Wasting

by smizmar

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about

This album: recorded in Athens, OH at various locations both near and far from the banks of the Hocking.

credits

released October 12, 2018

smizmar is:

W. Gilbert
H. Allen

additional personnel:
Augie Streatfeild (viola, string arrangements)
Allison DeWitt (backing vocals, keys)

Tracked and Mixed by Wes Gilbert

Mastered by Dillon Olmedo, Harcourt Mastering
www.facebook.com/harcourtmasteringmixing/

Photography and Cover Design by Matt Allen

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Smizmar is a moody rock band from Athens, OH

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Track Name: trippin
i'm still slurrin' & mumblin' words
trippin' over all my subjects & verbs
predicated on this bullshit i feed myself

it's not your fault

nobody ever gets what they deserve
noone ever wants the things they've earned
always reaching right over their heads

or not at all

you are the reason that i feel alive
you were the reason that i wanted to die
i've lived alone now i don't want to die alone
Track Name: tidsoptimism
i found you but it's too late
Track Name: vices
when i paint my toes with pretty colors
who exactly am i tryin' to be
when i say that i'm fine even though i suffer
who gets hurt by the words that i speak

when i use up all my savings
'cause every day's a celebration
even though my heart is aching
i'll knock one back
and i'll fire one up

when my job tells me that i'm doing fine
success is the furthest thing from my mind
a toothless mouth like a watermelon rind
now i'm torchin' the sunday funnies just to pass the time

when i'm out livin' on the street
raising strays on organ meat
maybe it's the stench coming from my feet
that makes me knock one back and fire one up

i wanna understand what's happening outside these walls
i wanna learn the secret to getting out of my own head
and could it be that i simply missed the forest for the trees
or when i was blacked-out, passed-out, did i clear cut the whole damn thing

it's the trade-off of this vice
i'm half as good but i'm twice as nice
still couldn't quell my apetite so I will
Track Name: departures
i say i wanna leave all the time
just not any time soon
feet fixed firmly to the floor
i'm swaying side to side
creating the illusion to myself
i'm doing something with my time

who determines what a life's worth
who puts value on your life's work

couldn't get a grip or grasp an edge
i tumble to the floor
i'm in a canyon steady sittin' on a ledge
i dangle my legs toward
the abyss although i know it's not the end
i'll live it again so unfair, but i don't care
cause if you force it, then it's just pity
Track Name: short trip
a short trip; a long ride
what's this supposed to be
a loose grip on a tangent
to reality
i made it; i found it
where i want to be
i can't stay and i won't go
ambiguity

i can one day hope to take care of myself
so won't you please tell me that you will take care of yourself

we sat there
picking away at the skin of our teeth
we blew it; now we chew with bloody stumps
and i couldn't wake up from such a dream
my body wouldn't let me leave my bed
i laid there and thought
"what kind of cruel joke is this"
and I fell back asleep
i knew i'd get a late start, a reprimand for showing up so tardy all the time
Track Name: mothsong_stasis
what are you doing?
Track Name: idiot
sometimes i feel like the kool-aid man
the way i barge in on conversations
and how i fucked up your family's basement
still the kids love it, oh yeah

sometimes i feel like a voodoo doll
the way you stuck pins into me
now and again i barely bleed
yeah that killed me

sometimes i feel like a big dumb idiot
the way i'm wasting all my time
been this way since i was five
still haven't learned nothin

sometimes i feel like my grandma's dog
stuffed into a garbage sack
underneath a plot of grass
and still i don't see the light

if it were easy it wouldn't be worth it
if it were easy it woulnd't be worth a damn thing at all
Track Name: sans
goodbye; they'd like me removed from their sight
high time i see myself home
searching the edge to find a new point
of reference to understand those that can't reap what they sow

what's sacred to them doesn't mean shit to me
if it helps then it helps; i won't hold it against you

hello again; without you i can't seem to function
rope tied 'round my wrists; the blinders are on
and i'm led by a ghost i can't name

and i don't care where i end up when this is all over