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released October 18, 2011

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Track Name: Colin Bugbee - Glory, Glory
This bottle is my new best friend
because my old friends left me for a closet-kept leather suitcase
that my mother will find when she hauls all my shit
down to the street in exchange for rent
and i'm sure she wants back that travelin' bag.

and I'll box my records up in the attic
cause the winos have been begging to get at them
and so is the gun and pawn on the boulevard.

We sing
glory, glory, hallelujah
the devil's out roaming the streets.
Singin'
glory, glory, hallelujah
I guess that bastard's out
he's a'looking for me.

If you close your eyes is it easier
to wave goodbye, shift in reverse
and never return

Well, farewell pops I'll take of ma
I'll make up for when we were growin' up
on the farm on the outskirts of town.

If you drink away everything they say
then hell becomes some real place
and the pews flood with refugees.

Dad I hope everything works out
like you taught me down in the deep south
and all those promises are redeemed.

If you get a chance could you ask your friend
why my grandparents are 86
and he crippled your fifties
justify that for me

We'll sing
glory, glory, hallelujah
the devil's out roaming the streets
Singin'
glory, glory, hallelujah
he's the best friend I got that never leaves
Track Name: Colin Bugbee - 21 Overnight
Me and my friends we run around, rolled down the blanket steps of town
left home, it shot us down
left every woman that we've found
on a record player or three nights of wine

County road in a dodge van
to an underground apartment
Tell there's a long road ahead if you look behind

We came a long way
to the first beer of the new year
feet on the ground alright
we turned 21 overnight
turned 21 overnight

You can call it a hydrogen tank
picked me up to the high cieling
whiskey-flooded veins forget the blood

and trouble runs with us
every night he wakes up
with a thirst for something new,
maybe a brown-haired girl that'll smile at you
Track Name: Colin Bugbee - Babe, I'm Goddamn Sorry
And I'm so sorry, I was just a kid in love
This empty stomach's been hanging around all month

You say you want a man with money
The kind that I don't have and don't care to have
And you say you want to just be happy
And that don't happen with me, no

And I'm so sorry, I am up in the clouds
And I hope to god, I don't come down tonight
I know these things will kill me
But I haven't learned my lesson
And I still don't really care for goodbyes

I've been smoking in the closet
dreaming of rocky top Tennessee
If you still love all of my dress shirts,
they no longer smell like me
I've been smoking in the closet,
dreaming of rocky top Tennessee
If you still love all of my dress shirts,
I'm so, very goddamn sorry

I'm not the man to sleep all night and hold you tight

I'm not the man, I'm not your man
I'm not the man
Track Name: Los Angeles (Demo)
Los Angeles, I think I'll be okay
Without your movie queens and TV screens,
Oh, I think I'll be okay.

Ma, I put the snakes down in the basement
Where they won't bother the baby no more.
I threw out the box that kept your eyelids from closing their holy chapel doors.

Los Angeles, I think I'll be okay
Without your movie queens and TV screens,
Oh, I think I'll be okay.

Sister Mary, show me all the people
You have collapsed between your palms.
The trick you used to calm me in the nursery,
Still calms the rebel in me down.

Grandma Grace, don't you worry
I think we'll be okay.
Track Name: Colin Bugbee - Caroline Greene (Demo)
The coffee pot boils to the silk of your toes on the tile
Ash the table with your Marlboro Milds
I've been cooking the usual since you fluttered in the door
And that good morning smile tried to lift my feet right off the floor

And I'll clean up your messes, I'll wash all the dishes
if you told me you keep making them for me
And I'll clean up your messes, I'll wash all the dishes
Have a good morning, Caroline Greene

Caroline, can I ride in your blue Chevrolet
Wherever you're headed or maybe we'll just move away

Good morning, Caroline Greene
Track Name: Colin Bugbee - You Got Me Thinking (Demo)
Doctor won't you treat a man who's hands are spilling blood?
They're pooling in my carpet and they're boiling in the sun,
Will you treat a man who's up to no good?

The sand a'top the burning bush was warm on my skin
And I guess that is good enough to get me believing
Well, I think I see your tricks turning.

The trees that sway above my head also curl beneath my boots
And the king who thinks he's Everything, forgot to mold his roots
and went tumbling down, tumbling down

You got me thinkin', you got me thinkin' that I'm wrong
You got me thinkin' that I don't know nothing at all
You got me thinkin', you got me thinkin' that I'm wrong
and I'm thinking I don't know nothing at all

Faith, I'm jealous of the boys you're drinking with
and Love, I meant to send you that ceramic wedding gift
please don't hold it against me

Morning, won't you please just stay away from me
I'm dreaming off these lortabs and I'm screaming in my sleep
I just don't want my friends to see me
Track Name: Colin Bugbee - Mail-Order Magazine (Demo)
I know I’m not your mother,
I care about more than your health.
And I know I’m not your brother,
But I’m really mad at Dad for what you’ve done.

I spilled a mystery drink on the boots you bought me from that mail-order magazine
You found me drunk on the steps
Trying to light my cigarettes in the Tennessee Valley breeze.
If you want me, then wake me tomorrow.

Well I know I’m not your friend
Cause I don’t give a shit how you’ve been.
I’m just some washed-up government,
Trying my best to keep tabs on what you’re doing.

There’s a mystery drink on the boots you bought me from that mail-order magazine
You found me drunk on the steps,
Trying to light my cigarettes in the Tennessee Valley breeze.
If you want me, then wake me tomorrow
I’ll get to know you then.
We’ll finish off all the bottles until the sun quits peeking in.
And if you want me, then wake me tomorrow again.

So go, lock my pictures in the drawer.
And do the things you refused to do before.
Bastards smoke and drink because forgiveness ain’t sobering.
You said you can’t handle me with a dealer and strong drinks.
You’re a boomerang.
You’ll see.