Ashtray Landscape
by Gabe Hayden
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Paint
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Low
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Polaris
04:15
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Moment
03:17
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Tambourine
03:14
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Wasted
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Guns
02:45
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The Coca-Rollers
00:32
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Cassette Culture
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Bunny Ears
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Brains
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Iron Eyes Brody
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Look/Don't Look
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about
The first solo effort by Gabe Hayden of Temple Super Cool Quits and The Blue Dragon Boulevard Kids. There's some strange shit going down round here folks, so plug in and fuck it up.
credits
released June 23, 2015
Gabe Hayden - Guitar, Harmonica, Keyboard, Drums, Drum Programming, Vocals, Field Recordings, Production
Griffin Wanbaugh - co-production on "Iron Eyes Brody"
Nicholas Flamingo and Brody - Vocals on "The Coca-Rollers"
All songs written, arranged, and produced by Gabe Hayden
Gabe Hayden - Guitar, Harmonica, Keyboard, Drums, Drum Programming, Vocals, Field Recordings, Production
Griffin Wanbaugh - co-production on "Iron Eyes Brody"
Nicholas Flamingo and Brody - Vocals on "The Coca-Rollers"
All songs written, arranged, and produced by Gabe Hayden
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Drug Dog Records Lansing Charter Township, Michigan
Label in Lansing. We'll put out any music we like, regardless of genre.
Home to:
Temple Super Cool
Quits
The Bob Chilsen Experience
Gabe Hayden
Dyno Gee
The Blue Dragon Boulevard Kids
The Popcorn Pop-Off Experience
and more
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Mar 2016 -
Mar 2016 -
Dec 2015 -
Nov 2015
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- Track Name: Paint
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Oh, why did you waste your time
Years and years in a small town
I sat by the river in the sun
While you cursed each cloud that went by
And I would dream of the water tower crashing to the ground
And you would dream of knocking it over
Why did you waste your time
Winter passes with cruelty
And I pass through winter
Did you ask what to do, each
Day you sat in the school saying
One day I’ll get out of this town
While I desperately tried to get out of my chair
While I desperately tried to leave high school behind
Why did we waste our time
What did we see happening there
Oh, don’t tell me it’s on the tip of my tongue
Oh, don’t talk, I’ll lose it
Stay here and stare
Make me aware
When it’s time to get up
Then if I’ve had enough
I’ll walk to the edge and touch the sign
And peel off the old green paint - Track Name: Low
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Get low, get low low low
Get low, get low low low
Get low, get low low low
Get low, get low low low
Let, let me do more, let me move on
Let, let me move on, do more, move on, do more, move on
Let, let your puppy boy learn more
Let Kentucky boy learn more
Get low, get low low low
I smell like an ashtray and that’s okay by me
Get low low low
I smell like an ashtray and that’s okay by me
Get low low low
I smell like an ashtray and that’s okay by me
Get low low la low
Ashtray, bad day, mad maybe, maybe, maybe
Get low, get low low low
Get low, get low low low
Get low, get low low low
Get low, get low low low
Lost me, sorry you lost me
Sorry you lost me again, got me ahead
Of my thoughts, even at loss, we can get ahead
Ahead, ahead, ahead, it’s this coffee
Sorry you lost me, I’m in my head and I’ve disappeared
I’m in my head and it’s not the first time that I’ve been here
Get low, get low low low
My head’s in the ashtray, last awake again
Get low, get low low low
My head’s in the ashtray, fast fading again
Get low, get low low low
I smell like an ashtray, and that’s just great I guess
Get low, get low low low
Ashtray, good day, mad maybe maybe maybe
Get low, get low low low
Get low, get low low low
Get low, get low low low
Get low, get low low low
Let me move on, let me move on
Let, let me move on, get low, do more, move on, get low
Get, get low, get low
Let your puppy boy get low
Let Kentucky boy get low
Let your puppy boy get low
Let me move on - Track Name: Polaris
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I'm descending into noncorporeality
Polaris staring down at me
I'm having trouble sleeping
And I'm having trouble telling the difference between my dreams and
The hell that I'm living
And everything is a-okay
When my head is on the pillow, in the clouds,
And out of everyone's way
Out of everybody's way
I'm evolving into something that I don't understand
I've been walking around half asleep with my hands
In my pockets playing imaginary keyboards
And having scary dreams or whatever
Is it better this way? I can't tell
If I'm dead, awake, asleep, or in hell
But the bed is so warm
WAKE THE FUCK UP - Track Name: Moment
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Heat envelops like a treatment for well up of a season, dispels the heavy breathing, the many seething fits, the reading I didn’t do, the coffee I didn’t drink brought me to sit and think when the winter has withered, the pinched nerve subsides, the cigarettes hiding in my zippered side pocket skyrocket me at 4am through the doorway then to my foray’s end where the poor days spent wasted dragging sore, Amen, taste this relief, they this to me say the sister trees and the river, the breeze delivers disease in the sliver of pop sizzle sliding into the back of my throat, what little writhing in paradise singing in the stagnant emotion, ragged, encroached on in the past but it’s over, glad to be sold on the moment, hold on, to own it I’d fold, all my goings on dropped and lone but not lonely open Pandora’s moment and for once rush with the rapids, jumping off that bridge
Eyes wide with a two liter of what the fuck ever, my lifeline getting to weak to uphold or untether, eyes narrow, my spine spiraling, no arrow, my scarecrow marrow is terrible I don’t care though, guzzling soda and cremating packs, doubling over, struggling closer, want to really know that we can make it back to the freedom in the early dark dew like a surly spark flew through the pearly part to eat it in the grass, protected by eternity, gleaming sated at last, wreckage like I yearn to be, sweet mistaken trash, leave me in this last hour, expiring forever, miring the river of time, polluting the skies like the beautiful cry of a guttural earth at a falsetto heaven my, the spluttering mirth, when it all goes to level in the morning, I hear somebody mutter in Church or some just fucking desserts, like luck wasn’t a word, or fuck what one has heard, I’ll suck up when it burns and run amok undeterred, for love cuts at words scaring birds out of trees, I heave, believe me, these freeze, no matter how i plead, seethe, or breathe at them out, leave, let me speak you it isn’t that easy, you see
Burn my eyes staring at the stars in a moment
Spurn my cries, wear it like a scar in a moment
Burn my hand with a lit cigarette
Turn my sand to a story and my story to sand - Track Name: Tambourine
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Can’t you see
I’m done now rambling
I have no plans to be
A different kind of man
Believe me, I know you’ll say it’s
Sad to see
But actually
I can’t stand it
Why rant and spit
When its so clear, that you’re just banging on your
Tambourine
Tambourine
Is it not enough that I have put up with incessance, its a
Manically
Tangibly
Useless exercise, I am no Brutus to your lies, I'm not your fantasy
I’m not your tambourine
And you can believe
That you’re not what you are, so play your
Tambourine
You may not answer me
With it’s parasitic jingle anymore, I’m sick of everything you are - Track Name: Guns
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I never liked to play with guns
Why?
I know they made you oh so happy you could cry
I never liked to play with guns
And I don't know why
Can't give you one good reason why
I've never burned a building down
But I hear it's fun
Until you're staring down the barrel of a gun
And no, you're not tonight's first one
You're almost done
Oh boy, your eyes must weigh a ton
When smoke is pouring out your ears
And we don't know why
You know we all just get so frightened we could die
And now we smile at each other
But we don't know why
Can't give you one good reason why
La la la
I never liked to play with guns
Why?
I know they made you oh so happy you could cry
I never liked to play with guns
And I don't know why
Can't give you one good reason why
So pull the trigger on your gun
Cause I'm sure that's fine
With one who hasn't been your lover and your enemy at one time
To get that song out of your head and put a bullet into mine
Well, don't we all feel fucking fine?
La la la
Shoo be doop
Boom boom bang bang - Track Name: 5 A.M. Eulogy for a Dying Planet
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Now I know she says her prayers for me
I heard the way she said my name
Imbued with divine pretense
Like rain in an unfilled grave
Some inevitable call
I can’t begin to fathom
As if I’ve been swallowed
I can’t understand this chasm
Fit to be spoken of
Like I’m not in the room
Like I’m not in the room
O
Now I know she isn’t scared of me
She’s simply very scared
I could see in her trembles
She cares, however she fares
Some inevitable cry
I can’t begin to answer
As if I’ve been mistaken
Glanced at like cancer
Fit to be spoken of
Like I’m not all right
Like I’m not all right
O
I hung tree ornaments
I was free
I brought these for us
But it’s me
Leave me be
I sung lullabies to no one
It's torture, it's cruel
It's more than all
The horrors, you’ll
Be opening your eyes one morning
Suddenly you’ll know
That I was gone
Long ago
Now I know she isn’t angry with me
I heard the way she said my name
Not with bile or fury
Just the same as she did when she sang - Track Name: Bunny Ears
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Cross eyed bunny ears
Singing songs no one hears
Papers stained with laughter and tears
Floating on through the years
As they’re committed to the blank white space
Ruled lines are a cage
Can’t confine your rage
Sweet cyan, meet in silence
Gazebo kissing crying
Quiet devotion, mild elation
Liquor buying
No hope you’ll cope
You can recognize a trope
Beating a baseball bat on your bones
And I think you’l feel better as a libertine
That way I’d put you out with just my mouth
And I think you’ll feel better if you go down in December
Cause that’s when all the freaky folks come out
And are you ready for your education
Am I the Christmas in your eyes that you are in mine
And I’ll feel better when were in some different weather
Cause theres a hole inside of me that somehow had slipped my mind
Shitty hair alley air
Gave me such a fucking scare
Wishing that you knew your directions when you don’t know
Where you are or where you’re supposed to be
Cause you’re drunk off your ass in the street with me
And I’ll make you feel better as your libertine
Do with me whatever you imagine
And it makes you feel better when the trees fall to december
Cause thats when all my fantasies come crashing
And are you ready for your occupation
My educations not complete
And we’ll feel better when we’re in some different weather
Cause there’s hole inside of me that can’t be filled with anything
Not even you
And you say it’s not the same when it’s all neat and arranged
And you say it’s not the same when everything is explained
And I say that it’s the same as being dead
To not know who’s holding the gun to your head
Cross eyed bunny ears
No ones home no ones here
Better tell you all that I can before you gotta disappear again back out of the drive
To save your life you’ve eaten mine
And I wish that I could say I’m not a libertine
But I’ll put myself right out with just my mind
And it makes me feel better when you slip out of your sweater
And help me leave my everything behind
And I don’t think I’m ready for anything at all
I think I might as well be dead, it’s a goddamn shame
That I spent so much time trying to get to know you
I would trade it in an instant for just one more lonely day away - Track Name: Brains
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Some people say I made it this far
Some people say that I should knock it all off
Some people latch on like leeches
In fleeces, I wish that I didn’t need it so much
I used to want to be a lumberjack
With an ugly wife in the woods somewhere
I used to want to be your lover, that’s over
Everything ends but me
I should blow my brains out
I should kill again
I never knew that this shit was like the flu
No one eve told me I’d be like this forever
I guess her few experiences were too
Much like something else
I think I used to be the wunderkind
With an ugly life that I didn’t understand
I speak with the trees now, other than
That, I love it in prison, i love it in Michigan
I should blow my brains out
I should kill again
I should blow my brains out, my brains out
I should blow it off - Track Name: Iron Eyes Brody
- Replaced by a stare my face, lined and bare, space-time declared with grace chimed and chaired, to pace pine and cherish, face lies and perish, race time and care, a cage like a marriage, with a dandelion behind your ear, I can’t deny it this time of year, I fantasize it’s this kind of weather that tantalizes me, I’m disheveled maybe yes, but I revel baby, blessed by the trees, caressed by the breeze, the devil may be traveled may be dressed, but he’ll never lay to rest till the pebbles make him test revelry in grass, when the puddles form, then the thunderstorms, it’s a wonder you’re not in love, but for, whatever underscored thought I’m stuck adoring from up here, the northern summer implores Employees only, don’t be grown, be uprooted, what due did busy work and frizzy talk, did you walk into the sod, Michigan blood, this isn’t what’s sickening, up perk your ears, circus fears, sparked interiors, learned to steer into words that trickle, firm and special, you’re that sepulcher, at several times daily, I’d gladly jump into my own grave, pine for pine time after time don’t wait up, I’m buried in the fields, staring at the reels zipping on the zeal-stricken helium heaven, feeling untethered floating up knowing what no one wants to hope is not, unfocused, fraught, choked up and opened cut like a coconut, roped into none of my business
- Track Name: I Used to Write a Lot of Songs
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I used to write a lot of songs
I used to have a lot of things to say
When I was okay
People say that torture’s inspiration, well they’re wrong
Because torture is when I can’t write a song
I used to write a lot of songs
I used to write bad lyrics all damn day
What can i say?
I thought that I would never hit my wall but I was wrong
Cause theres no time anymore to write my songs
I fell in love a lot and I just sang about that grand old drug
The only one thats ever made me redefine my life
But then when it all leaves you behind
And you lose your goddamn mind
Where do you go? Do you pervert your only memory?
And then one day i found
I couldn’t write a single song
I couldn’t find the words that made me cry
I didn’t know why
And then I thought my well was dry for good but I was wrong
Because I’m here, and I’ve brought all my songs along
Because I’m here, and I just wrote another song
