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I'm a Nobody
02:56
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Tonight I’m reading Kerouac
And listening to Pat the Bunny
Staring at the open road and hoping
We won’t be coming back
No, we ain’t going back
I’m sick and tired of not having the courage
To be an absolute nobody
I’m sick and tired of not having the courage
To be an absolute nobody
I’m a Nobody, I’m a Nobody
Maybe I’ll move out to the desert
And start my life anew
Cause all our friends are leaving now
So I guess that I will too
Well I will be leaving the Midwest behind me
Before my feet freeze to this street
And I don’t know where I’m gonna go
Or who I’m gonna meet
I’m sick and tired of not having the courage
To be an absolute nobody
I’m sick and tired of not having the courage
To be an absolute nobody
I’m a Nobody, I’m a Nobody
The only thing I care about
Is the motion of my wheels
Well I’ll get some spare change for gas
Or else a shitty meal
I’m living out of rest stops now
Vending machines and cheap cigarettes
So from concrete picnic tables
I’m planning my next steps
I’m sick and tired of not having the courage
To be an absolute nobody
I’m sick and tired of not having the courage
To be an absolute nobody
I’m a Nobody, I’m a Nobody
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2. |
Old Folk Homes
03:04
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Old Folk Homes,
never made much sense to me
Why wait to die,
in a place you don’t want to be?
Is this the life?
Growing old and turning gray?
Just to sit around,
and think of every mistake you made
So how’s the life?
Of the life you chose to live
Just getting by,
guess how many shits I give?
OK a few.
Enough to keep me up at night
Why do I care?
I know damn well you’ll never write.
Don’t call me a man
That’s someone I’ll never be
Don’t call me a friend
I’m someone you don’t really need
Just give me a hit;
I don’t care what it does to me
An altered state,
I need somewhere else to be
We’ll just stay young,
live past turning old and gray
We’ll write our songs,
and sing our cares away
Old Folk Homes,
never made much sense to me
Why wait to die,
in a place you don’t want to be?
Is this the life?
Growing old and turning gray?
Just to sit around,
and think of every mistake you made
Don’t call me a man
That’s someone I’ll never be
Don’t call me a friend
I’m someone you don’t really need
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3. |
Crazy Eyes
03:36
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I’m crazy ‘bout ya Crazy Eyes
I’m crazy ‘bout ya Crazy Eyes
I can see you lookin’ my way
And I’m wonderin’ if you’re going to stay
Crazy Eyes
I look in to your eyes and I’ll wonder what I’ll see
It’s a blunder, what I wonder, will they set me free
Or will I drown in those pools of blue
You don’t know what you do
I’m crazy ‘bout ya Crazy Eyes
I’m crazy ‘bout ya Crazy Eyes
I can see you lookin’ my way
And I’m wonderin’ if you’re going to stay
Crazy Eyes
I look into those sapphires that are inside your skull
And I see them staring in-to my soul
And I’m afraid that I lost control
Crazy Eyes
I’m crazy ‘bout ya Crazy Eyes
I’m crazy ‘bout ya Crazy Eyes
I can see you lookin’ my way
And I’m wonderin’ if you’re going to stay
Crazy Eyes
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It’s true everything good has died
It’s like this every year
I have no place to stay tonight
Please stay for just one more
All the animals have gone to hide
To rest until it’s warm
Another year will pass us by
What have you left to do
The weak will starve, freeze, and try
To greet the spring again
I know you should be leaving now
I’ve yet to let you go
The sun will come to melt the ice
The life will be anew
Why should we both bare the cold until then
When the warmth is here with you
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5. |
Rest Stop Punk
03:45
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God doesn’t love ugly
God doesn’t fuckin’ love me
And I’m okay with that
Cause it means I get to be free
From following a set of moral standards
And that’s okay with me
Yeah that’s okay with me
I’ll be a rest stop punk (x4)
We’re takin’ our time & going somewhere
We’ll get there someday, I’m sure
I know you’re out there, somewhere
But there’s one thing I’ll always be
I’ll be a rest stop punk (x4)
We’re the rest stop punks
We don’t give a fuck
About you anyway
We’re the rest stop punks
We don’t give a fuck
About you anyway
We’re going nowhere
Oh we’re going nowhere fast
And this can’t go on forever
But at least we’ll have a blast
I’ll be a rest stop punk (x4)
Life keeps fucking us over
But we will take it in stride
We don’t need you in our lives anymore
All we need is a ride
I’ll be a rest stop punk (x4)
(Sweet Harmonica Solo)
I’ll be a rest stop punk (x4)
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6. |
Apocalypse Love Song
03:43
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When all the methheads, run out of drugs
When all the grandmothers, run out of hugs
And the only thing left to do is tear this whole thing down
I’ll still love you
We stand above the wreckage of people’s broken dreams
I still love you if you know what that means
Crows can pick out people’s eyes and I will still be fine
As long as I’m with you
When all the methheads, run out of drugs
When all the grandmothers, run out of hugs
And the only thing left to do is tear this whole thing down
I’ll still love you
The world is burning, but my heart is yearning
For a different flame
The world has turned to shit, but I’m not sick of it
Cause your love burns true
When all the methheads, run out of drugs
When all the grandmothers, run out of hugs
And the only thing left to do is tear this whole thing down
I’ll still love you
The corpses line the street
The kids have nothing to eat
And I really don’t care
Cause all I can smell is your hair
When all the methheads, run out of drugs
When all the grandmothers, run out of hugs
And the only thing left to do is tear this whole thing down
I’ll still love you
And when there’s nothing, I hope we’re something
Cause when there’s something, I hope there is still you
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7. |
I Hate the World
02:22
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I hate the world & the world hates me
Just tell me that I’m shit & I’m happy to agree
Cause every happy thought that comes into my head
Ends up flipped around & makes me wish that I was dead
My dog got hit by a car the other day
And on the pavement I can see its brains
I just taught it to play fetch
It was in the street playing catch
I hate the world & the world hates me
Just tell me that I’m shit & I’m happy to agree
Cause every happy thought that comes into my head
Ends up flipped around & makes me wish that I was dead
I got into a car crash
Now my blood is on the dash
I broke my arm & I broke my heart too
If I can’t find the parts, I don’t know what I’ll do
I hate the world & the world hates me
Just tell me that I’m shit & I’m happy to agree
Cause every happy thought that comes into my head
Ends up flipped around & makes me wish that I was dead
A girl threw up on my dick
I don’t know what’s wrong with it
It happened once, and then it happened again,
It happened a third time, and that’s it no more head
I hate the world & the world hates me
Just tell me that I’m shit & I’m happy to agree
Cause every happy thought that comes into my head
Ends up flipped around & makes me wish that I was dead
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8. |
I'll be Alright
03:31
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If I’m not up in the morning
I’ve been out all night
I’ve been chasing demons
I can’t chase out the light
Why can’t I get a train ticket
To get the hell out of my life
Well the man down at the railroad tracks
He says I’ll be alright
I woke up this morning
With clearer visions in my head
A sudden warning
I’m just glad that I’m not dead
(Ooooohs)
I’ve been working on becoming what I am
Every day since my life began
And I know I fucked a few dozen times
But I swear I’ll get it right
I’ll give thanks for today
And for tomorrow too
I’ll give thanks for the sun and the moon
And for me and for you
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Highway Ruger Bandits Joliet, Illinois
An ever-growing folk-punk band from the towns surrounding the I-80 & I-55 junction playing whatever they
want.
Andrew - Harmonica
Kyle - Ukulele/Guitar
Jimmy - Ukulele/Mandolin
Matt - Guitar/Bells/Melodica
Faye - Bass
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