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One Man Houses

by Spirit Night

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1.
Things could be better. I think I'd rather never know. It's a shame that I have to now That I have to go. You killed all our future children And burned down our home. Our 60 years spent together, I'm spending alone. I guess this is goodbye, Jones.
2.
Kerouac 03:25
Well, you got out. That's great! You saved your life before it was too late. Well, you got out. Oh, I think that's great But tell me how it was you got away, Tell me how it was you got away. Because I think I'd like to do that, too. I think I'd like to do that, too. Yeah, I think I'd like to leave like you. I think I'd like to do that, too. Yeah, I think-- do that, too. I think-- do that, too. Yeah, I think I'd like to leave like you. Yeah, I think, I think That when you come back, I'll be down To shoot the shit, just sit around. I bet you miss this fuckin' town. I wanna miss it, too, but I'm too busy reading Kerouac To drive my car cross country And I'm too busy to never look back And see the things that they see. Well, you got out. You said you would. I just didn't think that anyone here could. Well, you got out And I am stunned. But tell me, what's it like out on the run? Tell me, what's it like out on the run? When you come back, I'll be down To shoot the shit, just sit around And you can show me all you've found And how you found it, man, 'cause I'm too busy reading Kerouac To drive my car cross country And I'm too busy to never look back And see the things that they see.
3.
Well, the first time it hit I was poised and ready to ignore it But now it's back and I think I'm finally starting to understand So if you need me, I'll be out on the front steps Filling empty bottles with cigarettes, Spending all of my free time in one place, Disappearing, leaving, oh, just this one trace. When snow falls before leaves And I'm trapped outside in summer clothes I remember why I Refuse to realize what everyone knows. I can't smell the city anymore Like they can't hear me pounding at the door. I wasn't ready for that-- oh, no! The silence on your end of the phone. I wasn't ready for that-- oh, no! I wasn't ready to be alone. I'll still see you on Christmas and at Thanksgiving. The hardest part is knowing I'll go on living Easily without you there guiding me through. I'll never need you now as much as I need to. When snow falls before leaves And I'm trapped outside in summer clothes I remember why I Refuse to realize what everyone knows. I can't smell the city anymore Like they can't hear me pounding at the door. When I see you now, it feels so strange, But I look around and then I say, "Well, I'm at home." When snow falls before leaves And I'm trapped outside in summer clothes I remember why I Refuse to realize what everyone knows. I can't smell the city anymore Like they can't hear me pounding at the door.
4.
Everywhere I've gone Has been The same place in the end: Reflections of my head In a shallow pond I'm sinking in. You'll only miss your friends Or maybe just your bed. As if my problem's geographical And my brain's not the suitcase I'll stuff full Of all the heavy memories Of how I made my enemies And drag behind me to a mirror town Although those wicked feelings weigh me down As I still try to run away From what will always run the game. Everywhere I've gone Has been The same place in the end: Reflections of my head In a shallow pond I'm sinking in. You'll only miss your friends Or maybe just your bed.
5.
Rubberneck 03:58
The ony way I'll Sketch your profile Is in a shadow box Because I can't see what You like look, but I trust my rocks. Pasty, old, white. Even though I might, I know not to forsake A face like aspirin, Never sacharinne, But you can cure my headache. You can read my numbers If you deal me out A fresh deck. Spell out my accident If you stare me down And rubberneck. When you stay here, I'm an engineer But i wanted to play guitar But then I signed up You made your mind up And I bought us a brand new car. Be my Marge Simpson While i unfasten Your new black bra. The back of my couch. You're a red carpet And you'll be my downfall.
6.
Better Off 02:05
Sometimes I think I'm better off eating dirt Because I'd rather choke to death than wind up really hurt And I see something creepy creeping up inside your skirt But I'm not gonna try to get it. And I'm not right inside my head. It's just like everybody said. Sometimes I think I'm better off taking pills Because I found out feeling there's nothing I like to feel And the numbness you describe isn't any less real Than the pain I'm paying off now. You're catching up on missed cigarettes from sleeping in too late And I'm hoping I'm lucky enough to forget how they taste And I was alive at the start of time and I'll be here in the end When the planes crash down on the fucking town and you realize I'm your friend. Sometimes I think I'm better off jerking off Find a one bedroom for myself and that old dirty cloth Because I'm shaking when they make me turn my head and cough But fuck! I'd be shaking anyway. But that's alright-- I'll just go to bed. You're catching up on missed cigarettes from sleeping in too late And I'm hoping I'm lucky enough to forget how they taste And I was alive at the start of time and I'll be here in the end When the planes crash down on the fucking town and you realize I'm your friend.
7.
Living Room 03:24
And you went outside To the neighbors' lawn. You thought you'd felt a buzzing in your pocket, but you Must have been wrong. And you turned around And your friends are gone. You wonder how you lost them when you'd held on to them For so damn long. And your headphones break Every month or so So there's not a song For the long walk home. But you'll be safe soon With the Internet, Posting some shit on Facebook that you couldn't know yet You will soon regret, Like you're not alone In an empty bed And your connection to the world around you isn't All in your head. And my heart still breaks Every month or so Over little things So you would never know. And I spent my life in your living room Hoping that maybe something would happen soon. I spent my life in your living room, Weaving myself into a bottle cap and filter cotton cocoon. And though the morning comes, You won't see the sun. Some nights can last the weekend or a lifetime before They are ever done. And though the morning comes, You won't see the sun. Some nights can last the weekend or a lifetime before They are ever done. And I spent my life in your living room Hoping that maybe something would happen soon. I spent my life in your living room, Drawing myself to life in your old notebooks as a dumb, drunk cartoon, Weaving myself into a bottle cap and filter cotton cocoon. We may be laughing now, but I know it won't seem so Damn funny soon. You may be laughing now, but I know it won't seem so Damn funny soon.
8.
I read your messages. I must have been fifteen-- Old enough to know Just what I had seen. I know where you keep your letters And I know where you keep the bullets to your gun. I don't want to have to kill you. I don't want to have to kill anyone. It's happened all along. It's gonna happen more. She never had the strength To keep driving past the store. I know where you keep your letters And I know where you keep the bullets to your gun. I don't want to have to kill you. I don't want to have to kill anyone. That night, Underneath the porch light, I was the last to see her. There were tears in her eyes. The next day, She was well on her way. They had to ask why she left. I had to tell your lies The last time.
9.
Grasshoppers 03:47
I could wait until a better night to tell you the truth With one end tied to the doorknob, one end tied to the tooth Or I could knock it over, break it, and spill it all And you could try to catch the pieces as they fall. You know it's not exactly the most exciting time When the blood on the sheets is always only mine And the holes in the wall were designed so carefully And the grasshoppers never sing for me. You don't live here; you just rent a room And if you go out, don't come home soon But if you decide, you're staying in instead, We'll fuck on the floor so you can't hear the bed. I could wait until a better night to tell you the news: We control our destinies so we're all destined to lose. And I keep trying to find the things I might have missed. Why would anybody ever trust us with this? You know it's not exactly the most exciting time When the blood on the sheets is always only mine And the holes in the wall were designed so carefully And the grasshoppers never sing for me. You don't live here; we just share a womb And if you go out, don't come home soon But if you decide, you're staying in instead, We'll fuck on the floor so you can't hear the bed. You don't live here; you just rent a room And if you go out, don't come home soon But if you decide, you're staying in instead, We'll fuck on the floor so you can't hear the bed. I've been dying in a comfortable bed And you've been leaving all your shit in my head And they've been talking and it's not looking good And we've been thinking and we think we should.

about

Recorded partially in fall of 2010 and partially in fall of 2011.

credits

released January 16, 2012

Album artwork by Bryan Minnich.

Spirit Night on this album is:
Dylan Balliett - Vocals, guitars, bass on "Grasshoppers" and "Everywhere I've Gone"
Ryan Hizer - Bass on all other songs
Pete Wilmoth - Drums, backing vocals

Words and music written by Dylan Balliett except "Rubberneck" written by David F. Bello and backing vocal harmonies and drum parts written by Pete Wilmoth. The second guitar line on "Summer Clothes" is closely based on a similar one written by George Zatezalo in an early incarnation of Spirit Night.

Drums recorded by Ryan Hizer.
Bass recorded by David Klug.
Guitar, vocals, and other stuff recorded by Dylan Balliett.
Recorded at Grand Central Station in Morgantown, West Virginia; Dylan's parents' house in Shepherdstown, West Virginia; Mike and Amanda's house in Pittsburgh, PA; David Klug Studios in Pittsburgh, PA; and Dylan's closet in Brooklyn, New York.

Mixed and mastered by David Klug.

Thank you (from Dylan) to Pete Wilmoth, Ryan Hizer, David Klug, Anthony Fabbricatore, David Bello, Bryan Minnich, George Zatezalo, Brian Spragg, Michael Savage, Amanda Burris, Jared and Matt Mayle, Brice and Holt Barnitz, Sean Gibat, The Demon Beat (Jordan Hudkins, Adam Meisterhans, and Tucker Riggleman), Derrick Shanholtzer, Andy Smith, Aaron Dawson, Jamie Arnold, 骨球员, Hpn, freesound.org, Mom, Dad, Bridgett, Logan, Grandma, everyone who listens to this stuff and encourages me, and all my other friends.

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