All Good Things

by Eddie Rascal

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released January 14, 2017

All songs written and performed by Eddie Rascal. Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Jesse Mangum at The Glow Studio in Athens, Georgia.

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Track Name: Barfly
Can I watch while you sleep, with the eyes in the back of your head?
If there ever was a God then I swear that he’s dead.
Put a paper in your pocket and a message in lead,
There was blood to be spilt for every word that he said.
So I’ll watch while you sleep in the middle of the sun.
If there ever was a God, I would swear you’re the one,
But there are prices to pay for the things that we’ve done,
So I’ll wait here forever for you in the sun.

Shut the front door, we’re being too loud now.
Never gonna get it, you’re never gonna take it from me.
We rest heads on beds to get dead,
Never gonna come at the things I’m gonna try to believe,
Be my fist, I’ll be your middle finger,
Take me by the wrist, I’ll pull you through the wringer.
We keep time with the high hat.
We all cry for the bar fly.

What if little Johnny never got his peace of mind,
And he blew up her fancy building he drove by a hundred times?
When the fear of never knowing made it hard to be alive,
He dreams of weapons made from kerosene and tubes of cyanide.
But if little Johnny ever tried to tell her what he took,
Was the pages from her journal that he put inside a book.
There were helicopter hand-grenades behind her passive eyes,
So he left her fucking building he drove by a hundred times.

Shut the front door, we’re being too loud now.
Never gonna get it, you’re never gonna take it from me.
We rest heads on beds to get dead,
Never gonna come at the things I’m gonna try to believe,
Be my fist, I’ll be your middle finger,
Take me by the wrist, I’ll pull you through the wringer.
We keep time with the high hat.
We all cry for the bar fly.

I’ve been spending too much time,
With background noises,
Looking for a sense of purpose,
Not enough looking for you.
Track Name: Church
I was there without ever even making a sound,
These are instructions to burn a university down.
This is a manual to operate the heater you found,
I’m on a see-saw with a Sig Saw with unlimited rounds.
You hear the music but the song is wrong like Helter Skelter,
This is a blueprint for the best bomb shelter.
He said he’d roll dice if his luck was any better,
But instead he’s got a nine to the back of a bank teller.

Here’s a map to an opium den,
This is a recipe for Anthrax from soda and gin.
These are directions to get every kid in here tipsy,
Chug all the beer and mainline the whiskey.
Everybody in their right mind gets nauseous,
Some get by and some get applauded.
This is a sample you could use in fight music,
Everybody get off your ass and dance to it.

Come on, come on, now.
Ya shoulda seen the look on your face.
Ya shoulda seen the look on your face.

This is a bassline you could use to start a fight,
Grab a hand grenade and hatchet on a Saturday night.
If she asks you if you’re bat-shit stare her dead in the eye,
You’ve got a pocket full of matches and a fire to light.
Hell is alive, you can hear it at your church if it speaks up,
Satan in the suburbs with a Porsche and a pre-nup.
Team up, the dog pound is full of bad bitches,
We fuck around, throw knives, hands, and kill switches.
Track Name: My Favorite House
It never mattered if you liked me or not,
When her mama never liked me cause I like smoking pot,
And it never would’ve mattered if we never got caught,
But it never mattered if you liked me or not.
It never mattered if we made it or not,
There’s so much liquor in my liver that it surely will rot,
And I probably should be worried but I don’t give it a thought,
It never mattered if we made it or not.

We’ve got ways of knowing,
When we’ve gone way too far.

Turn around and turn your back on everyone,
She goes, she goes, she goes, she goes downtown.
Turn around and turn your back on everyone,
She knows, she knows, she knows, she says she knows someone.
The best stars live life like a cinema,
With fast cars and lights on the camera.
Turn around and turn your back on all of us,
She goes, she goes, she goes, she says she knows someone.

It never mattered, any tickets we sold,
When the world’s still getting shittier, I’m still getting old,
I’m never getting credit for the shit that we stole,
It never mattered, any tickets we sold.
It never mattered any song that I wrote,
If I play a million shows and I hit every note,
It’s never gonna make enough to keep us afloat,
It never mattered any song that I wrote.

We’ve got ways of knowing,
When we’ve gone way too far.

Turn around and turn your back on everyone,
She goes, she goes, she goes, she goes downtown.
Turn around and turn your back on everyone,
She knows, she knows, she knows, she says she knows someone.
The best stars live life like a cinema,
With fast cars and lights on the camera.
Turn around and turn your back on all of us,
She goes, she goes, she goes, she says she knows someone.

I took a picture of a song about your hair,
There was something in the water, there was something in the air,
And I could never smell the bullshit in your mouth,
Until you told me you could never live inside my favorite house.
So now I’ll see you in the corner of my eye,
And I’ll swear to God I’m killin’ it even if it’s a lie,
Cause with all the pretty people getting jobs and moving out,
I’m sure I’ll find someone to make a home inside my favorite house.
Track Name: Alien vs Predator vs Roe vs Wade
These are the souls that we resurrect,
Picture a tomb being built by an architect.
Time that you serve right until you get busted,
When you work with words but you know you can’t trust them.
Heaven means nothing to people inside.
Take a look in my eyes, I’ve got nothing to hide.
And these are the statues they built to me,
Crystal balls, sky scrapers burning in infamy.

When I couldn’t answer the call,
So she threw my excuses all over the hall,
She brought bodies to me,
She brought bodies to me,
But it never meant nothing at all.
And everyone stands for the fall,
When she offers me for everything I took it all.
All the lies that we need,
Crucified disbelief,
And it never meant nothing at all.

These are the sounds that we sacrifice,
Shut down the sidewalk and kidnap a passerby.
Execute perfectly every crime,
With an excellent alibi every time.
And we said these are the places we give to you.
Most of these houses are empty and destitute.
Master of services, pleasure in pain,
When the mouths of the churches scream this is insane.

These are the figures we glorify.
Famous for eyes that look empty and mortified.
Pill in her purse with her hands on her soars,
And the band sounds the worst when they play the wrong chords.
Hell wouldn’t matter if nobody goes there,
Give me directions that lead me to nowhere.
The signs on the street, all the time that we need,
To sit back and pretend to be sober.