One of the last songs we were creating in Broke People Dreaming. It had a much different sound. Brian played a fast-picking indie riff. Kevin did first rant and I did second.
After the band split, I went up into the mountains on Highway 285 S where I lived and worked for a while. I found these four chords that were much happier and put the old words to them to create a whole new sound, a whole new song.
August 19th was Michelle and I's anniversary, Dec. 18th is when Katie hung herself, Jan. 25th I got in a car accident and broken up with, May 26th was the day she died.
There's many other references in the lyrics.
Played since 2012
lyrics
Well this,
morning brought mournful thoughts,
but it’s too easy to speak about shit unpleasing to us.
We just react with a complaint and a scoff (huhh)
I’ve lost sense of cost and my pride’s been put aside
as I drive 285 south up in through those mountains,
where a fountain awaits that was not made by man’s hand.
I can’t stand “the city” or it’s want for sympathy and pity,
or it’s need for greed and speed
to keep this production, consumption, profit margin growin’ further and farther apart.
So I start, take, took time, read n’ write, drink and think a while.
I smiled before I fell asleep knowing “life is but a dream” though nightmarish it seems.
See these things will happen, and it’s just a matter of how you react to them, and
I’m well passed whose dumb and whose smart
cause I’m lookin’ for hard work followed by fun and spark of a new flame,
even though it looks the same.
We’re all to blame so fuck you and that game you choose to play. X2
I pray every night, yet ask for no reply.
A crazed, insane, high-strung, low-key, modest guy,
Addict, feign of everything enjoyable to me, unemployable, obscene,
smoking those foily bowls under those trees, fourteen, mean, dirty, unclean,
August 19th, January 25th, May 26th, December 18th,
barely remember, though I’ll never forget my long fuse or short temper.
In 09’ I don’t remember November, 2010 I’m in Denver again.
My head is close to heaven, but my feet still feel the heat from the hell I’ve been in. x5
So it goes a,
Flint flick flame through an empty pipe.
Residue, recluse and mainly butane in my brain.
Considered insane cause I think and say the same shit every day.
Spillin’ my heart out to complete strangers,
Fifth Ammendment to police and state rangers.
Angered and dangerous, yet hold not one clenched fist.
In a maze, through a mist, between the city, country, and suburban, mountain livin’
Everything’s been given, always gave, so I don’t know how to take it.
At my fingertips like this pen and paper, frightened, waitin’
For someone other than myself with an answer.
Whose motivated. Whose not a weed or a cancer.
Maybe it’s me that I’ve been after,
‘cause I’ve been lookin’ everywhere but a mirror for my master.
Been lookin’ for someone other than myself with an answer.
whose motivated. Whose not a weed or a cancer.
Maybe it’s me that I’m after, (I’ve been after)
‘cause I’ve been lookin’ everywhere but a mirror for my master.
credits
from I AM,
track released December 18, 2017
Eric Labrosse at Cherry Pit Studios
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