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Bedroom Music

by Chill Murray

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1.
words 03:30
i, never learned what words to use what words are good which ones are bad i, never cared to talk to those who can't talk to me and i don't care to use my words on those who don't listen words are so rare so finite so deafening i don't want to use them up.
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foggy night 01:56
got high in the small garage - we talked about that girl we knew and that guy who was a creep fog came around, the grass was damp, skin was so cold but you'd never feel it, being six feet deep. recorded old acoustic songs that we wrote awhile back when we were still a band. it was nice to play again so crossfaded, so fucked up so trashed in the can, even though we're so different we're likely to stay friends.
4.
october 04:36
night swept early and the bats came and landed on me so dark and so earthy i ate one my eyes became weak and wet the quilt shields me from the voices on the tape - and they whispered nothing through thudded soft beats, suffer my eyes suffer and be wet the clouds fill the skies fill with bats there are all that is to eat. all earth and fur and all leather all the time chew the gristle and choke it down choke it down. chew the gristle and choke it down.
5.
i am never going to leave my bed again, feels like the walls and ceiling are my only friends, there is an ache in my gut i can't stop. i'll just watch porn all day and jack off, can't relate to people in any normal way, we all just drink and pop pills and smoke pot i try to write stuff down to do something with myself, but my lyrics are so shitty in ways i just can't help, i just wanna sit down and drink and rot. no one ever really loves, because no one really knows every movement small and every breath you take, so perfectly insignificant, no matter how many you make.
6.
my glasses didn't fit right and the wart on my finger keeps catching on the guitar string we kept on talking but not listening, it seems we can't agree on anything ?????? and i strum my melodies while fully blank and devoid of all thought every space gets tighter and wider all instances wrought with the music we all knew existed
7.
call up all these chicks that i know to hang out and kick it, come to my show none of them will ever come near me alice glass won't call me back april march thinks i'm on crack they all think i'm some kind of creep cat power sends me hate mail happens overtime without fail cool chicks don't dig me carrie brownstein won't let me buy her a drink karen o says i stink this guy just can't get a date the coathangers kicked me outta the party even though i said i was sorry this guy can't deal with all the fucking hate patti smith says i'm too young for her brody dalle wishes i was a little bit older call up all these girls just trying to hang with them but i'm always left out on the curb i guess i'm not cool enough but i'd wish they'd understand every time it happens it still hurts
8.
happy 03:44
big black and looming i see it all over head tried to keep my mouth shut but nothing seems to be helping i just want to go to bed i hate the way we talk and the way you hold yourself i can't stand when you tell me to go to hell i should have made a move but oh well maybe next time you tell me there won't be one you've put it all on the line i tried real hard to get my shit together, get my head out of the sand just so can love me but you just say, babe, you don't think you can, i know, i know you'll be in the end, i know i know you'll be happy when i'm dead
9.
dear old friend you whine and complain about girls who can't wait to get their hands on you all these sluts and whores all the things you abhor belly piercings, colored hair, and tattoos did you ever think how good it is, how good it is.
10.
i woke up at dusk, waited so long i had colored stains on my shirt gonna break through the night, heatless light my own solstice has begun never gone wait again (3x) for you fleshed ripped off in the cool night wind summer had my heart in a garbage bin

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written and recorded from August 2012 to March 2013. Made with an acoustic guitar and laptop and whatever free DAW i was using that week.

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released March 26, 2013

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Chill Murray Fullerton, California

bedrooms. beer. porn. forever.

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