Tim Barry - Avoiding Catatonic Surrender lyrics
[Tim Barry - Avoiding Catatonic Surrender lyrics]
It’s lonely in the Garden State
The place of no left turns
In a motel 6 in East Brunswick
Smoking till my lungs burn
I put ice in the trash can
To cool down my beer
Breathe in the perfume in the room
Of the person last here
I can’t stand this singing
I can’t stand this song
I can’t stand being home
But I can’t stand being gone
My ears ring when it’s quiet and I
Ain’t heard a thing all day
And I’d call if I could but right
Now I ain’t got nothing to say
And so on and so long
Can’t keep singing these songs too long
So on
First night we met we fucked on
The couch in my living room
And spent the morning pretending
It didn’t happen
Searching for your lost phone
Which I found between the cushions below
A pile of our clothes
You said you couldn’t leave without it, Lord
I should have kept my eyes closed
I left for work directly then
For a fifteen hour day
Made just over a hundred bucks
None of which I ever saved
Didn’t hear too much from you before
Never heard from you again
Cause as soon as this shit starts, boy it’s
It’s bound to end
And so on and so long
Can’t keep singing these songs for too long
And so on
I throw empty beer cans at the
TV when I’m watching the news
I hate republicans, I hate democrats
I hate liberals too
I think pacifists are weak
And violence is wrong
But, I go limp for police and
I fight when it’s called for
The truth is I don’t know or care with
Who or where I fit in at all
But, I keep on living simple
Riding fast and living slow
I write standard boring songs
With boring standard chords
Just like the best and the worst
Verse chorus, verse chorus, bridge, repeat
And so on so long
Can’t keep singing these songs too long
And so on
And so on and so long
I can’t keep singing these songs and so on
And so on
The place of no left turns
In a motel 6 in East Brunswick
Smoking till my lungs burn
I put ice in the trash can
To cool down my beer
Breathe in the perfume in the room
Of the person last here
I can’t stand this singing
I can’t stand this song
I can’t stand being home
But I can’t stand being gone
My ears ring when it’s quiet and I
Ain’t heard a thing all day
And I’d call if I could but right
Now I ain’t got nothing to say
And so on and so long
Can’t keep singing these songs too long
So on
First night we met we fucked on
The couch in my living room
And spent the morning pretending
It didn’t happen
Searching for your lost phone
Which I found between the cushions below
A pile of our clothes
You said you couldn’t leave without it, Lord
I should have kept my eyes closed
I left for work directly then
For a fifteen hour day
Made just over a hundred bucks
None of which I ever saved
Didn’t hear too much from you before
Never heard from you again
Cause as soon as this shit starts, boy it’s
It’s bound to end
And so on and so long
Can’t keep singing these songs for too long
And so on
I throw empty beer cans at the
TV when I’m watching the news
I hate republicans, I hate democrats
I hate liberals too
I think pacifists are weak
And violence is wrong
But, I go limp for police and
I fight when it’s called for
The truth is I don’t know or care with
Who or where I fit in at all
But, I keep on living simple
Riding fast and living slow
I write standard boring songs
With boring standard chords
Just like the best and the worst
Verse chorus, verse chorus, bridge, repeat
And so on so long
Can’t keep singing these songs too long
And so on
And so on and so long
I can’t keep singing these songs and so on
And so on