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Bad Idea, After Bad Idea

by Luke Pelletier

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Blood Thirsty Ft. Brett Ayala Jones 03:16
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Blood thirsty Dust danced around the room Light came exploding in We smashed every window in that abandoned house Before we rode our bikes down to Dylan’s mom’s She was just a girl when I met your sister But now she’s breaking up weed with her toenail clippers She rubs my leg as she talks a big game About moving to myrtle beach and opening up an arcade Behind that old bait shop There’s an old gravel parking lot Where we used to smash bottles when we were young and bored But I don’t satisfy that impulse anymore We were riding our skateboards down jailhouse hill Speed wobbles and hoping for the best We loved doing things that could get us killed Brett: We were sitting on a filthy fucking mattress In the sticks of jersey or was it PA? With extraterrestrials smoking orange crystals Taking pills with funny stamps we got from a native in Montreal. We were driving old vans Across the greater USA Singing sad songs that we wrote on better days Taking drugs that got some of us killed We were to fucking young To have gotten so deep digging our own fucking graves But when pain becomes your muse Well masochism becomes the surest way Me: With a blown out tire at the break of dawn I was doing donuts on the Griffith observatory lawn Security was coming so I turned around and gunned it Shooting sparks as I rode away Speeding through the hills Somewhere I ditched the car I hopped fence after fence Running through rich people’s yards I scaled that dusty mountain to the Hollywood sign Spray painted both of our initials in a heart 120 mph down some dirty Texas road My reality began warp The further we got from home From picking fights with total strangers on the train To getting excited when we start to hydroplane I think there’s something deeply wrong inside my brain I get a little bit of pleasure from the pain Hooked on adrenaline And a repetitive use of sedatives I don’t mean to make you worried But I’m blood thirsty
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Bad Idea, After Bad Idea Ft. James Steinle 03:10
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Bad idea after bad idea That’s how I got myself here I’ve been unemployable for all these years It’s enough to make a man get weird One more beer - it’s always “one more beer” After a dozen, you best steer clear I’ve been writing all these songs that bring me to tears It’s enough to make a man get weird I took a little walk to the liquor store Told an old man there with a beard empty out the drawer he said I’m fresh out of dough. It’s enough to make a man get weird Bad idea after bad idea That’s how I got myself here I’ve been unemployable for all these years It’s enough to make a man get weird Out the door and on the street Everybody’s still living in fear I guess we’ll pop some pills and drink ourselves to sleep It’s enough to make a man get weird Walking through a parking lot Keying cars as I walk alone there aint no reason for my actions I’m just causing putre destruction I’m just bored and a little drunk I’ve always had this problem since I was a kid No thought for consequences for the things that I did They locked me up more than once when I went mental for that whole month I was bored and a little drunk Bad idea after bad idea That’s how I got myself here I’ve been unemployable for all these years It’s enough to make a man get weird James Steinle: This is bad this is bad this is bad this is bad I’m kinda sorta thinking what I did it makes me glad Yeah it makes me sad But I guess I just don’t care That’s the reason that I’m here And that’s the reason that we’re there
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She Framed Roger Rabbit 03:02
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Man I’ve been everywhere I was born in Florida Went up through Georgia Up towards North Carolina I stayed there for a while When I got bored I headed out to LA Looking for gold They brought me to a head doctor Said I had a screw loose There ain’t a man on earth that’d do the things that you do Well I seen ghosts all my life But every time I swung at one It was just bedsheets and lights Flipping rocks - hopping fences Been looking for something but been coming up with nothing If I’m addicted we’ll, guess I’m addicted to loving I just wanted to do something someone hadn’t So I burned down houses just to peak in attics They called me a cowboy then they called me a savage Then they locked me up once I start causing all that damage I was driving fast as hell when I hit Wile E. Coyote Right about then they diagnosed me as a rabid addict Said whatever he had, that I had had it So I cut off his tail, sewed it to a hat, and used his stomach as a welcome mat And once I had it up to here Well, I’d always fucking had it If you walk my way or you speak to me Well, I’ll be laughing Hollering ha ha ha god damn it That woman, she framed Roger Rabbit She’s got a mean right hook but she ain’t underhanded And she knows I’m true because I’m always candid But it’s hard to trust a man that’s broke and branded When he wakes up where Marvin the Martian landed If you walk my way or you speak to me Well, I’ll be laughing Hollering ha ha ha god damn it That woman, she framed Roger Rabbit I laid traps with rope - dropping anvils When she looked my way, I’d stutter and stammer She might hate my stunts, but she loves my banter Cause she stuck around when I wrecked that town and I smashed my head with that rubber hammer If you walk my way or you speak to me Well, I’ll be laughing Hollering ha ha ha god damn it That woman, she framed Roger Rabbit With a single look and a mean right hook She had me shook then she had me laughing That woman, she framed Roger Rabbit
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That Woman, Painting The World On Fire, Over There 02:21
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There's this woman that lives with me she leaves her lights on night and day when I peak in, she's deep in thought and far away building worlds inside her mind she is stoned most of the time but God damn, that gal can paint building narratives I couldn't think up if I tried Making references to artists she admires She believes that art is something sacred to hold dear that woman, painting the world on fire, over there Her food is no good she don't do math but she works hard and she hones her craft making everyone around her look like hacks she's got an astounding intuition for conflict and composition if she aint in every major modern art museum by the time she dies, the world has gone mad She paints through the day she paints through the night that woman has eternity in her sights She believes that art is something sacred to hold dear that woman, painting the world on fire, over there She believes that art is something sacred to hold dear that woman is making history while I'm drinking beer
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Empty Lake Ft. Evil Black 04:20
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It's a sorry sight, an empty lake no fish no boats no summer break not a thing to do but sit and wait for an act of god or a drop of rain when an empty hole thinks it's a lake I walked back and fourth through an open door I gave you everything you wanted and a whole lot more but putting up with me became a chore when you found rock bottom was below the floor hate to say it darlin, but you alway's were a fucking bore Yeah I know that I kick around my feelings when I'm feeling down I paint em then I scream em real quick real loud so what if they get me into trouble because when I'm in a pinch they get me out Seems like everyone I meet has some spiritual advice being one with the universe, well, it must be nice but I'd rather grapple demons and lose the fight then play tricks on myself to get through life Evil Black: You've been left out in the cold wrapped up in your superstitions you don't know what you've been missing if you were there, you'd know life is much more sweet in person except for those that you've been hurting Buried right up to your lips in mud and shit you couldn't even tell me what the difference is your money earned is money spent a few more years of recompense and you might start to put a dent in every check your mouth has written after that I say good riddance cause I can't see what I'm not shown But you can't preach what you don't know When I went right you said no when I got high well you got low if it ever made sense well it don't no more when you said stay well I had to go When you sat tight I hit the open road drove through the night then I put it in a song if it ever made sense well it don't no more when you said stay well I had to go
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The Atwater Village Shuffle 02:43
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There ain’t nothing left for me in Los Feliz now I burnt every bridge I crossed on that side of town So I’m packing up my things and I’m Atwater bound Nothing left for me in Los Feliz now I used to dream of piles of gold I guess there’s some nights that I still do But it ain’t half bad - writing songs and making art Right here beside you I guess I’m still writing songs and I’m still making art A couple years have past since I totaled that car Had my ducks all in a row, now they’re falling apart But I’m still writing songs and I’m still making art I used to dream of piles of gold I guess there’s some nights that I still do But it ain’t half bad - writing songs and making art Right here beside you Everywhere I walk I trip or stumble Every word I speak I slur or mumble Getting drunk off my ass on cheap wine It’s the Atwater Village Shuffle I used to dream of piles of gold I guess there’s some nights that I still do But it ain’t half bad - writing songs and making art Right here beside you
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Hairpin Trigger Ft. Brett Ayala Jones 03:02
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Man, you’re dumb as hell, but i love you till the end Breaking the terms of your probation again and again Jumping that truck into the ocean A local legend for sure You were at times a tragic figure A loaded gun with a hairpin trigger Born trash, always gonna be trash You can’t have a future because you’re caught up in your past Born trash, always gonna be trash I used to have high hopes The ones I had a slipping fast Brett: Some luck you make but that’s some luck you had The junk was good the fentanyl was all bad The ones inside watching the world burn out Won’t shake your hands - afraid to get germs on them It’s crazy how quick shit gets normalized One day you’re burying your friend the next you’re fearing for your life You were at times a tragic figure Your band got big, but your habit got bigger Born trash, always gonna be trash You can’t have a future because you’re caught up in your past Born trash, always gonna be trash I used to have high hopes The ones I had a slipping fast Me: King of the world Top of my game That’s how I felt There’s something deeply wrong with my brain Big plans gone up in smoke I started pawning off everything that I own Watching momma hold back tears as she learned Her son was a criminal I was at times a tragic figure A loaded gun with a hairpin trigger Born trash, always gonna be trash You can’t have a future because you’re caught up in your past Born trash, always gonna be trash I used to have high hopes The ones I had a slipping fast
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Rotten Luck 02:26
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Rotten luck You said living like that would only get me in trouble I tried to be a gentleman, but I can’t get my mind out the gutter I’m lowdown and broke if you know what I mean I was reduced to stealing gasoline I ain’t getting in fights with strangers on public transportation anymore I ain’t passing out blackout drunk on the bathroom floor I guess I finally got my act together got my ducks in a row Now let’s watch them all fall apart - that’s the way that it goes We been smoking bowl after bowl Watch the tube while we’re getting stoned There ain’t nothing going on in my life right now, I know I spent everything I had on a game of chance Now I’m sitting here on this curb with my head in my hands Grew up dumb and oblivious To all the trouble that is always seem to end up in And I don’t want to go to jail I just want to make a buck Have you ever seen a criminal with such rotten luck I might miss a lyric I might miss a beat But there ain’t a man alive that can talk like me I got a mouth full of rotten stories right behind my teeth I see you crossing to the other side when I’m walking down the street
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Crime Spree 03:04
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Here we go again The drugs are finally kicking in I was catching a buzz Now I’m borderline belligerent Stealing statues from my neighbors yard Spray paint both of our initials in a heart Kicking mirrors off as I pass by cars And I’m so sorry baby But I’m on a crime spree You’ll have to forgive me For living so recklessly She was tough as nails She had daggers in her eyes Yeah, she was around And I was killing time I heard she’s down in Texas Bending neon signs She was once a love of mine Here we go again My life is just a long weekend I tried my best, but it don’t amount to dog shit in the end I ain’t afraid of death I guess that’s how I got this far Man, why’d you have to go and steal such a beat up car? And I’m so sorry baby But I’m on a crime spree You’ll have to forgive me For living so recklessly
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Writing Songs And Making Art 03:03
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Stumbling down the street It’s barely afternoon But I’m Black our drunk On fountain avenue It’s a swing and a miss That’s how it always goes What’s a guy gotta do round here To get stoned? We just got started it’s the end of the line It was short but sweet it was a hell of a ride You’re here for a second Then you die Writing songs and making art That’s how I choose to spend my time The streets are paved with gold And lined with mansions When No one’s looking this whole city dances The palm trees sway - it’s a big parade Moving and shaking in LA And I fell for it like a child Those neon lights will drive you wild Writing songs and making art That’s how I choose to spend my time
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Going Wrong 02:19
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Not a whole lot going on Everything that is, has been going wrong You say that I’m a bad seed Little old me I’m playing solitaire while I watch tv I’m losing every game I play and it’s fine by me Well I’d hate to bother you, but I’m in town again And I can’t remember where we buried those necklaces “It’s been a while, how ya been?” If we could skip the small talk I just need to know where to dig So tell me where they is. I’m in a pinch I got a key to that old motel across from the beach That should keep me out of trouble for at least a week Man, I ain’t never got nothing done when I wasn’t in a rush Seems like half of these metaphors don’t hold up when I’m not on drugs Now it feels like I lost my touch or I’m running low on luck
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Getting The New One Down Ft. Sofia Wolfson 03:35
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You said ambition would bring me harm I guess that's twice now I broke my arm You watched me beat myself to death then I put it in a song Benny aint the same since he left the joint Susan wants to start an art space in Detroit They won't shut up about the politics of art man, them fuckers lost the point You can take it you can leave it I spend most my time daydreaming call it a colossal waste of time but that aint the way I see it Fiddling with words Pushing paint around nothing else matters when I'm getting the new one down Sofia Wolfson: You said you're thinking of moving west your bedroom makes you feel on house arrest can't help but feel it's so ironic because you always hate it here Maybe Benny will come around then all of us can find some common ground everyone will sign my cast these shallow wounds gotta heal You can take it you can leave it I spend most my time daydreaming call it a colossal waste of time but that aint the way I see it Fiddling with words Pushing paint around nothing else matters when I'm getting the new one down
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Lazy 02:44
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Lazy Well, don’t count on me now, baby I don’t know how I got so lazy I ain’t worked a job in seven years Sold that necklace to the cash for gold Owned off every other thing I owned Sting together a couple pretty words Then I carve them in stone And I could probably mellow out for a little bit If I wasn’t always hopped up on Ritalin Always looking for a fix time to take another hit Just something to get me through another boring magic trick We drank beer and we watched the waves We talked about the worst case taking place And all the hoops I’d have to jump through to save face We walked a block then another block Hit a shady bar then another bar While we walked we smoked cheap cigars and I listened to you talk About the boys that you had left And the way that you treated them How you wanted to be a dancer But ya ain’t got the right feet for it I went looking for experience So I moved around But the novelty always wore off And it brought me down I went looking for money And that’s what I found I got everything I ever wanted And I’m still let down
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The Devil Cant Stop Laughing 02:50
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So I found myself in a parking lot Lying my ass off to a swarm of cops While my buddies destroyed some evidence that would land us in jail In that river behind john’s house Seems like every game I’ve played I’ve lost I’m still thinking the same old thoughts I think when I was 17 in that Carolina town Seems like everything’s a swing and a miss Well, ever since I was a kid it feels like I could never grasp the trouble I was in I was never the bright one Can’t accuse me of that But I got good at fighting And talking out my ass But I’m making paintings of the devil again What an awful shape that I’m in Oh the Devil cant stop laughing At all the things that happen to me Got a whole world in my head Got my woman in my bed And I don’t know how it happened But I got love for both of them And if you’re cool with that We can waste away for months Or we could just chill out We could do what you want Oh the Devil cant stop laughing At all the things that happen to me Wrong time wrong place That’s where I always happen to be
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One Foot On A Banana Peel 02:20
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Seems like the rent is always due I can't hold onto any cash wish I was huffing exhaust praying my next breath would be my last I couldn't get it to work out always seem to let you down but it sounds a lot worse when you say it out loud Darlin, I was a train wreck way back when we first met that's true but I've gotten a lot quicker a lot more put together since I met you She said I'm a bad apple that I'm spoiled rotten that I'll get what's coming to me You can be careful as you cross the street but these things happen in threes there's this girl that I dream of from long ago that I hardly ever knew I put her up on a pedestal then she broke my heart in two You can take me to hell in a hand basket I won't complain even a little bit it's so insane watching the debt get paid I got one foot on a banana peel I got the other in the grave I got one foot on a banana peel I got the other in the grave
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You Don’t Call My Phone When You’re In LA 03:08
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You can keep it up, but don’t slow it down What happened to the kid that always used to hang around I heard they broke his legs because he was counting cards I can’t recognize a single person in this bar I tried my best, but I still fell short I fall off the wagon every time I get bored They say the best revenge is living well But everywhere I go, it’s just a living hell You were a lot more fun before that car wreck And I try to understand because I know you can’t help it Feel real bad about all you’ve been going through But everything is different and I know that you know it, dude I lost my mind about a year ago I thought the FBI was talking through my telephone You’re hard to understand when you’re talking fast You try your best, but you always seem to come in last The things I couldn’t say, well, they were written on my face But how’d you ever know when you’re a million miles away You don’t call my phone when you’re in LA I ain’t qualified to do almost anything at all because I never finished school And I could never hold a job You don’t call my phone when you’re in LA I used to tune it out, but now it’s keeping pace There are parts of town where I still can’t show my face I spent all I had, just getting drunk or stoned I ain’t got nothing left to sell to the cash for gold The things I couldn’t say, well, they were written on my face But how’d you ever know when you’re a million miles away You don’t call my phone when you’re in LA I ain’t qualified to do almost anything at all because I never finished school And I could never hold a job You don’t call my phone when you’re in LA
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Big Rock Candy Mountains 01:55
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LAX Vs. Route 66 03:49
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The streets are paved with gold and lined with mansions When no one’s looking this whole city dances The best of it was built with brick and romance, slight of hand, and second chances The pictures look as good as the theaters They play em back to back as double features Well, hard work hold up and cutting corner don’t I don’t know who built the pyramids, but I know who won’t All the bars in this town go on for days While the drunks inside go on in the same way Woulda shoulda coulda shared the same name Because no one’s got a bone to pick with fourth place The real killers, well, they hide in the hills When they see perfect symmetry, they fire at will It ain’t hard to make it look easy When you’re only picking limbs off of daffodils If it looks good, but it don’t look evenly Well, it was probably made by boring people If I wasn’t dead serious about this love Well, it’s cost a lot less if we just lost touch If the money wasn’t passed down to some dumb fuck Well, it was stolen by a broke one who knows what’s what If I’m going to hell in a hand basket and all I see is trash, this shit ain’t built to last Well, in the same spot a whisper gets real loud A license to kill is given out The roughest and dumbest are born into thought So an eagerness to do it, well, it can’t be bought They’re full of love for life in the middle Fourth fret, third string, second fiddle But if it can’t be sold and it can’t be bought, they’re all cold and broke at the bottom and the top Every waitress on the road back home has a dream, a couple kids, and a song to sing There ain’t a trucker in this country that cares where he’s headed, they’ve always been running from the same damn thing And it’s far from easy looking into hearts so broke and eyes so tired Clothes so tattered and brains hard wired But I put my faith in the defeated, honest woman And I put every single cent that I still got to my name on that delusional rambling liar So if the clouds are really bullet proof Then let the rest be cleansed with fire If you’re really gonna bother pushing that rock back up that mountain, you better do it with style If you drive until you’re tired All you’re gonna find Is a whole lot of nothing Protected by a thin barbed wire So take your time Don’t cross that line Because if you do You’ll lose your mind
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Pretty Pictures 00:52
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Well, I wasn’t good at nothing for a long long while But I could draw a pretty picture pretty quick Yeah, I sold the ones I made I guess a couple got me laid But I could never figure out what they all meant Well, it’s painfully weird To put your heart into something And have it come out all wrong You’d be better off with nothing But when it hits, well, it hits hard There ain’t nothing in this world like making art
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Three Simple Chords (free) 01:45
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Well, I wasn't no good since I was a kid I got in heaps of trouble for the things I did I put both my parents through hell Well, I've gotten worse at guitar since I moved out here you can blame it on the weed or the drinking beer but I never needed much to get the job done I play these three simple chords I've done it for years and years and years and still aint bored I sing some awful honest words but I'd be mortified if you ever heard I got this buddy his name is Mason He takes the songs I write and he makes them halfway decent He's the best session player this side of WEHO He uses Gumby playing guitar as his alter EGO I play these three simple chords I've done it for years and years and years and still aint bored I sing some awful honest words Then Mason plays guitar and makes it work
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I Came Here Looking For Glory (free) 00:56
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Man, you aint no fun to drink with since you started making art There was a time that I'd dispute that claim then I crashed my car Those manic episodes well, they landed me in jail I got sober for a year then I started drinking beer then it's back to my old ways Man, I aint no good there's some truth to that look it up in a book you'll find my ugly mug just looking back Man, the songs don't rhyme when I aint smoking grass so if I buy a dime to write a couple lines you can kiss my ass I came here looking for glory now I'm looking for a fix there was a time that is was clear as day but now I don't know the difference

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