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The Big September
04:16
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My day keeps moving like the ocean floor,
I don't want to grow cold, I don't want to grow cold.
My mind keeps going back to youth and gold,
I don't want to grow old, I don't want to grow old.
I gave it all away, and the memories they fade.
As I walk the streets, my death has got a hold of me.
All the love I've lost, all the love and the family.
These days they go so slow. Thinking of many moons ago.
I'm so tired, I'm so weak, my eyes grow heavy and this life will take me to my knees.
My day spent thinking of the autumn sun, the glow on your face when the day was done.
Our windows open with the midnight song, those sleepless nights when we were young.
I gave it all away, and the memories they fade.
All the loneliness that I went ahead and built. It's got me wearing nothing but my skin and guilt.
These days they go so slow, memories of people I don't know.
I'm so tired, I'm so weak, my eyes grow heavy and this life will take me to my knees.
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Milk on the Counter
04:19
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Waking up, eyes bloodshot, guess I was out getting down. Here she comes, to fill me up, so I lie the best I can.
Wake up. It's not over. I'm trying, I'm lying, I'm always down.
Quit the job and I feel fine. Spent my last check like I did when I was wasting their time. Life's like a bee on a flower, take what I need and I'm outta here. I'll see you when I do.
Wake up. It's not over. I'm trying, I'm lying, I'm always down. Faded, hungover. I'm trying, I'm lying, I'm always down.
Dig a hole and just bury me. I don't want to be anything. Watch me burn out just like a sun. I don't want to be anyone.
Wake up. It's not over. I'm trying, I'm lying, I'm always down.
I still hang with my shitty friends. Known them too long so I take my time with them. Life's like milk on the counter, take what you need and leave when it's sour. Yeah, that's how it's been.
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Home Safely
04:22
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As the rain drums on the ground we walk quietly. Our love lost and gone away, but we talk happily.
As we hit the corner of a familiar place to be I remember all the love that once set us free.
Glad you got home safely.
While the weather fills up our lungs you smile just for me. Everything is said and done, it's cold and I should flee.
As I leave the corner of the place I know I will never be. I remember that I woke and it was just all a dream.
Glad you got home safely.
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4. |
JG
03:39
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I've seen the writing on the wall. I know you've been lurking down these halls. Phone call, freestyle at the tone. Memories on memories I sit on them too long.
JG ROB VINCENT DEJOHN
Aerosol, the paint went on the wall.
JG ROB VINCENT DEHJOHN
Aoura, the name that I recall.
RIP with your name underneath. I saw it on the corner while I tried to mull it over. Faded, while I sit here all alone thinking of all the times, the times I got hung up on it so long.
JG ROB VINCENT DEJOHN
Aerosol, the paint went on the wall.
JG ROB VINCENT DEHJOHN
Aoura, the name that I recall.
The time I waste fills this space. Looking back on a life that's gone.
JG ROB VINCENT DEJOHN
Aerosol, the paint went on the wall.
JG ROB VINCENT DEHJOHN
Aoura, the name that I recall.
Piece by piece I fell apart and chiefed. Precious time and moments, I couldn't hold my focus. Faded, while I sit here all alone thinking of memories on memories I sit on them too long.
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5. |
Black Mold
04:06
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Young Beard Vacaville, California
Bassist-singer - Frank Garay IV and his father, guitarist - Frank Garay III, formed the Vacaville/Sacramento based band with drummer Kevin Escelante in 2015. They released their EP - The Big September - in August of 2016. They are seeking Management & Label inquiries at: info@youngbeard.net. See YoungBeard.net for future show dates and other updates. ... more
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