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Hey man, great set! But I have to ask
What are you doing here?
Wouldn’t you feel more at home with people
More like yourself?
It just doesn’t flow, I don’t think that you belong here.
To be honest, it’s a little weird.
But here’s two bucks,
Thanks for the record.
I’m not really offended, just a little bit confused
As to when doing it yourself got a strict set of rules…
And when did punk culture close itself off
To a difference of opinion?
I’ll play with whoever I want, wherever I can
Because chances are we’re all a little out of step.
We can all agree that success isn’t measured in wealth
And you don’t need to start a family to feel love.
I don’t write these songs for you, I write them for myself.
And I’ll be singing them forever, without any of your help.
This music is the only thing that I can call my own.
It helps me make some sense out of my life.
If you’re still listening,
I thank you for your time and your attention.
I hope you like it,
But if not, that’s fine. I can accept it.
If you’re still listening,
I thank you for your time and your attention.
I hope you like it,
But if not, that’s fine. I can accept it.
Regardless, I hope that you hang onto the message:
Don’t tell anyone they’re wrong when it comes down to honest expression.
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I’m sick of making plans & never following through
Sick of sitting alone in my room, staring at shiny screens.
I’m sick of always putting myself down; sick of always putting my friends down.
I’m sick of hating the world because it doesn’t get me anywhere.
“But it’s not my fault” I’ll say. “It’s just the way that I was raised”.
I’ve been told my whole life that I was born to lose
But now I have friends who care and I don’t know what to do
I’ll shut out the world and give into my doubts
It’s been long enough and this bullshit has got to stop
I’ve got to stop smoking before I tear my voice to shreds
I’ve got to stop drinking alone like my Dad
I’ve got to stop getting numbed out so I can feel again.
I’ve got to keep in touch with friends from home
I’ve got to spend my free time on the road
I’ve got to keep these fingers moving until the veins explode.
“You can hope and you can pray but you know that nothing will change.”
I’ll make all sorts of promises that I know that I’ll break
It’s not because I want to it’s because I’m afraid.
I don’t want to be the man who can’t live up to his word
Not now, not today and not ever again.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m not all that bad
I’ve just grown too comfortable with being bored or sad
I’ve got to make a plan to get where I want to be
Because the truth I have a lot going for me
And by my own standards I will call myself a man
I’ll work hard everyday to be proud of who I am
I’ll give more, take less, lighten up and sing until I die
If I can do that much then I think that I’ll be fine.
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Ugly Throat - Klouds
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Ugly Throat - The Coast
03:12
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