Lyrics

PRETTY GOOD

1. My Crass Patch


Be my American steam
Be my Jean Seberg and my new French queen
Be my Breathless scream
Be what I look for in everything

Be the newest widow’s still worn wedding ring
Be a photo of autumn leaves on the first day of spring
Chapped lips, don’t change a thing
Don’t change a thing

Be my change,
don’t change a thing
Be my change,
don’t change a thing
Be the harvest moon that makes Jupiter sore
Be the kind of work I’ve spent my life working for
Be my drunkest nights blackout peaceful sleep
Be my memories I wish I could keep
(don’t change a thing, don’t change a thing)

2. Can I Be Yr Deadbeat Boyfriend?

Now I sleep on a floor in a house
that I’ve never been in before
Kept company by the lack
Of what I remember about you
All the furniture’s lit up bright green
Something I know you’ll never see
Well maybe I should get some sunlight
But it’s just a yellow burden to me
You can break my bones
But you’re never coming home

You can only get hurt once
After that it’s a lack
of being self aware
So don’t come home

3. Boat Rich

When we finally find
the home we were searching for
we’ll write our initials
in rock formations
on the mountains
just like the cities we drove through
with so much
much more freedom

than here
than these
east coast constraints
could ever compare to.

But do you remember
that Philly porch panic attack
and the late night talks
on the balcony?

Well I’ve been finding comfort
spending the day time in bars,
watching how people in these cities act. Watching you play
pinball arcade games
while I put my legs up and relax.

I’m finally realizing
that home
doesn’t have an address

But do you remember
cherry cheeks on Chicago nights
And the late night talks
in other people’s living rooms

Pick out a postcard
(we’ll send it in the morning


But do you remember
sleeping sitting up
and the late night talks
in every state we’ve been in

I’m finally realizing
that home doesn’t have an address
It doesn’t have an address

4. No, We’re Not Actually


Visits used to be on holidays and weekends
now you’re always a phone call away from wherever you’re needed
for emergency speakings

A body on a stretcher, eyes rolled back and barely sleeping
tears in your voice, I’m trying to keep you from weeping.

Because everything will be fine, as long as I say so.
And everything will go right, as long as I say so.

There’s the prettiest view of the city from his bedside window
if you ignore what they’re for, these machines make the most beautiful glow
turn the lights out and go

Pillows under his head, make sure there is a steady blood flow
hold his hand tight, whisper goodbye slow

Because everything will be fine, as long as we say so.
And everything will go right, as long as we say so.

So we’ll tell him to stay young
Don’t die on me yet

Because I can’t bear to see him like this again
I keep thinking back to all of us in that kitchen on those mornings

Steady nights of sleeping
Steady nights of sleeping
Steady nights of sleeping
Oh how I miss those

Oh how I miss you

AMERICAN RADASS (this is important)

meanings to lyrics can be found here: http://www.sanctuaryreview.com/2012/08/track-by-track-dads-american-radass.html

1. If Your Song Title Has The Word “Beach” In It, I’m Not Listening to It
We water the plants even after they die, 
waste all our time in the helpless notion 
of shooting around in blankets of fog, 
eyes closed, shouting your name to no one. 
There’s a horror story in here somewhere 
but we are too apathetic to find it. 
We can pick out our faults enough to blame our parents, 
why can’t we blame ourselves?

 You, only you, can change yourself.

2. Get to the Beach!

You used to watch me while I’d drive, 
but now all you watch is 
how many exits until you’re home. 
It shouldn’t be this forced

to not act so upset every time I hear 
your name. 
Since you’ve left the home we made 
you’ve been out fucking someone else.

A permanent bee sting in my throat, 
I can’t ever catch my breath.

It’s not fair to tell me to cheer up

3. Honestly, Chroma Q&A 
I dwell on things that break my own heart, 
I think and think until I drink and drink, 
it’s the side of myself that I’m most comfortable with; 
the side of me that lets me sleep. 
I dwell on things to break my own heart 
because I could give a shit about how I think.

I just keep hoping my brain, my heart, and my guts will stop< 
don’t call me a coward when I say these things 
just be proud I’m not ashamed of who I am 
just be proud I’m not like you.

4. Aww, C’mon Guyz 
If this is such a joke 
then where is your punch line, 
discrimination isn’t funny 
and your audience is getting harder to find.

“We’re just having fun,” 
yeah I’ve heard that one before, 
it’s shock value humor 
when all you get is silence, you try for some more.

Well no one’s laughing here, 
open your mind and open your ears, 
think past your friends, think how far each word can go, 
think of how strangers see you, is this what you want to show?

There’s more than your circle, 
there are people you’ve never met. 
Look at what you’re projecting, 
the examples that you set.

Don’t try to tell me what punk is 
or just how you envision it. 
If this is how you will stay 
than your “scene” will have a division in it.

What about your heroes, 
the people you adore? 
If they heard what you were saying, 
>would they listen anymore?

What would your idols think?

5. Shit Twins 
There is a chest 
of skin, of drawers, 
with pictures of waterspouts 
coming out from the ocean and into the mainland 
where you once lived 
before 
when you were younger 
before 
you learned how to hope, want, or wish.

Your step became unsteady once, 
even more, 
every time you would stand on shrapnel. 
(Under your feet.) 
There was a growth under your skin, 
an addition of pride, 
for your newfound wasteland

But even worse, 
the future you see, 
the future you bring, 
the future you are completely okay with. 
I could wait up sick, 
waiting for a response, 
I could wait up waiting for anything, 
and it’s something that you’re completely okay with.

You’ve been standing outside of my apartment, 
With your mouth open wide, and I haven’t heard enough of it.

Tell me, tell me, Miranda, 
where do you see yourself tomorrow? 
Do you worry each Wednesday, 
when the week is almost over, 
where you will sleep 
where you will sleep 
your sanctuary is Missouri in May, 
and I still insist on cutting my tongue off.

You’ve been standing outside of my apartment, 
With your mouth open wide, and I haven’t heard enough of it.

I will not speak of 
the crash, 
cause if it is never spoken of, 
then history will never know it happened. 
If it is never written about, 
then no one can ever read it. 
If it is never talked about, 
then no one can ever hear it.

Do we know the truths
Of every broken step? 
Only if it’s told, 
forgotten when it’s old, 
undesired and cold, 
there is no story to be sold.

(we’ll say)

We’ll say 
we’ll meet up in some hotel room, 
be it fancy or pay by the hour, 
and we’ll comfort each other 
like we used to in our time, 
you’ll say it’ll be just like the old days 
but it won’t be the fucking old days 
no it won’t be the fucking old days, 
only now with our broken parts, 
our overused and torn up pieces. 
Will it be better than before? 
Will it be better than before? 
Do we thank our practice with others, 
or will it be tarnished by exact thought? 
Will it be better than before? 
Will it be better than before?

6. Grunt Work (The ‘69 Sound) 
I’ve gotten so good at stumbling through ditches 
that now I’m starting to fall into holes. 
When you’re this young and so excited, 
you won’t remember to set any goals.

7. Groin Twerk 
One day you’ll be married, 
and you won’t have to feel 
dirty purchasing pregnancy tests from  
convenience stores with your best friend, 
oh I was your best friend once, 
walking down the aisles picking out baby names.

Yesterday I found pictures of you sitting in your underwear; 
a middle finger to your mother, and a fuck you to your father.

There’s a flag in my doorframe, 
there’s a sweater on the floor, 
there was a time you once loved me 
but we both know that’s no more.

But were you sure? 
Well are you sure?

8. Big Bag of Sandwiches 
I wouldn’t even call this hard work, 
yeah I’ve done some bleeding, 
but there’s always a warmth, for what it’s worth. 
Spent most of Florida hanging around, 
drowning in old friends and beautiful sounds, singing.

Just like the trees 
friendships will bloom, 
I might be leaving now 
but I’ll be back soon.

My home has wheels, 
at least that’s how it feels.

Just like the trees 
friendships will bloom, 
I might be leaving now 
but I’ll be back soon. 
Light trails on your face 
is how I’ll remember your smiles, 
as night takes its place 
we’ve still got so many miles.

It turns out you’re right 
(and I’m not sorry) 
It turns out you’re right

Blood, sweat, and tears; 
that’s what’s keeping me here.

9. Bakefast at Piffany’s 
Love is bleaching 
bed sheets, 
because we could never wait. 
Love is seeking 
bare feet, 
phone calls from other states.

Love was 
loved ones, 
love was 
loved once.

Well do you 
still forget to 
brush your teeth? 
Cause you’re too caught up in

the morning; 
each eyes peel, 
peer into pores, 
change of breathing wakes each other up. 
Now it’s cold air, 
nobodys laying there, 
checking my phone 
and going back to sleep.

I sleep in a bed and home that we made 
but I’m left alone with your scent on pillow sheets. 
Rearranging furniture to forget my past mistakes, 
covering up the walls in an attempt to create 
something that will make me forget who you’ve become, 
something that will make me forget what you’ve lost.

And now it’s new meaning 
into inanimate objects, 
working towards better health 
or just longer breaths to kill more time.

Count the seconds, 
count the heartbeats, 
count the messages, 
count the lack of replies.

People we loved 
hurt us 
and we make up excuses 
to tell ourselves they had to, 
and that it’s all okay 
and that they mean well, 
but why?

I’m going to start doing what I want to do, 
I’m going to start getting selfish.

10. Heavy to the Touch (think about tonight, forget about tomorrow) 
You get some time away 
and time really gets away from you. 
I said I was searching for myself 
but I was running from everything too.

A new degree, 
a piece of paper, 
framed in dark ebony 
to hang up later. 
(or else it’s)

Your harsh words, 
whispered into my ear, 
You said, “This time was fun, 
but you no longer belong here.”

In your bedroom 
with those foreign faces. 
Under your clothes, 
private places.

I’ll push my roots into the road with all my might, 
cause I’m not coming back tonight.

From coast to coast, until I’m bored of the sea. 
Making land into stories, pictures mean memories. 
Until you won’t recognize me. 
Until you won’t recognize me.

BRUSH YOUR TEETH, AGAIN ;)

1. Dan’s Christopher Walken Impersonation

When you told me you loved the beach, 
I set off an A-Bomb at every coastline. 
When you told me you loved the grass, 
I set off weedkiller through all the water pipes. 
When you told me you loved the sun, 
I sent astronauts to extinguish it. 
When you told me you loved me, 
I imploded from the stomach out.

2. I Don’t Wanna Fuck With Another Dude’s Snacks

I won’t let this grave get the best of me. 
Bury the soil on top of my roots. 

Where’s the figure to help you figure about 
the dark of the night and when to scream and shout. 
I hope you never come back home, 
I hope you’ve found your way out. 

You are the footsteps I hear in my head. 
Echos from ear to ear. 

Where were you when I needed you? 
Staying true to your usual plans. 
Where were you when I needed you? 
Laying low with your casket’s demands.

3. Pass Me The Ball

I’m not moving, I’m just standing still. 

In this shit you left me, I’m glad you left me. 
I’ve learned three things this year: 
like my dependency on beer, 
how sweat feels in my eyes, 
and how you depend on your lies. 

You can’t apologize enough for feeling sorry for leaving. 
It doesn’t help at all that each time you do, I still don’t believe it. 
So I’ve made shapes out of your left over belongings; 
a hand empty through old age, 
a new bed for each turned page, 
a perfume bottle I can’t stand to see, 
someone who actually needs me.

4. I Didn’t Say Pass Me The Ball

In modern photography, digital topography, 
pictures of places we can never see. 
(You can meet me) 

Under 20,000 leagues, or in a different country, 
planes can’t take us places we cannot be. 
(In the middle) 

Two faces on a video screen, captured clearly, 
no matter how many feet are in between. 
(You can meet me) 

Still I’m so happy for the real thing; 
to feel your skin and the bite of your teeth.

5. Dos Penes Duros

I like when 
you come over 
we leave the lights on 
and undress 

I like when 
we burn a candle 
to set the mood when 
we have sex 

I like when 
we share a bottle of 
white wine right 
before bed 

I like when 
the sun rises 
we skip classes 
make love instead

6. The Deer in the Basement

I’d like to think that I’m capable 
Of doing things on my own. 
Like you should’ve been there to show me. 
Well, you should’ve been there at all. 

We may not have made it, 
but at least we’re fucking okay.

7. New Pantera

What’s the right age to love? 

Cause I’ve always either been too old or too young. 
I used to want to see you in the morning without makeup, 
Now I’d like to see you at all. 

Splintered wood, 
breaking from the cabinet door, 
build two from one, 
and we separate even more. 

I’ve seen your face, 
less than I’ve seen the back of your head. 
You told me you were leaving, 
I hope you’ll remember what I said. 

(I don’t see you anymore) 

Time takes as much as time breaks, 
whether the buds of a lemon tree or the freezing summer lakes. 

Until I’m sleeping, it still feels wrong. 
I’m either sleeping or I’m gone.