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Meet is Murder

by Mama Would Be Proud

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Throwing in the towel could it be mine feel it go... I feel it though A whip in a basket (bad thing smoking) crawling out a casket (grass ring token,) thinking like a bad kid (Saturn's notes and) like I'll never have it (patterns holding) I whip and I basket (?...) crawling out my casket staring at a rabbit eating at some cabbage A whip in a basket falling out my casket like I'll never have it crawling out my casket falling out my casket Heel, right o'er here Throw it in the towel, can't it be mine I feel it go? Throwing in the towel couldn't be mine. I feel it low. Throw it in the towel Throwing in the towel...
2.
Where's the wave I followed? To reshape I swallowed all of my hate and toppled on the safeguard. They saw the wake they made and sent the faintest arrow to my face and narrow missed its place. I spared 'em all And chaste, embarrassed your the ape I fell on to a base-level to check my pace- hello, you're not awake Chew up my arm helps me yawn don't I feel better on the lawn soak a sigh teethe the air I'm here and I can feel you care
3.
He was the best carpenter, he loves to fish the aquifer. But he knows it's gonna turn them over too fast. And he shined on like a candle done: the pints, a finished handle of something really mystic- to shoulder 'em past. "What's it gonna be like?" and "What's he gonna sing like?" He called on John on Boxing Day. "To follow fun, get lost in space. You'll meet up with the masses and the masses of fire". And he said to Matthew "I must be scared, but I would help you, and not the care. And if it seems they've trapped you, I'll trap you in a choir. They'll sign you up a new life, singing of the new light. Two by two." He was the best carpenter.
4.
Uncomfortably fun and I need some when it kicks up and starts to run Gotta run it back to where it's from Consorted me and ways I've done Days away And days I liked the way Ways to be so given up, hater be cold or risen dumb something, I'm told, is driven such way down south where they don't give a fuck and I've been told something about the way that they don't. On the river bed in my head (two by two) river bed flow onward bound river bed flow, down the ground out of the wood work, makes that sound river bed flow onward bound out of the way now, back to the south out of the woodwork and back to the ground river bed flows out of bounds river bed goes without a sound now yeah, everybody says he's dark cuz they know he's dark, yeah everybody knows their part cuz they've said their part everybody says their lot because it says a lot, yeah Is it obvious yet?(uncomfortably fun) Is it obvious, no? (uncomfortably known) Well is it obvious, yet? (uncomfortably fun, uncomfortably shown).... In comfort I'll be yet, in comfort I'll be, no
5.
When we meet it's murder to me. I'd like to speak indefinitely and to be typecast sailing the sea with my hand over eyes, scoping the scene. A telescope under my wing. My first mates mating out on the wing of a plane that rose up from the deep of the darkest ocean we've ever seen. I could writhe out of the sky, or get lost in rainbows at night. I could leave you in this town. I could leave you all around, and it doesn't need to be a waste. I can't even feel the brakes. I can't even see the shapes. I can't even see your shape... Your shape around the perfect sunset. Your shape around, perfect I'd bet. Shape around the perfect heartache. Shape around the perfect love made. I miss you so much the thought is a dud. I'm running in stilts, but I never get stuck. I'm joining up a habit with a couple of nuns. Gotta run from my fears, because I never have fun. Jumping through the forest with the sticks and the rocks, gotta make my own shrine so I never get caught. (When we speak it's murder to me...) Take my advice baby, don't get bought by any old man in a mason lodge On the melody maker, frogs in machine Gotta hate my own ways row me out of this dream row me out of the stream merrily... Out of this dream.
6.
Another Life 05:22
I really don't even bother to know the place that I'll wander. Just speak up, get rid of all hurt- that's been done. I don't really harbor. But I'll get to the place get to the right go into space come out aligned go to the home, get to the room. Be good alone, and not aloof. And when I really see a light a special place is out of sight cuz what's the real? What's the done? Who's the love? Where's the fun? Be a set of ears, be a set of eyes, be a bag of bones that are set alright be a little more have another tune be another house and an uncle too be a little last be a little gun have another gas have a little some have another pass and another one get a couple laughs and a telephone another dear another I another we're another time a never leave, a never lie another "see you another time" have I never lived another life? I don't know where I wander, and I don't really want to bother anyone at anytime Here's it. Like to see? Gonna make it all out, never liked naked prophecy, and I'd never recover from, something I'd never, would make it something I'd never run from from from something that I'd never run far from from from...
7.
In the air it's screaming clean, unnerving and obscene. Laughter all I cannon ball, Flopped down on to it's knees. Clap of fear, another year, and a countdown to a dream that never ends. And all of your friends will die. Everything is crying now I think I've got it down Once a candle's wick is out, it makes some sense somehow. Give all the best to all the guests in life. I'm unfolding. I'm unknowing. I'm not growing up at all. I'm up for falling down And in the round and out of bounds it rolls up with the rest. Blinking down I doubt it now I think you might have guessed. It's all I've found. Everything is crying now.

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Jan. 2017 - Nov. 2018 at Winford Labs and Steel.

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released December 21, 2018

Music by Christian, Stephen and Sam, words by Stephen
Cover Art by Christian
Mastered by Sam at Supra Sound Studios

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Stephen Roberts, Christian Baraks, Samuel Bernhardt,
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