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Maybe it's not the way you speak
that makes you so vulnerable.
Maybe it's the whispers in your ear,
the backwards motives.
And you cut me low with those gestures.
They're just bastard remarks to make your pleasure.
But I must confess
that mirror plated smile does impress.
Where do we draw the line this time,
when the walls that they place don't feel outside?
Well I'll make my own reservation,
so keep it in mind.
Perhaps I should erase you...
No, no, no, I can't decide.
Indentations of all these roots,
shorted out wires and more dead ends.
Well maybe it's the signals that disappear,
the endless current.
And these killers laid me in the quicksand,
well there couldn't be a more deserving man.
But I must address:
Why are we stepping through the mirror
when all that I love is on this side?
Maybe I could never see it clearer,
with all the taunting thoughts that haunt my mind.
The systematic selfish mortal sense of time,
well it moves through your head,
it fucks with your head.
And those scales that you hold don't convince the equilibrium,
but now that you're here, let's discuss how we feel.
Where do we draw the line this time,
when the walls that they place don't feel outside?
Well I'll make my own reservation,
so keep it in mind.
Perhaps I should erase you...
No, no, no, I can't decide.
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If you believe it's there,
then how could you deny the fact
that I'm unaware.
So hit me with a spotlight--
As the beam strikes me,
I don't find it convincing.
"Rehearse a little longer
and then lose my number."
And leave my arrogance
dead or dying in the back lot,
with a way to apprehend
the object of your heartthrob.
Back in the 1990's,
I found the prospect frightening
to wait a little longer
just to sate my hunger.
And don't tell me that's okay,
if you say it the right way.
But I'm sure you'd all,
you'd all sing along.
And I'm sure you'd call
just to tell me I was wrong.
There's something stagnant in the air,
or maybe it's the airwaves?
The chemistry is there,
but dignity is absent.
So let the art lose focus,
what pays at the moment
sets the standard for a faulty pattern.
Don't replicate what you can't contain,
if you signed your name
was it all in vain?
So cue the applause, please,
because they're not listening.
Simply accepting the fact
that I'm here to get paid.
So can I get paid?
Yeah, can I get paid?
You can hear them say,
"The path is not yours to stray."
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If you allow something so unnecessary
get you down, there's no one else to blame.
I need something stronger,
something extra strength.
Millions of materials used to trade...
If you could offer only love,
you'd be like a god to us.
Like a drug dealer,
all sold out of trust.
You threw it away.
I used to mind
that everyone I know seemed to hate themselves,
but I do it as well.
We need something stronger,
something extra strength.
Millions of recordings that I've faked.
If you came around enough
You'd be like a god to us
Like a drug dealer
All sold out of trust
We threw it away
You'd be like a god to us
Like a fool's healer
Like a tarot card reader
Watch you throw it all away
You'd be like a god to us
Like a drug dealer
All sold out of trust
But you've thrown it all away
You've thrown it all away.
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I wish that I could see the way the world weighs down on you
As you can tell that it is weighing down on me too
I wish that I could see the same as you see this mountain view
Because I can tell that it is weighing down on you, dear
You know, that I wish that I had grown up in the fifties
And you know, that I wish that you could see how I used to be
When I had fewer things on my weary mind
When I still had the time for you and to write
Faded blue jeans at your best friend's wedding
By then I could tell that I'd be leaving you
I know that you couldn't understand a thing that I was meaning
As we started to leave your best friend's wedding
I never had the time to explain that nothing's going to change
(It all just stays the same)
I was raised to believe that there was such a thing as love
As I recollected over stale beers and wet cigarettes
Of that old tattoo on your father's arm that read I'll always love you Colette
And I always thought that I could find a love like that
But why, yeah why would something so beautiful happen to a wreck like me
I still wish that you could see this side of the river banks
The old friends, bonfires, we're singing broken off key melodies
To the songs we wrote then fell in love with then grew to regret
These faded blue jeans at your best friend's wedding
By then I could tell that I'd be leaving you
I know that you couldn't understand a thing that I was meaning
As we started to leave your best friend's wedding
I never had the time to explain that nothing's going to change
Well if nothing's going to change, yeah?
Well I guess it all stays the same
And if nothing's going to change, dear...
I guess I can change my name
Faded blue jeans at your best friend's wedding
By then I could tell that I'd be leaving you
I know that you couldn't understand a thing that I was meaning
As we started to leave your best friend's wedding
I never had the time to explain that nothing's going to change
(It all just stays the same)
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Well, don't you go now, I think I could use you to sleep. Yeah, don't you go anywhere without me, because you know you've got big plans, yeah real big plans to meet. To make a new kind of remedy for love. Oh love, don't you abandon my side. Yeah love, oh love, don't you leave me here... alone. I said, don't you ever begin to leave here, because you that I still need you. Yeah, don't you, don't, don't you go away this storm was built for you and me. Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't you go, because you know I need you, yeah, yes I do.
I need you like a storm needs a breeze, I need you like a bird needs to sing, and oh yeah, you know I need you like a stray (dog) needs home. But goddamn I hope you know that I'm not ever coming back home. Until I know that you're the one waiting for me to reappear. Until then I'll be a ghost on the side of road home, and hoping that you know that I'll be back as soon as I can. (That I am...)
Know that I can't come home until you come back around. So, come around,dear. Because I need you like a storm needs a breeze, I need you like a bird needs to sing, and oh yeah, you know I need you like a stray dog needs home. And goddamn I hope you know that I'm not ever coming home. Until then I know that I'll be ghost on the side of the road on the way back home. Hoping that you know that I'll be back as soon, yeah, as soon as I can't.
You know, that I can't come home until you come back around. So, come back around, yeah, come back around, dear.
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Pytor (Bad Books cover)
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joebryant. St Charles, Missouri
Keeping that bedroom pop and the lo-fi emo vibe since 2011. St Louis native, with too much time.
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