Rip in Peace

by Bad Times

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released December 8, 2016

Recorded by Britt Robisheaux at Cloudland Recording in Fort Worth TX


Alex Atchley - Guitar, Vocals
Donovan Ford - Bass, Vocals
Ryan Schefsky - Drums


Tracks 1, 2, 3, 4, 6 written by Alex Atchley
Track 5 written by Donovan Ford
Track 7 written by Early Lines

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Track Name: After All, It's Just a Song
Somethings trapped inside
Twisting all in sight
I know that something's wrong
Write it in a song
Nothing's what I speak
Silence isn't weak
Truth I know is wrong
Write it in a song

And if I were to say the words
All would be undone
So I'll scream incoherently
Into a microphone
And you'll look dead into my eyes,
the words will pass right through
And I would do anything
To disguise the truth

I am just afraid
of the words I'd say
Words that only harm
written in a song
Clutch the empty space
between us every day
I know that this is wrong
My instinct's always wrong

And if I were to say the words
All would be undone
So I'll scream incoherently
Into a microphone
And you'll look dead into my eyes,
words will pass right through
And I would do anything
To disguise the truth
written in a song
Write it in a song
After all, it's just a song.
After all, it's just a song.
After all, it's just a song.
Track Name: Worm
Thanks for letting me crash last night
I finally got some goddamn rest
And I could match your breathing
And I'm dreading sleeping alone again

Alone again

We're alone, laying in the dark again
Are those your hands around my neck?
And I could match your breathing
And I'm dreading sleeping alone again

Alone again

I'm wriggling around
Track Name: Whataburger is a Beautiful Place, and I Am No Longer Afraid to Die
I can't come to work today,
'cause I did not plan to be awake
And I'm not going out my way
to do my best
When I did not expect to
draw another breath

I can't come to work like this
it's just another day like this
Every day is the same: heart breaking, pointless
Every day is the same until I draw my last breath

And I can't guarantee
That I will be
Ready tomorrow
Ready tomorrow
Ready tomorrow
Ready tomorrow
and I don't want to wake up
and I don't want to wake up
and I don't want to wake up
tomorrow

wake up
Track Name: Halfway Home
You can call and I'll try
to say something smart.
You can talk talk talk all night
and I'll bury it inside.
Just bear in mind that I am not your keeper
But I'll let you stay for a while
Just bear in mind that you are not alone
But I can't be your halfway home.
Track Name: White-Knuckle Thrill Ride
In certain circles, I am noted.
And, for that, I am elated
Not to feel so fucking loaded,
And to feel so fucking hated.

See you there inside.

Snapdragons and a lotus.
"Front door is fucking gated!"
And you think that I would notice,
But I couldn't find a way in.

Now call an academic.
Call three doctors and a sadist.
They'll tell you "It's systemic,
And it really hurts to say this."
Track Name: Bathing in the Blue Light
Bathing in the blue light
of my secret room
hoping no one spots me there.
But I'm hoping that you'll find me
I'm hoping that you will
come and run your fingers through my hair

Hiding in the covers
of the hanging tree
Tendril branches in the wind
I'm hiding from my loved ones
From their concerned gaze
Don't you dare remind me why
I Shouldn't feel this way

Curling up tighter
Bathing in the blue light
Making myself smaller
Bathing in the blue light
Track Name: NPR
I'd like to be a social worker
but I'm not qualified at all
I'd hang with all the kids
I'd play cards and basketball
I'd like to apologize for what my country does every day
I'd like to do something about it, but you know I'd only get in the way
And, oh
How am I going to deal with this, for the rest of my life?
And, oh
I really dig pens, but I hate guns and knives, hey, hey

I'd like to be a social worker, but I'm not qualified at all
I'd hang with all the refugees; I'd play cards and basketball
I'd like to apologize for the actions of the USA
I'd like to do something about it but you know I'd only get in the way
And, oh
How am I going to deal with this
For the rest of my life?
And, oh
I really dig pens but I hate guns and knives hey, hey