a sleeping bag
by the sleeping bag
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sky / zack's words
05:37
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will i ever love again (love again)
million dollar question (question)
do i give a shit or not (or not)
penny for your empty thoughts (empty thoughts)
(incomprehensible voices)
fall asleep on the floor (on the floor)
wake up next to somebody who could care (who might care)
put my head through the wall (through the wall)
to greet the skeletons in my closet (in my closet)
i don't need someone to hold me
i have these chains latched to my head
choking me up to the sky
twisting my neck and wringing me dry
please don't ask why
[zack's words]
i would rip my fingers off
i would tear my chest and drop my guard
every day standing still
one thousand years from now
i would break each rib
i would free these wild arteries
i aim to please
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the sick son of a bitch
04:44
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spent an hour on the phone for ten dollars
when it was over she repeated my problems
so i sat back and laughed and watched my whole world collapse
and having seen the aftermath i know that i'm not going back
she sounded beautiful she spoke soft and sweet
said she could take care of the things that troubled me
so i sat back and laughed and showed her my heart in half
and having left a trail of flames i see there's no going back
(moaning)
i had a dream so vivid and touching
felt his throat pressed against the glass
i had a dream so real and disgusting
i felt my blood staining over the grass
i had a dream so vivid and touching
felt his throat pressed against the glass
i had a dream so real and disgusting
my blood stains over the grass
the sick son of a bitch
i tried to force him to drown
but the pressure built too high
and the floors came crashing down
the sick son of a bitch
if i could feel him again
his throat against the glass
oh his throat against the glass oh my god
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my name on your face
03:18
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fireworks and toy cars
cheap paintings in the dining room
i wrote you back a list of friends
who could never reach the door
i'm sweating blood
and crawling across the floor
pictures of me young and now
now picture me all strung out
i was loved then
but i love myself way more now
i've tried to understand
where the bug lodged in my brain
i've tried to comprehend where i should be today
but i can't place my name on your face
superficial memories
sticking in my skull
i've tried to live a happy life
i've stopped the push and pull
quieting a conversation derailed so long ago
it's shutting up for good now
so we can really learn to grow
been so tired for so long
i feel like going home
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three ugly sisters
05:10
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mary
please find a mother in me now
hopefully you can see the blood
from where i've tried to pull one out
eve
don't make me stay if you're gonna leave
i cried for too long i got afraid
of course you know
of course you know
lucy
don't pull me back into temptations arms (temptations arms)
i kissed another piece of stone
i felt another handprint against the glass
of course you know
don't act like you didn't fucking know
oh oh oh
don't act like you didn't fucking know
oh oh oh oh
they all have bullets with my name on them
they all have silky golden hair
and i slither up the stairs on my back
and they strangle me with my shoelace
they're gonna make me drunk another bottle
they're gonna slit me on the holy ground
they're gonna hangs me up and tore me down
three ugly sisters in a night gown
they all have bullets with our names on them
their dark blades beneath the shade of a bonnet
i give one last look at the empty sky
and think about the things that i might do if i can manage to survive
oh you don't act like
you don't act like
you don't act right
you don't act like
you don't act like
you don't act like
you don't act right
(of course you know)
don't act like you didn't fucking know
don't
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dad
03:08
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i am a three year old boy
in the arms of an elevator
with my mother and her pain
with her man, old boyfriend
call him dad
call him dad
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friend
04:58
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kindness is a word that i wrote in a notebook
waiting for the ceiling to fall
and cold metal bars that would rush down to crush us
come raining down to my skull
it flattens the phone lines
and kills all the teens off their bikes
looking for ghosts in the woods
with bright red love lights
can't wait to become frozen
stuck to a wall outside the snow factory
seeking my one and only end
my one true friend
and i know he's just around the corner
it's not such a long ways down from here
he's always just around the corner
it's not such a long ways down from here
lovely is a girl that i met in a fire
waiting for curtain to fall
and black hanging crows swooping down to peck my eyeballs
just take off to their homes
i watch her lead eyes get wider
and focus on the hell in their sights
cutting the silence from our teeth
we have become deer in the headlights
i know it's death to say i love you
why can't i stop myself from breathing
wishing my one and only end
my one true friend
i know she's just around the corner
it's not such a long ways down from here
she's always just around the corner
it's not such a long ways down from here
kindess is a word that i wrote in a notebook
waiting for the ceiling to fall
wishing my one and only end
my one true friend
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old heartstrings
05:32
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she isn't where
i last saw her in the mirror
i closed my eyes
and saw her clearer
i saw her
writhing dancing in the fire
i lift my arms
and the flames dance higher
it's been eating at me for quite some time
it's been tugging at these old heartstrings
it's been eating at me for quite some time
it's been tugging at these old heartstrings
we hold our heads
in our hands
down in our pockets
blending in to a taller man's shadow
now her and i
standing nameless in the fire
i lift my arms
and the flames dance higher
i lift my arms
and the flames dance higher
i lift my arms
and the flames dance higher
it's been eating at me for quite some time
it's been tugging at these old heartstrings
it shook me up until i shut up
it's been tugging at these old heartstrings
it's been eating at me for quite some time
it's been tugging at these old heartstrings
it's been eating at me for quite some time
it's been tugging at these old heartstrings
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everynight
01:50
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i dreamt every hair on our heads
was full pages in chapter books
some people don't wanna hear
that old story for the hundreth time
we run out of fresh ink
and start writing in doubt of the future
we reach the end of our story
ten minutes over time
every night
every dream
when you see me
i see you and you can't stop staring at me
i can't be
someone else
for you or them
or my friends i wait for the end
lets me know
it lets me know
that i'm not perfect
i could never be
i can't be anything
except for me
i'm not perfect
how bad i could never be
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i have grown impatient
with the way you make me feel
and there's nothing left for me to use
to dance around these words
it becomes more apparent everyday
and i grow colder to myself in a way
when i neglect what needs to be said
i lock up happy thoughts in my head
i will slur my speech
in a sleeping bag
laying out under the stars
next to you
next to you
[boyd's words]
that's when you take control
and get into the deep waters of your subconscious
wade out as far as you can
it's just a dream
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(rambling)
his hands are up
circling his head
surely you must know
you must know by now
the only next step
the lonely last words
surely you must know
he means what he says
he could only want more
but she could only care less
please take the knife from out my chest
i am only one half of a person
he felt healing loving kisses
and scratched your name out of the lead
killed the monster under your bed
he peeled my name out of your head
now my hands are up
circling my head
surely you must know
the only next step i can take
now
now
now you must know
it's only lonely existence
it comes breaking down my door
it's only lonely existence baby
it leaves you scratching your face for more
it's only lonely existence
it's only lonely existence
it's only lonely existence
it's only lonely existence
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11. |
the blues
03:32
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it was a beautiful day
i had ash in my shoes
come down with a case of the blues
faded into my jeans
and blacked out into passing screens
made a light i couldn't see
turn green
and leave
i lost another rigged bet
to an upside down smile
in a velvet dress
she made her words count and worth my while
worth my while
a pet god in her hands with his heavy small eyes
poking out of his head
he caught my lies he caught my lies
he caught my lies
he caught my lies
hey what a beautiful day
to finish a chapter
to cough out some laughter
fucked up i looked dumb
and my wounded face
shed tears of blood
of blood
of blood
i lost another rigged bet
to an upside down smile
in a velvet dress
she made her words count and worth my while
worth my while
i'm just another drunk shit
with a thorn in my side
another piece of the puzzle
another sight for sore eyes and dead flies
it was a beautiful day
i had ash in my shoes
come down with a case of the blues
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about
this is a breakup album.
a chunk of these songs were written from december to late january, with their originally vague and unknowing lyrics and themes written in a bit of a limbo period, now finally taking on their final context as they’ll be released in one of the darkest and scariest times of my life. and the other chunk of songs was written from february to late march. sonically and compositionally, inspired by my time at practices in bands soft spot and ettico, lyrically, inspired by a breakup and my own mental state and my fears and doubts about the future, and musically forced by heartbreak. i don’t really know what else to say about it other than i’m fine now but i really and truly wouldn’t be if i wasn’t able to create this with the emotional support of some of the best friends i could ever ask for.
it was much more of a chore to drag myself to my instrument than it was to write or record any of this. and i’m not just being some mopey fuck, “oh, poor me”, this is an inevitable moment in life, and i understand that... but it sucked, so i wrote down my thoughts and my memories and my dreams and my nightmares and this is what i felt.
a chunk of these songs were written from december to late january, with their originally vague and unknowing lyrics and themes written in a bit of a limbo period, now finally taking on their final context as they’ll be released in one of the darkest and scariest times of my life. and the other chunk of songs was written from february to late march. sonically and compositionally, inspired by my time at practices in bands soft spot and ettico, lyrically, inspired by a breakup and my own mental state and my fears and doubts about the future, and musically forced by heartbreak. i don’t really know what else to say about it other than i’m fine now but i really and truly wouldn’t be if i wasn’t able to create this with the emotional support of some of the best friends i could ever ask for.
it was much more of a chore to drag myself to my instrument than it was to write or record any of this. and i’m not just being some mopey fuck, “oh, poor me”, this is an inevitable moment in life, and i understand that... but it sucked, so i wrote down my thoughts and my memories and my dreams and my nightmares and this is what i felt.
credits
released June 26, 2020
all songs written, performed, produced, mixed, and mastered by doug campbell from february to april 2020.
doug campbell : vocals, guitars, bass, drums, drum machine, piano, bowed guitar, violin, synthesizers, sampling, pedalwork, sequencing, production, and engineering on all tracks.
gear used: fender telecaster with busted bridge pickups, electro-harmonix memory toy, yamaha dd5 drum machine, 120 watt orange head, 4x4 line 6 cab, fender squier j bass, AKG microphones, AKG headphones, fender california series acoustic, and a fender stratacouster.
additional instrumentation and vocal work provided by:
zack meredith
(necromancerky.bandcamp.com)
vocals, synth, co-production and spoken word on "sky / zack's words".
back-up vocals on "my name on your face".
back-up vocals on "three ugly sisters".
back-up vocals on "old heartstrings".
connor christopher
(comissars.bandcamp.com/releases)
back-up vocals and one nasty scream on "three ugly sisters".
jenny marion
(spacecasemusic.bandcamp.com)
back-up vocals on "old heartstrings".
alex boyd
(wonderful artist @falsedimitri)
spoken word on "a sleeping bag / boyd's words".
sampled voice memos and voicemails from chase ruel, jon barnett, and michael alford, and soft spot (softspotky.bandcamp.com).
all songs written, performed, produced, mixed, and mastered by doug campbell from february to april 2020.
doug campbell : vocals, guitars, bass, drums, drum machine, piano, bowed guitar, violin, synthesizers, sampling, pedalwork, sequencing, production, and engineering on all tracks.
gear used: fender telecaster with busted bridge pickups, electro-harmonix memory toy, yamaha dd5 drum machine, 120 watt orange head, 4x4 line 6 cab, fender squier j bass, AKG microphones, AKG headphones, fender california series acoustic, and a fender stratacouster.
additional instrumentation and vocal work provided by:
zack meredith
(necromancerky.bandcamp.com)
vocals, synth, co-production and spoken word on "sky / zack's words".
back-up vocals on "my name on your face".
back-up vocals on "three ugly sisters".
back-up vocals on "old heartstrings".
connor christopher
(comissars.bandcamp.com/releases)
back-up vocals and one nasty scream on "three ugly sisters".
jenny marion
(spacecasemusic.bandcamp.com)
back-up vocals on "old heartstrings".
alex boyd
(wonderful artist @falsedimitri)
spoken word on "a sleeping bag / boyd's words".
sampled voice memos and voicemails from chase ruel, jon barnett, and michael alford, and soft spot (softspotky.bandcamp.com).
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