Live @ The Asbestos Farm 01​/​13​/​15

by Pits

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Recorded live @ The Asbestos Farm in Hadley, MA on 01/13/15.

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released January 17, 2015

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Track Name: Get Out Of My Head
That sound, you made, I can't, get out of my head.
That sound, you made, I can't, get out of my head.
That sound, you made, I can't, get out of my head.

We all try, our best.
We all try, our best.

That face, you made, I can't, get out of my head.
That face, you made, I can't, get out of my head.
That face, you made, I can't, get out of my head.

We all try, our best.
We all try, our best.

That way, you walked, away, get out of my head.
That way, you walked, away, get out of my head.
That way, you walked, away, get out of my head.

We all try, our best.
We all try, our best.
Track Name: Gasoline Clothes
We're all running around, with gasoline soaked clothing on, and a strike anywhere match, hanging from our mouths like a tongue. And it all, falls around like snow, except no one is catching it on their tongues, because the taste, of life, is bitter, and the taste of life is dull.
Track Name: Distracted
Rednecks, on pit, bikes, riding through this, city, like they, own, the place, I am, too dis,tracted to drive, it is, far too, hot out side.

I won't be coming around anymore. And I forgot your name.
I am running under water. And I'm out of breath.
My shoes are filled with concrete. And they're wearing me down.
They are wearing me down. You are wearing me down.

Friends are, like your, favorite pair of socks, they will, fill with holes, but I will try, my best, to mend, them but, sometimes they will just end up in the landfill too.

You said I had my fathers ways. But it turns out you're wrong.
You were the one sculpting this life. But you're doing it wrong.
So I am stuck here running in place. For the rest of my days.
The rest of my days. Oh what a daze.
Track Name: Taking Up Space
My mind is, far too loud in my head, I can't hear this. So I have not, eaten in a week, I am boney at my cheeks.

My skin is, made from fibrous paper, please leave me in the rain. So death my friend, will take me by the hand, because I am done here.

I am trying to walk, but I am only standing in place.
I am trying to think for myself, but my thoughts are replaced.
And I am trying to live, but I am only taking up space.

And I am sorry, for that matter of fact. This will be done soon.