here
    And the red tide’s near
    The day breaks brown
    But when the sun goes down
    The faces shine bright
    Through the whole night
    Her glow hypnotizes
    As the sea drops and rises
    Red tide come alive in the night red tide
    Come alive tonight – moonlight
    I kick the crystals in to the sky
    I don’t stop to ask you why
    Red tide
    Friend of the moon
    You come suddenly and leave too soon
    I was beckoned from the western shore
    I couldn’t hold my spirit anymore
    No legend could scare me stiff
    I give in let go and drift
    First glance and you drew me near
    To the sand with the distant fear
    A midnight flash that doesn’t last
    I have to wait until the seasons pass

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Clark Davison (keys), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass)

  4. Swallowed Whole

    I was there too but I got out
    Some stood still and some layed down
    I saw the forming of a frozen mind
    I got out in the nick of time
    My own friends are all in the deep
    Pulling in all of the wandering sheep
    The ones inside don’t dare to ask
    How long the cold cloud will last
    Can you even recall when you last seen the sun
    Can you even remember the sun

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass, tambourine)

  5. Old Cold River

    They drug me down to the old cold river
    They’re gonna throw me in
    Cuz I’ve been caught sleeping with the daughter
    Of the only man in town who can swim
    I’m facing the old cold river my back against the wind
    They gon’ throw me down to the bottom of the river
    Never to rise again
    I sink down
    Down to the old cold bottom
    Down, to rest with the fish
    I sink down
    Down to the old cold bottom just as the old man wished
    The sea sleeps and the moon is hanging
    Something I’d rather do
    But I’m facing the old cold river
    Bed of eternal blue
    With no reason to breathe without the right to love free
    I’ll sleep in the deep
    Sink like a drink
    Until again when we meet
    I sink down, down to the old cold bottom
    Without a hope in the clouds
    Down down to the old cold bottom
    To rest my bones in the ground
    They can’t save me
    Nobody can save me
    They can’t save me now
    They can’t save me
    Nobody can save me if I must live without
    I’d rather drown
    Till I rise to the wide open sky
    Down to the bottom old lonely bottom
    Till I rise to the wide open sky
    Leaving this place where love’s forbidden
    Life without her love ain’t worth living in

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, bubbles, melodica), Miles Patterson (guitar), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass)

  6. Hoopity Hip

    Believe in the trip
    The more that you learn
    You find you don’t know shit
    Quit trying to know it all
    Sometimes it’s ok to be wrong

    Written by Brooks Nielsen

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals)

  7. Wet Dreams

    I haven’t had the guts no I haven’t had the balls
    To tell you all about the thoughts I can’t keep out
    Don’t wanna fall asleep I don’t wanna fall asleep
    But I’ve been running out of ways to kill all of these sheep
    She’s been cumming in my head and there’s a devil in our bed
    I can not keep her concealed and I can’t shake that she ain’t real
    She tells me that you’re dead or that you just picked up and left
    And knowing that she lies doesn’t dull her piercing eyes
    When the moon has come and left
    She’s still fucking with my head
    Dragging me into bed and never letting me forget
    As my consciousness slips I fall into her grip
    We drink the devil’s blood inducing psychedelic trips
    She’s got ocean in her hips and liños in her lips
    And when you’re lying in my arms she’s still tugging on my dick
    Wet dreams
    It’s not easy coming clean but my urges can not wean
    I used to fight but now I fiend
    Wet dreams

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, backup vocals), & Scott Montoya (claves)

  8. Stranger's Road

    When Jimmy thinks he found his home
    With smiling faces and room to grow
    Then he’s back on the stranger’s road
    Never looking back and never letting go
    He needs time to try his heart
    Why even build or even start
    If he’ll just get torn apart
    Before he even gets a chance
    It’s say goodbye and pack your bags
    Then he’s back on the stranger’s road
    Never looking back and never letting go
    He needs time to find some air
    All he’s found is life’s unfair
    All he wants is for somewhere
    That he can finally call his home
    Somewhere where he can rest his bones
    Somewhere he can find someone
    Some place where folks remember his face
    Cause most of the time he feels like a ghost
    Who lives in the shadows and nobody knows
    He dreams of giving his sons what he never had
    A place to call home and a permanent dad
    And he’ll never show them stranger’s road
    He swears they’ll never know the stranger’s road

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass, percussion)

  9. Heehaw Stomp

    Soft hands with your head hanging low
    You got no plans and nowhere to go
    You’re always lying round and you’re always waiting
    With your no good reasons for your complaining
    I got no time or sympathy for the kind
    Who put their needs ahead and put their morals behind
    No time and too much weight on my spine to give you
    Sense and a dime to hear you shuffle and whine
    The man of today don’t have a back for the weight
    Nobody to wait for food on the plate
    Soft hands why don’t you do it yourself
    Instead of waiting for your uncle to help
    Pick up your limp chin and tighten up your belt
    Instead of waiting for your shadow to help
    The man of today has withered away

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor, Scott Montoya

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass)

  10. Barnacle Beat

    I’m a go down to the corner of Beach and
    Dance in the street to the barnacle beat
    I’ll stand in the traffic and whale and I’ll dance
    And smile as the plastics trip as they glance
    Maybe they won’t find me crazy
    The first ones to come are always the young
    They’ll drop a baby at the sight of the sun
    The youngies and the druggies and the pretties and the uglies
    Till the oldies come down and get what they’ve been wanting
    Bring what you choose your roots and dancing shows your kazoos and kangaroos
    We’ve got nothing to lose
    Sing your own tune or just sing along
    Play your grass flute we cannot go wrong
    Rip em off the ground
    Show em our sound
    Show em how to drown
    I’m a go down to the carnival street
    Stand on my hands and smoke with my feet
    I’m a go down to the merry go round

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor, Scott Montoya

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Miles Patterson (keys), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass, percussion)

  11. Wandering Eyes

    I’ll tell you I’ll never leave you
    If you believe me then it’s your fault
    So hear me clear before you hold me near
    Before you hold me dear to your heart
    These wandering eyes roll on the road
    Not even I know where I’ll go
    I’ll tell you I’ll always be true if I deceive you don’t be alarmed
    This wandering heart does what it wants
    Not even I know who I’ll love

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar)

  12. Tijuana

    Ether in the ice
    Revenge in the water
    There’s a thorn in your taco
    And where is your daughter
    Madness in the meat
    Dead dogs in the street
    Little babies scrappin' money that they don’t get to keep
    Take me to the city of wasted dreams where there’s little boys with M16s
    Where there’s little girls barely in their teens
    Dancing on laps to mechanical beats
    Child look over your shoulder and don’t believe their smiles

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, melodica), Miles Patterson (guitar), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass, percussion)

  13. Lenny Sinpablo Juliano 36th

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar) & Scott Montoya (percussion)

  14. Black Jungle Supreme

    Black Jungle Supreme
    Black Jungle Supreme
    Black Jungle Supreme
    Black Jungle Supreme
    Black Jungle Supreme
    Black Jungle Supreme
    Black Jungle Supreme
    Black Jungle Supreme
    Black Jungle Supreme
    Black Jungle Supreme
    Black Jungle Supreme
    Black Jungle Supreme

    Written by God

    Performed by Matt Taylor (guitar, vocals) and God (matt taylor)

  15. Old 8 Legs

    Way down in the green
    Way down lies the queen
    Queen of the sea and the sand
    Down deep away from man
    There’s no logic or moral
    Down deep beside the coral
    Resting under the breaks
    You’ll find old 8 legs
    Floating and swimming about
    Holding the cloud in just to let it out
    And if we disturb the peace
    And piss through the top of the sea
    She, she will release

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals, melodica), Matt Taylor (guitar) & Scott Montoya (bass)

  16. Acid Rain

    Last night I dreamed that it rained
    And nobody complained
    And when it quit no one was ever the same
    The rain was strange and all the colors changed
    And the blues of my baby leaving turned into green
    Drip drop dripped onto my lips
    I dreamt an acid rain trip
    Drip drop dripped acid rain trip
    All of my loneliness slipped
    Since you went away everything has been ok
    Only grey and plain until the acid rain

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass, backup vocals)

  17. Empty Bones

    I met you in the past
    But I forgot to ask your name
    I kept you in my dreams but it only seems to feed the flame
    Give me another chance to break me from this trance
    To get you in my hands again
    Oh fill my empty bones
    For I was a happy stone
    Fill my fill my hollow bones
    Hear my lonesome moans
    Now I can’t leave it be
    Your goddam memory has taken over me
    And your face is all I see
    Zombie around I run around
    And wind up in the same town I run around
    Like a dirty hound until your found
    Being young and feeling old
    And having just my drink to hold
    Lurkin' searchin' on the road to find the only love I’ve known
    Wild night of lust now only in my mind
    I knew I couldn’t trust this treacherous heart of mine

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar) & Scott Montoya (bass, drums, percussion)

  18. Swamp Stomp

    Down in the swamp
    Where the spiders stomp
    Swamp stomp chikka BOMP BOMP

    Written by Matt Taylor

    Performed by Matt Taylor (guitar, vocals)

The Growlers Hot Tropics Album

Hot Tropics

Released October 12, 2010
Everloving Records
Recorded at The Growlers' Studio in Costa Mesa, CA

  1. Graveyard's Full

    The graveyard’s full
    We’re running out of earth
    But we can use the bones to build another church
    Thick walls made of men whose souls have come and went
    So what’s the magic number of how many men can live
    Before our precious mother can no longer give
    I don’t want your answers I’m content
    With how much we can take before they call it rape
    Everything that we create seems to get thrown in our face
    Make it easy for the race and harder to escape
    All we know is our souls all come and go

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals) & Scott Montoya (bass, guitar, keys, percussion)

  2. Nosebleed Sun

    The nosebleed sun bled on me
    Shedding me but letting me through
    A common ground with the nothing around
    Would help me forget what I knew
    A belly of warmth that lives on the sand
    Like cold shadows live on the land
    A sign that life in all shapes and size
    Aren’t equal to that of a man
    Death to my left and my ego far behind
    I cherish the gift that is life
    As I search for a sign a gate or a word
    Something that’s different than my made up world

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, banjo) & Scott Montoya (bass, percussion)

  3. What It Is

    Thick heads oh you don’t believe
    Until the spirit has creeped in between your sheets
    Oh what it is
    That’s just a draft and you imagined a laugh
    Discredit the gasp for he been pullin' on the shnapps
    From the patriot to the man of the book
    Insane to the saints they have all been shook
    On what it is
    Things aren’t always what they seem
    Demons or ghosts or a rumpot’s dream
    Sleep deprived or hypnotized
    Easy to throw aside until it’s in your eyes
    I am a man of no specific faith
    I have no knowledge of beyond the grave
    But I can’t deny the dead don’t always die
    I have seen a ghost and it was no mistake
    It was as clear as all the drinks I’ve drank
    But I swear I was dry
    I was no believer in the tales of fear
    To think that Lucifer was always here
    That may be a lie
    Life is a blessin 'til you meet your death
    Make good with your living breath
    Make good with life
    You may never die
    Eternal life

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, backup vocals), Kyle Straka (keys), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass, percussion)

  4. Moanin' Man In Shanty Town

    Everything I think I know
    Don’t make me certain I am sure
    Please lift this heavy curtain up high
    Right when I die
    Don’t just keep me happy
    I am not worried I just smile
    I see no threat in being honest and living wild
    I see reaction and I do not react
    I live by faith and don’t care about fact

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, banjo), Kyle Straka (Keys) & Scott Montoya (bass, drums, percussion)

  5. Sea Lion Goth Blues

    I’ve just been thinking about my will
    Thinking bout what mark I’ve made
    If I get killed I wonder who’ll bring roses to my grave
    You never know when it’s your time to go
    You never know when you’ll have to return you soul
    Sea lions have eight lives and I’ve gone through nine and I don’t want to die
    But I don’t know how many I have left
    Or how many I have right
    How many days or nights you’ll be inside my feline eyes

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, backup vocals), Kyle Straka (guitar), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass, percussion)

  6. Badlands

    Hot sand in my holes and tips
    Hot wind whips at my riverbed lips
    Snake dunes lookin' like hips and tits
    And big red eye won’t blink he just sits
    I don’t know where I am
    I think I’m lost in the badlands
    Paws full of thorns and I lost my hat
    No palms just a cacti sea and it’s flat
    No rock to stand on to see where I’m at
    I’m looking for ground on a land that’s bad
    Don’t wanna lose who I am
    But I’m lost in the badlands
    Hungry earth makes survivors strong
    Thick skin and thorns just to get along
    Think about tomorrow when today’s gone
    Hangin' on a memory of where I’m from
    Young and dumb and empty as shit
    Muscle and thumb and fingertips
    The desert sea is relentless
    Dead red blanket on a baby with a fever
    Once you see death naked you just can’t leave her

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass, percussion)

  7. Let It Be Known

    I’ve been over filling my head
    Trying to guess what you’re tryin' to express
    I wonder how long you’ve been
    Bottled up every time you erupt
    I’m tired of walking on eggshells
    Gotta wait for you to find out yourself
    That it’s all in your head
    Let it be known
    Quit bringing skeletons to bed
    Or throw me a bone
    Let me know
    Come on are you blamin' on me
    I’m not gonna take it personally
    I’m just sick of all this negativity
    Oh let me know
    Or let me be
    Oh let me know
    Before we both sink this ship and everyone aboard
    Is there a wicked man feeding your rage
    Something I’ve done to make you feel betrayed
    Tell me now or forever have no peace
    Have you built an invisible stage
    Or were you hiding your miserable ways
    And now they’ve finally been released
    Are you not the friend I once knew
    Or has something taken over you
    My old friend has been replaced

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, backup vocals), Kyle Straka (keys), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass, percussion, backup vocals)

  8. Camino Muerto

    He’s there but he ain’t home
    Someone get his corner stone
    His life ain’t in your hands
    Only he knows what death demands
    Use your heart but do not dread
    Some things are better off left dead
    If he falls far enough
    Maybe he can bounce back up
    Do not cushion with love
    If you care then let him drop
    Emanations ain’t glowin'
    Rip the skin of his bones
    Tell me what you see
    Never mind don’t tell me
    Leave him alone
    He’s on his own
    Cielito lindo
    Camino muerto
    His path ain’t up to you
    Get out of whathedo
    Death is to his left

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, melodica), Kyle Straka (guitar), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass, percussion, backup vocals)

  9. Underneath Our Palms

    Let’s hold up our palms
    And live in paradise
    Underneath our palms
    And far away from our old lives
    It has to start in your mind
    Then it can be fueled by your heart
    And we can leave this all behind
    And we can have our own set of stars
    I know a chunk of land
    Full of fruit and without crowd
    It belongs to a man
    And he’ll never figure us out
    Let my heart be your home
    Let my mind be your only world
    Never again will you be alone
    You can live inside of me
    And I can be your reality
    We can erase all this shit they made up
    We can take back our imaginations
    Born again virgins of life
    With no boundaries rules or limits on god’s creations
    I promise that I’ll never build a wall
    And open every door
    So you can have it all

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Brian Stewart (drums) & Scott Montoya (bass, percussion)

  10. Hula Hula Hideout

    Matt Taylor

    Performed by Matt Taylor (vocals, guitar, tambourine)

The Growlers Gay Thoughts Album

Gay Thoughts / Feelin' Good

Released February 14, 2011
Produced by The Growlers
Recorded by Mike McHugh at The Distillery in Costa Mesa, CA
Mastered by Joseph Bozzi

  1. Gay Thoughts

    I try to stop all these
    Gay thoughts and feelings
    I don't know where they come from
    Oh all of these gay thoughts
    I've had trouble concealing
    Since I was fairly young
    I tell them I love you
    I don't want to lose you
    But they don't mind
    I hardly believe me
    I always deceive me
    Time after time
    Part of it's nature
    The other part seems darker
    Don't know what to blame it on
    Try to control my behavior
    But this is so much harder
    When I'm far away from home
    Gay thoughts again
    They fill with every drink
    Gay thoughts again
    Consuming everything
    Gay thoughts are mine
    But they don't feel like me
    These thoughts are somebody
    That I don't wanna be

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Kyle Straka

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (keys), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Warren Thomas (percussion), Teddy Gonzales (Trumpet) & Scott Montoya (drums)

  2. Feelin' Good

    You bang other chicks
    Sometimes you hide it
    You take anything
    If you don’t have to buy it
    You have no age
    And pawns for friends
    Do whatever it takes
    So it never has to end
    Just ‘cause it feels good
    Doesn’t mean it’s right
    I know it sounds like it should
    But that just isn't right
    Life has consequences
    For all our actions
    No one should suffer
    Just for your satisfaction
    You think that love’s a trap
    And dying young is rad
    'Cause dying olds so sad
    And you don’t wanna deal with that
    The bender never ends
    The feelings never sink
    It’s better to pretend
    That comfort’s in the drink
    Feelin’ good
    But you’ve been stealing the feeling
    When you’re feelin high
    Somebody else is low
    Feelin’ good
    Being led by your feelings
    But your feelings can’t think
    They don’t know where to go
    If You never wake up
    you’ll never come down
    To do what you want
    And like what you do
    If you never look back
    You’ll never come around
    Then what you tell yourself
    will turn into your truth

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, glockenspiel), Kyle Straka (keys), Brian Stewart (bass), Warren Thomas (percussion), Melisa Tellez (tiny piano) & Scott Montoya (bass, glockenspiel)

The Growlers Hung At Heart Album

Hung At Heart

Released January 22, 2013
Everloving Records
Produced by The Growlers
Recorded by Mike McHugh at The Distillery in Costa Mesa, CA
Mastered by Kyle Mullarky

  1. Someday

    Hang on for the ride
    I think I feel a change of tide
    Just stay for one life
    One day you’re gonna be wife
    You’ll never have to worry again
    I’m gonna be your man
    Oh someday when tall boys turn into champagne
    When bologna turns into steak
    When I got gold instead of change
    When I can give you everything you ever wanted instead of take
    Oh someday I wish you could depend on me
    I wanna have your mouth to feed
    I wanna put your mind at ease
    No reason to ever leave
    You and I can both be free
    Things ain't so cool right now but I promise they’ll get better
    Find anyway some how to make you wanna stay forever

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, backup vocals), Kyle Straka (keys), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Jason Kaiser (percussion) & Scott Montoya (drums, backup vocals)

  2. Naked Kids

    I picked myself up off the ground
    I had an epiphany babe a realization babe
    I knew that I couldn’t stay down
    I had to find a way to be brave
    Ill forgive you friend forgive me and we can be in love again
    We was children I've lived ten lives since then
    I’ve grown strong enough and I got wise
    Emptiness has opened up my eyes
    Now I see that I want you back in my life
    And if you’re heart thinks im a crock of shit
    Then I will submit and you can follow it
    And I wont follow you my love ill just be your friend
    Although I know that means ill never see you again
    I’m not asking you to forget
    I’m only asking to be forgiven
    So keep your memories good or bad in your head
    I don’t care about that it’s your heart I want to live in
    Ill forgive you friend, forgive me and we can be in love again

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Jason Kaiser (percussion) & Scott Montoya (drums)

  3. Salt On A Slug

    Her eyes burn like salt on a slug as she melts
    She can’t keep it up she needs sleep
    But she can’t find the time
    So she feeds the fire can’t let it fade
    Hope someone will see her and take her away
    Her eyes scream she can’t keep out the dreams
    As they blend into her days
    She bends cause she’s too afraid to end
    Can’t let it fade hope someone will see her
    And take her away
    She bends cause she’s too afraid to end
    That forever bender goes on
    Tries to pull it together and more on the fire
    Can’t let it fade hope someone will see her
    And take her away
    Her island was paradise but everyone’s gone
    She can’t close her eyes and turn down the song
    Hide in the night and keep bending on

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, backup vocals), Kyle Straka (keys), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Jason Kaiser (percussion) & Scott Montoya (drums)

  4. One Million Lovers

    Found the cure for loneliness I'm forever immune
    Stuck in my walk and in my head and I hum her tune
    Yep she’s got rhythm its right
    Some things don’t need words
    You know your living when it all becomes a blur
    Cant be explained
    And there ain't no reason to
    Something strange just comes over you
    One million lovers to choose from but none like her
    The only one for sure
    Cant explain but its almost hard to recognize myself
    Slowly I've changed turned into someone else
    I find myself doing things id never do
    Dreaming of her the whole day through
    Can’t explain there is no need
    There’s no one else who’s been inside of me
    I know nothing stays the same
    Things always change
    But you and I will remain

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (keys), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Jason Kaiser (percussion) & Scott Montoya (drums, backup vocals)

  5. No Need For Eyes

    You hide in the morning and the shadows are the cowards of the sun
    When he’s rising alive and smiling he's well aware that you’re on the run
    Come join my hand in the early sun
    Take off all your clothes
    Nothing to hide from anyone
    You don’t have to live like a ghost
    You are running with your head down you’ve got no reason to rise
    When your living in the darkness there's no need for eyes
    When your lies have touched everyone you love
    Only the lies can be trusted slowly digging your own grave
    Still unsure if it will keep you safe
    Why do you choose to live so many different lives
    To live is the greatest gift take your freedom and make your life
    Embrace all the love you can get your only a victim if you decide

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, backup vocals), Kyle Straka (keys), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Jason Kaiser (percussion) & Scott Montoya (drums, backup vocals)

  6. Living In A Memory

    Your face is clogging up my dreams
    Smiling so god damn tenderly
    But I know that your heart is artificially sweet
    And still I can’t pull you out of me
    Like a bad mom that a good son cant forget
    Guess it’s been too long that you’ve ravaged through my head
    Well this is unfair to the girl who loves me
    Get out of my head and let me love free
    Hell I know this ain't no good for me
    There ain't no grown man
    That should be living in a memory
    Got to set myself free
    Slow down my thoughts and let my heart be
    Memories of making love stronger then drugs
    Memories of all the sweet things we said
    Help me forget her eclipse my heart with yours
    Help me remember that life’s worth living for

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Jason Kaiser (percussion) & Scott Montoya (drums)

  7. Pet Shop Eyes

    You got those pet shop eyes
    But honey I'm not buying
    You look so cute it seems so sad
    I almost thought about crying
    Honey if you was mine
    I'd give you a happy home
    But I must leave you behind
    I got a girlie of my own
    Not sure that you’d get along
    My girl could never be trained
    She wants me all to herself
    And I got no reason to complain
    You got those pet shop eyes
    But honey I must refrain
    I’m in no position to buy
    Id better leave you to remain
    You got those pet shop eyes
    Honey im not buyin'
    You look so perty it’s so sad
    I almost thought about crying

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Kyle Straka

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Jason Kaiser (percussion) & Scott Montoya (drums, backups)

  8. In Between

    We exist good youth with our heads on our shoulders
    Still in the clouds yet awake
    Got dreams of red white and blue and every other color too
    We don’t want to live like kooks
    Just wanna live in between
    Not square not hippy and not like you good American kids with dreams
    Don’t you worry sir
    You don’t need to understand, old man
    Life is for living and that’s as far as we got with our plans
    Got us all wrong just a song just a moment
    We’re all nubbin through the judgment
    No plan strong hands and a spirit unmatched by any other land

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar, keys), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Jason Kaiser (percussion) & Scott Montoya (drums)

  9. Burden Of The Captain

    My body is covered in fat
    My skin is covered in black ink
    My head is a million men
    My ego’s beginning to shrink
    The world never seemed so big
    How did it come to this
    How did it turn into more drinking and sinking
    When all that I ever wanted was less thinking
    All that I ever wanted was less thinking
    Everything was fine then I wanted more more more
    No I can’t rewind to the way things were before
    Living life in a bluff acting like I’m sure
    It’s all out of love I don’t want to scare the herd
    Burden of the captain
    He gets all the fame
    Everybody distracted and attracted to a name
    And as everything slips by he must stay with his ship
    Looking out for the tribe and missing all the trip
    Burden of the captain more more more

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, banjo), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Jason Kaiser (percussion) & Scott Montoya (drums)

  10. Row

    Row Row drown everything you know
    Row let all your fear drown slow
    Keep your faith and lose your shake
    Don’t let your good heart break
    Plenty of love for us to make
    When we find new land to rape
    More to take more to share more to break
    Lets Row
    Row let new stars begin to glow
    Don’t lose your trust believe in my guts
    For a man can only know so much
    Virgin land with sandy lips
    Open arms with perky tits
    Hairless meat as sweet as memories we keep
    Keep dreamin’ and before you know it
    The cold will burn away
    We’ll be alright don’t be afraid
    The stars shine they show us more then black
    Show us more then we left behind
    And we ain’t goin' back
    We’re gone strong cant go wrong
    Keep on rowing and it wont be long
    Keep rowing to the beat of your heart and row
    We gonna find us a new timeline
    We gonna leave everything behind

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Jason Kaiser (percussion) & Scott Montoya (drums, backups)

  11. Its No Use

    You give 'em and Ill take 'em
    Knock 'em all down
    And ill keep myself up
    Its something I'm trying to say
    Or trying to prove
    I don’t know which I am trying to do
    Either way it’s no use
    The bigger the better
    The harder they fall
    Save 'em for later
    I want them all
    I had my share
    But that wasn’t enough
    Collect more shells
    Before I'm in love
    There's something I'm trying to say
    Or trying to prove
    I don’t know which one I'm trying to do
    Either way it's no use

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (keys), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (snare)

  12. Use Me For Your Eggs

    Giant barnacles for mountains that sit like a hat above your silhouette
    Can’t steal my stare from the fountain that is spilling out your beauty
    Oh yes you got me all wet
    Your long spider leg lashes a tickling
    Your black perty eyes is a glistening
    When your ripe strawberry lips part I can’t help
    But listen to the sound of your power
    You’re the sun I'm just your flower
    Oh legs to wrap and arms to wrap to point into the sky or fall into your lap
    I want to see them hold me in a trap
    The most gorgeous web I know I got to stab
    Tempting it is to use all my strength but I know the proper way to play
    You want me to show that I can wait it out
    Before you eat me up and spit me out
    Find love in my blood and use me for your eggs
    Just as long as you wrap me up with your arms and legs
    Use me for your eggs cause I ain’t trying to get away

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar, keys), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Jason Kaiser (percussion) & Scott Montoya (drums)

  13. Derka Blues

    I’ll let you sleep in and let the sun peep through
    I sound like a creep but I love watching you
    Cause when nobody’s around its when you and I we own this town
    When there’s no more booze and my lungs feel bruised
    When we get into bed and our loves transfused
    When nobody’s around is when you and I we own this town
    When we stumble down the beach and spit at the moon
    Wrestling in the sand with our love bestrewn
    Fear of nothing our hearts immune
    You’re my hearts boon together our hearts croon
    The sweetest lovers tune
    You and I and the moon
    When we get into bed and spit at the moon

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar, keys), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (bongos, tambourine)

  14. Beach Rats

    My words are weak compared to the drug
    What can I really say to help
    Plus I know what it feels like when you can’t look up
    I got to deal with that myself
    But I remember the sun bleached grom
    And every day under the sun
    And I don’t want to scare him away I just wish we were still young
    Beach rats
    Reckless days
    Foul mouth salty kids
    All day peeled by the sun and wrapped up in the ocean's lips
    So how do we get to be so far away from the things we love
    So sad to see a boys love for the waves be replaced by a drug
    I remember the sun bleached grom and every day under the sun
    And I don’t want to scare him away
    I just wish we were still young
    Strawberry noses snake skin backs and knees all covered in wax
    Show offs begging for attention trying to show them that we’re rad
    It’s easy to forget about the world, outside of the town
    Feelin' free with no rules in the sea but even fish eventually drown

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar, keys), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (drums)

  15. The Fruit Is For Everyone

    Written by Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, omnichord), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (drum, percussion)

The Growlers Uncle Sam's A Dick Album

Uncle Sam's A Dick / Drinking Song For Kids

Released May 18, 2012
Recorded at The Growlers' Studio in Costa Mesa, CA
Mastered by Joseph Bozzi

  1. Uncle Sam's A Dick

    Uncle Sam’s a dick
    I’m up to my neck in debt
    I cant afford no chick
    I need a push I need a lift
    Just enough to get me going
    No I’m not talking getting rich
    I need to slow down the dogs
    Gotta gain some ground
    Got to get away from the hounds
    Flip me over like a stack
    et ‘em off of my back
    I need a helping hand from a brother man
    Can ya understand
    All I need is all that I have
    I don't need another mom and dad

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar, keys), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (drums, percussion)

  2. Drinking Song For Kids

    Too many songs not about drinkin'
    Too many songs of stories unlived
    I get along with my imperfections
    How 'bout a song just for the kids
    Holdin' it in
    Dont let 'em find out
    You wanna keep all your lives seperate
    I don't plan on having a stage name
    You be the judge if I seem pathetic
    Here I am cold as a beer can
    That I snuggle with until I wake
    Here I am warming up in time
    In the hands of a god without a name
    I drink heavy if you measure in blood
    Can't say no to a friend with a smirk
    My ego's too social to let me shut up
    My mind loves to watch my heart overwork
    Let my soul grow strong enough to be written in my eyes
    Let 'em drown in the waves of the salty tears I cry
    If whisky don't drown me and i make it to the surface
    If when I come up for air the smoke ain't too thick
    I'll turn around and swim back to the bottom
    I don't wanna waste my wick

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Kyle Straka

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (drums, tambourine)

The Growlers Gilded Pleasures Album

Gilded Pleasures

Released November 12, 2013
Everloving Records
Produced by The Growlers
Recorded by Kyle Mullarky at Uncle Kyle's Wacky Ranch in Topanga, CA
Mastered by Christian Wright at Abbey Road

  1. Dogheart II

    The sun doesn’t beat her
    He lets the shadows hug her breast
    He just rests on her skin to make her warm to caress
    A little sun babe
    Stealing your eyes from the sky
    Steal her and bring her into the night
    Cool down the baby Like ice cream to the knife
    Shine a little love on your life
    Cuz skin turns into leather
    Hearts begin to callouse
    Nothing in this world lasts forever
    Little girls don't last forever
    Enjoy them while you can
    They're made for little boys
    And soon you'll be a man
    Little girls don't last forever
    Enjoy them while you can
    They're made for little boys
    And soon you'll be a man
    When you see diamonds in her eyes
    And lips of morning mist
    Use the moon to steal the sun’s kiss
    For that feeling is begging
    Listen to your dogheart
    Let it out of the yard
    'Cause little girls don't last forever
    Enjoy them while you can
    They're made for little boys
    And soon you'll be a man
    Little girls don't last forever
    Enjoy them while you can
    Take it from a dirty young man
    The sun doesn’t beat her
    He lets the shadows hug her breast
    He just rests on her skin to make her warm to caress
    That little sun babe
    Stealing your eyes from the sky
    Steal her and bring her into the night

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (drums)

  2. Hiding Under Covers

    Some things you can't turn off
    Just like the coming of the dawn
    So good that you never wanna stop
    But you know that it's kinda wrong
    But you can't be hard on the lovers
    Can't be too quick to judge
    It's hard to choose the right thing to do when you're so in love
    Your heart and your mind play dumb like when you were still young
    Don't look for reason to blame
    You don't need to condone
    It's enough when they feel shame
    Leave them alone
    Hiding under covers doesn't help
    Lovers have a very special glow
    Their eyes and their hearts explode
    Soon enough everbody's gonna know
    I know it's not a game
    And I know it's none of my business
    I'm not one to push the blame
    And I sure don't wanna be a witness
    But you can't be hard on the lovers
    Can't be too quick to judge
    It's hard to choose the right thing to do when you're so in love
    Your heart and your mind play dumb like when you were still young
    Don't look for reason to blame
    You don't need to condone
    It's enough when they feel shame
    Leave them alone
    But you can't be hard on the lovers
    Can't be too quick to judge
    It's hard to choose the right thing to do when you're so in love

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar, keys), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (drums)

  3. Tell 'Em How It Is

    If you’re trying to get in his head
    Then you’re just wasting your breath
    'Cause he might as well be dead
    There just ain’t no getting through
    If that’s what you’re trying to do
    And to those who don’t know him yet
    He don’t care if you ever do
    He is faithful to himself
    And it can hurt to hear the truth
    But he just ain’t concerned with you
    They were mean, said they were silly dreams
    So he had to leave, no time to grieve
    Had to set out and find
    Something better than what he left behind
    Something he knew was worth
    All of his pain and hurt
    He gets down on his own self
    More than anybody else can
    And it’s easy to understand
    But it can hurt to hear the truth
    But he just ain’t concerned with you
    'Cause spirits have their own minds
    They can’t be confined to fit between the lines
    Spirits have their own minds
    They can’t be confined, they draw their own lines
    It’s alright tell 'em how it is
    Even though it don’t make you popular
    Sometimes you gotta be a dick
    You don’t have to roll over
    So to those who don’t know him yet
    He don’t care if you ever do
    He is faithful to himself
    And it can hurt to hear the truth
    But he just ain’t concerned with you
    They were mean
    Said they were silly dreams
    So he had to leave
    No time to grieve
    Had to set out and find
    Something better than what he left behind
    Something he knew was worth
    All of his pain and hurt
    Spirits have their own minds
    They can’t be confined
    They draw their own lines
    It’s alright tell 'em how it is

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (drums)

  4. Humdrum Blues

    A couple thousand days full of every emotion
    It’s enough to know a woman as much as a man can
    But still don’t quite feel it’s the proper devotion
    To ensure that we can both withstand
    All of the distractions
    So hard to keep your head from out of the clouds
    She’ll never have her satisfaction
    Unless she’s sure that we’re both strapped down
    She’s so tired of the humdrum and I understand
    She wants something tangible, like a ring on her hand
    And she’s tired of my reasons
    She’s so tired of my broke ass life
    And I understand her pleading
    And she’s leaving unless I make her my wife
    A couple thousand days full of every emotion
    It’s enough to know a woman as much as a man can
    And it’s not enough to keep her from wondering what I do when I’m gone
    All of the distractions
    So hard to keep your head from out of the clouds
    She’ll never have her satisfaction
    Unless she’s sure that we’re both strapped down
    I never wanted money
    Never wanted to chase these dragons
    Not afraid of being lonely
    But if she leaves I don’t know what’ll happen

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar,keys), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (drums, percussion)

  5. Ol' Rat Face

    Some call him Rat Face
    Human hands and starburst eyes
    Unloved and thrown away to the unforgiving night
    And when the moon is bright as dawn the chase is on
    He never had a decent chance
    Thieving like it's his birth right
    Some can't be trusted, never open up to them
    Or become the hunted, each one sees men as gems
    And when the moon is bright as dawn the chase is on
    He never had a decent chance
    Thieving like it's his birth right
    Here comes Ol' Rat Face
    Drunk again and shedding lies
    He keeps a straight face, seldom laughs and never cries
    And when the moon is bright as dawn the chase is on
    He never had a decent chance
    Thieving like it's his birth right
    How can he ever believe again
    The whole world shunned him
    Too afraid to let you in
    Cause nobody ever loved him
    Some call him Rat Face
    Human hands and starburst eyes
    Unloved and thrown away to the unforgiving night
    And when the moon is bright as dawn the chase is on
    Never had a decent chance
    Thieving like it's his birth right

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Kyle Straka, Scott Montoya

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar, omnichord), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (drums, percussion)

  6. Change In Your Veins

    I had a little bit of pity, then I slapped myself
    Kinda sucks that they'll never know
    I felt bad for my brothers
    Sleep walking going nowhere
    Cause they're so afraid to grow
    Give me cities and big kid toys
    Give me little girls and little boys
    Take a risk and feel some pain
    Put some change inside your veins
    Drunk's alright, high is good, being man is great
    What you need is a little change
    Sleepin without dreams
    You got nothing to remember
    You're always gonna be the same
    Give me cities and big kid toys
    Give me little girls and little boys
    Take a risk and feel some pain
    Put some change inside your veins
    I wanna drag 'em by their long hair, peel up their eyes
    Wake them from their empty dreams
    Speed up the pulse
    Wake up the ghost
    Listen to their sleepy souls scream

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar, keys), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (drums)

  7. Pretend I'm Gay

    My smile begins to show the fangs
    That I never knew that I had
    I raise my drink to drown your face
    But you just keep coming back
    I give firm shakes and I peel off smiles
    And I deal out all my soul
    I find reason while it's all worthwhile
    But I can't help feeling so cold
    My smile begins to show the fangs
    That I never knew that I had
    I raise my drink to drown your face
    But you just keep coming back
    My voice swells up and my face gets ruff
    My dreams become my fear
    There's so much love that I don't want
    Cause I just want you here
    There's me in the night and me in the day
    Ain't no in between
    One thousand souls fight for control
    Of the man with the long gone dream

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (drums)

  8. Ego Of Man

    So it's a bust
    But we don't wanna bail so stick with us
    Cause even if we fail, you can trust
    That we'll know for sure that our intentions
    Are never anything but pure
    We only want to be free
    And as funny as it sounds it's all we want
    To not have our egos bound we'll the raise our sons
    Cause man should be free as falling rain
    To find what he loves even if it's pain
    We keep bringing
    The same dream to bed every night
    To keep our spirits fed to keep from being
    Just another talking head that makes the world think
    That there's something wrong with men

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Kyle Mullarky

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (drums)

  9. Nobody Owns You

    Patience out the window and feed it to the birds
    Saying nothing to much while they find it first
    Pissin' on the moments and missing the chance
    Under your face and it slipped through your hands
    Waiting for approval and nobody cares
    Guessing the motives behind every stare
    Think back about the things you used to care about
    And now there so insignificant
    Think how lame your fears seem now
    And how you might not get to live again
    Worried about the stranger's imaginary thoughts
    Wondering if they're gonna love you or not
    Loves me she loves me not it's all the same
    Irrational thoughts still feed the mundane
    Waiting for approval and nobody cares
    Guessing the motives behind every stare
    Let old fear be your mirror
    Let it show you that it can't hold you
    Let old fear be your mirror
    Let it show you that nobody owns you

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (drums)

The Growlers Chinese Fountain Album

Chinese Fountain

Released September 23, 2014
Everloving Records
Produced by JP Plunier
Recorded by Robert Carranza at Seahorse Studios in Los Angeles, CA

  1. Big Toe

    I am a dealer with an infinite tab
    A gentleman in some of the sense
    She acts like I'm ripping off scabs
    No wonder she has no friends at all
    She's a lost cause so count your losses
    How was I supposed to know she ruin me
    Beauty strong enough to trick me
    Quick clouds of storms so moody
    Got me looking around in a forbidden city
    She is the coldest
    She's turning me silver
    She's got me on the bridge looking down at the old cold river
    She can hex like a crow
    Howls harder than the wind can blow
    Her loves so uncomfortable
    She strikes down like a hammer on your big toe
    Wasting her window of beauty
    The only thing she has to offer
    The grace of her face is a terrible waste
    Behind it's something awful

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar, keys), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (drums)

  2. Black Memories

    Pretending it'll get better when you're not around
    Finally free but I'm lying to me
    Searching for the black memories to show my heart what I mean
    But nothing puts me at ease
    Where are you going
    Come back with my heart
    Sure as the wind keeps blowing
    Nothing's going to heal these scars
    Broken promises you've given me
    Make me want to live a life without words
    Expectations die before birth
    Trying to kill the pain before it hurts
    Prescribe me at ten times my weight
    In a vegetable state so they lock me away
    Pretending it will get better when I'm not around
    Finally free but I'm lying to me

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Jason Kaiser (percussion) & Scott Montoya (drums)

  3. Chinese Fountain

    Keep tossing quarters in a Chinese fountain
    A whole bunch of wishes unanswered but who's counting
    1239 chicks left me brokenhearted
    I was a pretty boy 'til love left me scarred
    There's something going around I can't put my finger in
    Like bigger fish are going to shoot out of the earth like diamonds
    We are the miners of another generation
    Hills scraped dry with no choice but be creative
    Everybody's sick and tired of waiting
    Couldn't get any harder to be patient
    Is techno so shitty even discos seems punk
    Like the water so filthy it's no wonder why we're drunk
    Every little kid wants a computer in his pocket
    The trophies on the mantels of the digital profits
    The Internet is bigger than Jesus and John Lennon
    And nobody wants to know where we’re headed

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Brian Lapin (keys) & Scott Montoya (drums)

  4. Dull Boy

    Lost in the valley of malls
    The kids are all eating themselves
    Living on capsules and balls
    Thinking that there's nowhere else at all
    Flicking a match in the sky
    Turning my back on my own
    Finally the bottles bone dry
    With a message inside that says that I'm gone
    Because I am a dull boy with a dead dream
    Searching for a pulse in any given scene
    This citie's shrinking down
    I think it's time to leave this town
    I'm pulling out while there's still time
    I've littered all my memories behind
    The statues win so let them have it
    Let them keep their squeaky clean
    Whatever was now is in ashes
    There isn't any more room here for me

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar, keys), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), & Scott Montoya (drums)

  5. Good Advice

    You think that you know more about being lonely
    But I get so lonely
    No one's allowed to hold me hold me
    Funny I can't help me
    I know that that sounds ugly
    Throw me a bone
    Gimme something I can use
    Or leave me alone
    If you can't lemme get loose
    I'm thinking too hard
    No I'm not
    Not at all
    There's nothing as depressing as good advice
    Nobody wants to hear how to live their life
    Keep talking letting secrets out
    Blacked out and walking through cop crowds
    Laughing when times they call for crying
    But you're just thinking too hard

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar, keys), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Brian Lapin (farfisa) & Scott Montoya (drums)

  6. Going Gets Tuff

    Off work in the morning and up at the crack of dawn
    All my money worries wherever I go come along
    Worry's a bully that just won't let me be
    Trying to keep me busy tussling and struggling
    No home since the fire
    Me and the ash can't settle down
    Unsure of where I'm bound so I sink another round
    Placebo for pain and there's no one for to blame
    I refuse to accept that my work is all in vain
    Worries a bully that just won't let me be
    Trying to keep me busy tussling and struggling
    Still always remembering when the going gets tuff
    That the labor of our love will reward us soon enough
    A man's never alone if he can offer to help
    Always thinking of everyone else before himself

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Brian Lapin (farfisa) & Scott Montoya (drums)

  7. Magnificent Sadness

    That ain't a home that's a furnace in need of some matches
    I can't believe how long you've lived with magnificent sadness
    When so much pain's in the heart it doesn't seem real
    Hard to believe that good can come out of something so evil
    Never too young to feel
    Takes a while to heal
    Never too young to feel
    Trouble happens to the rich and the poor
    To the prude or the downright whore
    No need to know what for
    Pain's nothing less then inevitable
    Once he realized that there is a choice
    And he could walk out jealous of the boys in the normal house
    He started hanging with that rebel crowd and he learned to walk proud
    With the sun in his laughing mouth
    He feels the courage build
    Like a sunrise upon the hill
    Showing hope that he can one day understand

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Kyle Straka

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass) & Scott Montoya (drums)

  8. Love Test

    Says I don't know how you'll find love in LA
    They don't make them like they do in the country
    The city moves too fast to appreciate all the time that it takes for sweet loving
    Listen for fate’s whisper
    It will try and warn you
    Telling your heart to be cautious of a lover trying to harm you
    All the girls in LA look like they're fading away
    A woman should be strong with thick legs and big arms
    No stars in the sky they put them on the street
    With the bums and the tramps that nobody needs
    You know they say it ain't easy loving the same woman forever
    I wish you luck on finding a good one on your hearts endeavor
    Because nothing is easy love isn't easy as it seems
    You can test a woman for honesty
    You can go and test her for goodness
    But it's a wicked game and a crying shame there's no way to give her a love test

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Anthony Braun-Perry

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Jason Kaiser (percussion) & Scott Montoya (drums)

  9. Not The Man

    Don't you ever get tired of asking for things
    Well everybody else does
    I'm not the only one suffering
    But I wish I was
    All that they want is a pat on the back for putting up with me for so long
    So many imaginary reasons for treating everybody so wrong
    Stringing them along
    Could I have been more wrong
    When my friends are no longer around reality won't hold me
    All of my buddies feel run down
    I'm not the man I used to be
    Somebody please help me get a grip before it's too late
    The smokes revealed a glimpse of the cliff and the floor is slipping away
    And I can't blame it on the mash
    It doesn't help to act tuff
    Because there ain't no reason to act if I lose everybody I love

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Kyle Mullarky

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Brian Lapin (farfisa) & Scott Montoya (drums)

  10. Rare Hearts

    I could be under an old oak tree
    Over the canyon so wild
    But all I see is her obsidian eyes
    They black out all of my sight
    So give the stars to the lonely cities
    And give the ocean to the country
    I ain't seen anything as pretty as the girl who gives me all her loving
    It's been so since the beginning
    She made my world stop spinning
    Is it too much to dream
    That we can forever be rare hearts that never disagree
    In case this is just a dream
    I let my tired eyes loose
    Lord help me float downstream
    Sliding down the river of fools
    So let our rare hearts float together and disappear into the night
    I'll live or die in here forever lost in her obsidian eyes

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Anthony Braun-Perry

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Jason Kaiser (percussion) & Scott Montoya (drums)

  11. Purgatory Drive

    Been staring at the big hand
    Waiting for the big hi-five
    Only looking forward to the purgatory drive
    Between work and his lowlife he don't want to be at home
    So he drinks and takes his time under the risk of the road
    Now he's taking a ride because he'd rather be dead
    The lonely Sunset Drive is the only thing he has left
    His memories of her won't blur without that little mixture
    Afraid of thoughts becoming words he don't wanna be cured
    Gotta leave him alone he's on his own
    Do you know that feeling like your hearts suddenly sinking
    Blood replaced with smoke like your soul's getting choked

    Written by Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor

    Performed by Brooks Nielsen (vocals), Matt Taylor (guitar), Kyle Straka (guitar), Anthony Braun-Perry (bass), Kyle Mullarky (harpsicord) & Scott Montoya (drums)

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