Lame Sunset

by The We Shared Milk

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Jesse Laid back, soulful, experimental indie rock. Really hits stride on the second side. Loved the original version, but the remaster is even better. Favorite track: Asleep On the Bus.
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released March 11, 2014

Written/Recorded by The We Shared Milk
Produced/Mixed by Adam Harney
Mastered by Gus Elg

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Track Name: Lame Sunset
Bathed in some kind of a dull light at night
The only thought on my mind's how I'd die for sight
Ah yeah right

Locked out of the room at night
So I don't leave my body on the other side tonight
Some lame sunset is going to make you cry tonight
You took your time

Get into a pointless fight tonight
And drag that fork the plate and sigh
You're right
I won't do anything you like tonight
So why do you keep on like you're going to change my mind and life?
Ah yeah right
Track Name: Gross Deathbeds
I never dripped that far
I never reached the floor
I never knew enough
To be involved in stuff
I never got back pay
I didn't want it that way

I wasn't what I thought that I was
It wasn't much
I wasn't what I thought that I was
It wasn't much

I never lived next door
To anybody more
And when I walk downtown
I move my eyes around for something more

I wasn't what I thought that I was
It wasn't much
I wasn't what I thought that I was
It wasn't much
Track Name: Weirdo Kid With a Limp
I’m just some piece of lunatic trash
Candy bar wrapper in the street
Cracking up like some inebriated buffoon
Spilling drinks all over everybody
But still friends with everyone that he meets

So far in my search for peace
I’ve almost nothing to show for my days
Too sad living in fear
Of the moment it all becomes clear

Must be some cave-dwelling symptom
Of this stuffy self-important state
I know my selfishness is not my own problem
Hell I met a guy that owns a grenade
And he shows it off whenever he drinks

So far in my search for peace
I’ve almost nothing to show for my days
So sad living in fear
Of the moment it all becomes clear

So far in my search for peace
I’ve almost nothing to show for my days
So sad living in fear
Of the moment it all becomes clear
Track Name: Wasting Time
Wasting time on the bus and stuff
Tell me how long before I’ll know
That it’s no big deal that the world ain't just
And I don’t need a new home
I've got to make it up to the ones that I owe

Here come the new ones all in a row
Making plans but doing what they’re told
You've got to realize you've never had no luck on your own
You’re not an island like you've been told
Track Name: Joe
I need a place to blow my nose
A place where most men loathe to go
I wanted a house but I earned a whole
Lot of love for the sun and some kind of road

I watched you watch my head fall off

I need a piece of upper crust
To keep my mind from going to rust
And I sleep like a stone in a bed of dust
But I laugh at the world though it’s not enough

I watched you watch my head fall off

I don’t want to go where people call me Joe
I don’t want to be the bad one anymore
I don’t want to stay where people come and go
I don’t want to feed that traveler in my home

I need a place to blow my nose
A place where most men loathe to go
I wanted a house but I earned a whole
Lot of love for the sun and some kind of road

I don’t want to go where people call me Joe
I don’t want to be the bad one anymore
I don’t want to stay where people come and go
I don’t want to feed that traveler in my home
Track Name: Could This Be Real
Jim’s an old man and he lives down the block
He’s got a mark on his neck like a scar
Now sending money to some poor son he’s never met
Could this be real?
Is it only a test?

I’m a young man and I don’t apologize
I put a beer on someone’s head last night
Now freaking out in the late-night breakfast joint
I said “you’re boring” to the crowd
But I’d lied

Do you think anybody else knows?
That you ain’t got no money for no new clothes?
Is there going to be some kind of issue?

Do you think anybody else knows?
That you ain’t got no money for no new clothes?
Is there going to be some kind of issue?
Someday you’re going to win the game that played you
Track Name: Asleep On the Bus
I heard we’re all angels
Asleep on the bus
What if I wake up In Gresham
With a mouth full of dust

Still working on contact
Seems like I don’t get enough
Well I might be my own brother
If I ever drank enough

Keeling over just at the sight of blood
I’ve got so many double lives I should start a club
Feel like putting off what I’d oughta done
Getting ripped and walking the neighborhood ain’t no good
Track Name: Feeling Sick
Feeling low, feeling bad
Looking sick, acting sad
You think your ma or your dad
You think they ever really had what you had?

Getting fat, take it back
Never signed no contract
You think your ma or your dad or your granddad
You think they never had to work with their hands?

Feeling low, feeling bad
Looking sick, acting sad
You think your ma or your dad or your granddad
You think they ever really had what you had?
Track Name: Regrettable Everything
Pills for pain, pills for pain
I think I’m going inside
For the rest of my miserable goddamn life

They’re not the ones that you’d want to be there
When you finally come clear
They’re not the ones that you like when you find
The mistakes in the type
How about the girls at the bar
How about the ones in the backyard
You bet you’ll open their wounds

Giving up on the streets at night
I don’t know what’s waiting for me on the other side
Giving up on the streets at night
I don’t know what’s waiting for me on the other side
Giving up on the other side
I don’t know what’s waiting for me on the streets at night
Track Name: Can't You See?
Can’t you see that I’m different today?
Had that judge wipe the smirk right off my face
Now the cops are actually buying donuts
They seem to really dig the maple ones
They like to hassle me over nothing
They’re really trying to keep our noses clean

Can’t you see that I’m different today?
Pissing in a jar at the AA
And I know this one is actually clean
I know how long it’s really been
I think I ought to celebrate
Go out and get a couple of drinks

Can’t you see that I’m different today?
Overnight in jail Oxford Mississippi
And my frat boy cellmate is bawling
Working up the nerve to call Dad
He knows he’s trying to run for Senate
He doesn’t want to hurt his chance

I won’t be off by five or off by seven
It’s always twelve on the dot
A perfect circle defined by angles
And in my mind I’m an Incan warrior
With snakes of thunder
But that shit won’t
Ever get you nothing
Unless you’re something

Can’t you see that I’m different today?
Can’t you see that I’m different today?
Can’t you see that I’m different today?
Oh my God