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Budweiser and Butter

by Hummer

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1.
Daisies 02:37
16/17, lost inside my head, Spending Monday to Thursday wishing I was dead; I'd keep my head down low in case someone picked a fight, It was all worth it for the Legion on a Friday night. 18/19, went by in a haze, But looking back now they were the halcyon days – Long hair and thick beard, oh what a fucking sight, Always playing down Fluid on a Saturday night. I'm gonna do what I do, for as long as I can take it, Life’s a bitch, or it’s what I’m gonna make it, Gotta stay off my arse, can’t afford to get lazy – I can rest all I want when I’m pushing up daisies. 20/21, time to stop playing games, 22 years and it’s nothing but the same; I’d complain I’m bored, but then I just might Sit at home and study on a Friday night. 23 years old, nothing good to say, 24, 25, work my life away, Burning midnight oil, and all focused on spite, Self-medicate with Jäger on a Saturday night. I'm gonna do what I do, for as long as I can take it, Life’s a bitch, or it’s what I’m gonna make it, Gotta stay on my guard, I dont' wanna go crazy – I can rest all I want when I’m pushing up daisies. Grimly realistic; about time I tried to be more optimistic, at least for once. Now I’ve hit 26, and enough is enough; The bad times are gone; gonna take it by the scruff. It’s gonna sort itself out, and I can only do right – Life’s more than just whisky on Friday nights. There’s so much more than just whisky on Friday night. I'm gonna do what I do, for as long as I can take it, Life’s a bitch, or it’s what I’m gonna make it, Gotta stay off my arse, can’t afford to get lazy. I'm gonna do what I do, for as long as I can take it, Life’s a bitch, or it’s what I’m gonna make it, Gotta stay off my arse, I dont' wanna go crazy – I can rest all I want when I’m pushing up daisies.
2.
Another dreary weekend; I sit, reflect and I try to make a plan, But it’s hard to put things into perspective when I still don’t know where I am. Opportunity arises; I’ve walked through many an open door; It doesn’t seem to matter just how far I get - I still wish I had something more. Oh what’s the use - there’s nothing new, nothing to discover; my black mood is gonna pull me under. Feeling like my head’s in the gutter, and all I’ve got is Budweiser and butter. Just when I was close to hitting the bottom, One night I heard some words of wisdom as I drank whisky with my Dad, He said, “You fell in the shit and still came up smelling of roses; how did you get so lucky? Put it into context, son; you haven’t got it all that bad”. Oh what’s the use - there’s nothing new, nothing to discover; my black mood is gonna pull me under. Feeling like my head’s in the gutter, and all I’ve got is Budweiser and butter. Wasting time feeling sorry for myself, time to change the record, put it back on the shelf. Dragging it around has been my decision - I’m gonna take the world and kick it into submission, Because it could be worse - I recognise now it could be so much worse. Oh what’s the use - there’s nothing new, nothing to discover; my black mood is gonna pull me under. Feeling like my head’s in the gutter, and all I’ve got is Budweiser and butter. I’ll do my best and I’m gonna recover - this black mood is not gonna fucking pull me under, I’m still feeling like my head’s in the gutter, and all I’ve got is Budweiser and butter, but at least I’ve got Budweiser and butter.
3.
Turpentine 02:53
I’m trying to play it cool while still feeling apprehensive, You make me the butt of your jokes and I’m finding it offensive, and it’s hard to laugh. It’s hard to take it on the chin, or to crack a smile - got to try to drop my guard every once in a while, I’ve got to find a way to roll with the punches, ‘cus it’s not before time. My eyes dart around; I’m trying to guess what’s coming; You’ll make an innocent jest now you better start running, ‘cus I’ll go nuclear. I’ll ask questions when I don’t want to hear the answers - offer me the cure and I’ll see it like the cancer. It’s easy not to trust, not so easy to say why, Why I’d rather just shut them all out and run now, and I won’t apologise. I can’t figure out why I’m so bitter, even after all this time; I can only guess I’ve been self-loathing for the sake of self-loathing, Better wake up and smell the turpentine. It’s got me stressed-out until I’m almost delirious, and I’m sure you’re gonna ask why I’m always so serious - you don’t wanna know. Please don’t make me tell the same dragged-out story - it used to make sense, but now it’ll just bore me, so I’ll keep it to myself if it’s all the same to you; I’m just so sick of airing all my problems without knowing what to do. I can’t figure out why I’m so bitter, even after all this time; I can only guess I’ve been depressive for the sake of being depressing, Better wake up and smell the turpentine. Better wake up, better wake up. Take it now you’ve got the message? I hope it’s sinking in, ‘cus you’re not getting any more, That’s your lot – no you’re not getting any more. I can’t figure out why I’m so bitter, even after all this time; I can only guess I’ve been self-loathing for the sake of self-loathing, Better wake up and smell the turpentine. I can only guess I’ve been depressive for the sake of being depressing, Better wake up and smell the turpentine. It’s time to wake up and smell the turpentine.
4.
Workahol 02:43
It’s midnight on a Sunday, and I think I’m gonna scream. Work. Home. Bed. I’ve been living the dream. Things are ticking over steady, neither high point nor lull; another wasted weekend bored right out of my skull. I never heeded the warnings, now it’s all coming true, some days I’ll work my dinner ‘cus it’s something to do. Shall I go home or crack on, let’s hazard a guess; I’ll crawl home with the cats, but I couldn’t care less. It only takes one decision, which could go either way; the balance rests on the edge of a knife. Is this finally the end of some losing streak, or have I just found my spot in life? Might as well go with the flow ‘cus I’m not getting any younger; got to sort one thing out at a time, I just wish I could live without workahol. Deep in concentration with my head in a vice; the midweek situation we’ve all seen once or twice. They all recognise the signs but I won’t hear what they say, “It’ll be there in the morning, time to call it a day”. Well it’s 8 o’ clock on Friday, I’ve got matchsticks in my eyes; when you’re having so much fun doesn’t time fucking fly. It’s all one vicious circle but I’ll still lose the thread, and start another boring weekend wasted out of my head. It only takes one decision, which could go either way; it rests on the edge of a knife. Is this finally the end of some losing streak, or have I just found my spot in life? Might as well go with the flow ‘cus I’m not getting any younger; got to sort one thing out at a time, I just wish I could live without workahol. Promoting sourness, causing friction, it’s purely choice but still feels like an addiction. A gross imbalance, slowly killing; I only wish that it wasn’t so fulfilling. No compromising, no conceding; the buzz of doing something useful is what I’m needing. I want to go back! I want to go back!
5.
So it seems, once again I’ve painted myself the blackest picture, And you pretend you’ve not engineered this all yourself don’t insult me. Let’s not talk around this - you only want me out of the way. You do me a favour, just thought you’d mention, But I can see through your so-called best intentions. I know you think you’ve found yourself a fall-guy, But just remember what goes around comes around. Couldn’t you just go and build your empire in your own time, Pass on the baton instead of trying to relive bygone days? Don’t you understand, everybody else has got the measure of you? I might have gone but what I left won’t go away; you’re fooling no one. Let’s not talk around this - you only saw me as a threat. I wouldn’t put on the blinders - I won’t be the last voice of dissent. You do me a favour, just thought you’d mention, But I can see through your so-called best intentions. I know you think you’ve found yourself a fall-guy, But just remember what goes around comes around. You might be right in that I’d do better to leave it, But I know a good kicking in the teeth when I feel it, And I know that to the end I’m gonna keep the moral high ground, So just remember what goes around comes around. This won’t end well for you.
6.
I’m on my own at the Brewhouse on a Saturday night; it’s the wrong side of half past ten. My focus keeps shifting from the band, to the bar, to my pint, and my glass is being emptied again. I suppose I’ve got time for another; I’ll have the same again. I haven’t spoken to anybody since the start of the night, but I’m feeling like I’m in the zone. It’s now 1am, the band’s finished and I’m worse for wear; it’s time to do that final shuffle back home, And I’m talking to myself, as I text these lyrics one-eyed into my phone. It’s probably not the wisest idea that I’ve ever had, to go out drinking alone, When I’ve got no distractions from my friends, from the things I hold dearly. My vision’s shot to bits but I’m seeing things clearly. I’ve got no concept of time, and couldn’t care about place; I’ve spent all day blind-sober, now I’m stone-cold wasted. I’m not going out the way to be an independent, It’s just if I haven’t got the pleasure of company, I can still entertain myself. I never, ever, ever want to be a co-dependent, And if that makes me a loner, then I guess I’m gonna be a loner – Why don’t you join me in being a loner? Some people think it’s sad; they tell me being lonely is a sin, But to be honest I’m glad of the chance some days, it gives me the time to try and take it in, When I’ve got no distractions from my friends, from the things I hold dearly. My vision’s shot to bits but still I’m seeing things clearly. I’ve got no concept of time, and couldn’t care about place; I’ve spent all week blind-sober, now I’m stone-cold wasted. Another night I might be out with a few, But together or alone, I’ll always do what I do. I’m not gonna lose my mind, and I’m not gonna lose face – I’ve spent my life blind-sober, now I’m stone-cold wasted.
7.
Invested 03:23
I’m invested in being an arsehole; I can be mean and insulting, and I will not regret it. I can still be civil, always game for a laugh, But rub me up the wrong way; you know I’ll never forget it. I’m invested in taking no prisoners, So I’ll tell it like it is until I’m full-blown abrasive. You come up to me, and you’re drunk out your brains, I’ll shake your hand and let you talk, but I’ll just be evasive. I can’t recall the last time I had an honest conversation; My communication skills are slowly wasting away. We’ve not spoken in years, I wanna hear your life story, But I won’t make small talk when there’s nothing else to say, So make your point and get out of my face. I’m invested in staying unbending; Once my mind’s made up on something I defy you to change it. You offer apology or feign a loss of memory; What happened happened and we can’t rearrange it. I can’t recall the last time I had an honest conversation; My threshold for earache is wasting away. If we’ve not spoken in years, there’ll be a logical reason, But I won’t make small talk when there’s nothing else to say. To me it’s clear as mud that you are still the same person, Although time and perspective might suggest otherwise. Even if I wanted to I can’t let my guard down, ‘Cus I’m not gonna get burned again. This time there’s no flies on me, ‘Cus I’m invested; I’m truly invested now. I can’t recall the last time I had an honest conversation; My tolerance and patience are wasting away. We’ve not spoken in years and there’s no guilt on my conscience, ‘Cus I didn’t want to talk in the first fucking place! I can’t recall the last time I had an honest conversation; My communication skills are slowly wasting away. We’ve not spoken in years, you don’t wanna hear my life story, But I won’t make small talk when there’s nothing else to say. There’s nothing more to say, So make your point and get out of my face.
8.
Unreasonable 02:47
I came across some information, and got sickened by what I saw – The last point on the agenda but the first one shown the door. I was treated like an afterthought while you all moved on ahead, But if I hadn’t kept my mouth shut you’d have been stitched-up instead. I only wish that I knew; what did I do? What could I have said or done that might offend you? There’s no good excuse for what you’ve done; I’ve made it clear that this can’t carry on, But now you make it sound like I’m being unreasonable. I always did things all my own way until you caught me unaware, Then you wouldn’t take the time to hear my side when I tried to clear the air. I tried my best to fit in and play my part, but it only brought me further strife; I guess I must have just been an arsehole in a previous form of life. I only wish that I knew; what did I do? What could I have said or done that might offend you? I’m gonna cut these ties and walk away, save the anger for another day, And you can’t tell me that I’m being unreasonable. Just what possessed you when you made those tough decisions? Who’s side were you truly on? Your motivations are impossible to fathom – Who’s side were you truly on? I only wish that I knew; what the fuck did I do? What could I have said or done that might offend you? I won’t forgive, and won’t forget; I’m just moving on with no regrets. Don’t dare tell me that I’m being unreasonable. Don’t fucking say that I’m being unreasonable. You can’t tell me that I’m being unreasonable…

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released March 30, 2018

Bass Guitar/Vox - Will Atkinson
Drums - Matthew Cain
Lead Guitar/Vox - Joe Watson
Additional vocals on tracks 1,2, 4 & 7 - Adam Edwards, John Risley and Rachel Rochford-Morris

Engineered by Ant Booth & Hummer
Mixed and Mastered by Ant Booth at Kesbri Studios
Produced by Hummer & Ant Booth

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