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memory
06:53
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am i only a picture?
all i want to be
is a memory
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soda
03:44
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soda cup, hanging out
in my front seat
hanging out, in my seat
out front, with a cup
full of soda, we could dance
i could sing, while you dance
we could dance, with each other
if we were only drunk enough
but i'm too old, we're just too old
and i'm too cold, to keep you warm
the air's too dead to move me forward
and i am way too drunk to care
i'm getting sick of being bitter
of all the things that make me feel
so fucking good but make me bitter
because i'm way too drunk to care
soda cup, in my cup holder,
taking up a cup holder,
held you by your ears and told
you take another sip,
and in the night, every night,
when i'm coming home at night,
and i can hold you by your ears
and stop from feeling sick
but i'm just impossible to deal with
just so selfish so impossible
and i would clean my car out
if i could only find the time,
i'd put that cup back in a trash bag
dirty water filled with cigarettes
and find another cup to fill
with soda while i drive
i'm getting sick of being bitter
of all the things that make me feel
so fucking good but make me bitter
because i'm way too drunk to care
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3. |
chair
03:22
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i was in that chair the blue one
talking about the tattoos i want
and you smiled and i smiled
and things felt better
i was on that couch the old one
held my breath to fight the outcome
bones can't hold the weight of thought
that caught me crying when its all done
i can't wait to tell my friends
that i'm alright
i was in that chair the green one
i played that song i wrote the slow one
and didn't look at you the whole
entire time, but that's alright
and i can't wait to tell all my friends
that i'm alright
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4. |
pill II
07:00
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pill in my head stick a thought
on my self righteous silent lonely
hole in my head in the middle where the dot
aims sharp from a thousand yards away
to the start of a new light feeling
slow with my words that come on creeping
close to a crawl but close to fleeting
clouds in my head come close to meeting
pill only lasts for hours
still keeps me sane for now
circling my head like flowers
blooming in my head, blooming in my head
chemical in my mind bring a feel
to my mundane and lost bewildered
lie on the ground and stare at the thought
of a sky thats real and a million miles
away to the start of a new bright conscience
longing for something built on honest
choices that crawl just all so slowly
storms in my heart that all but know me
pill only lasts for hours
still keeps me sane for now
circling my head like flowers
blooming in my head, blooming in my head
i don't wanna go home its so boring
pill in my head
fill up my head
pill only lasts for hours
still keeps me sane for now
circling my head like flowers
blooming in my head, blooming in my head
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5. |
hospital
03:30
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a hospital for drunk drivers
they take them all there
the beds are soft
the lights not blinding
the blankets are warm
the water is cold
drink up
you're gonna need it
in a bed for passed out corpses
that's where i'll be
they throw them all there
for the world to see
and i can't wait
for the morning
no i can't wait
for the morning to come
a hospital for drunk drivers
they take them all there
the beds aren't floors
they're soft like your lips were
when i knew you
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church
03:14
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we drank beers in the church lot
holy alcoholic jesus
fredericksburg was beautiful
or maybe it was you
either way the city never felt that way before
either way the city never looked that way before
we bled and it was beautiful
sent messages about the morning
i thought so i thought so
i'm dead in the car
i'm so sorry.
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7. |
keys
10:23
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Hey where'd all the time go I know
I've been floating down on halos
Made of lies that only I know
And rode the ghosts that keep on follow
Ing me and chant the rhythms
That the ancestors left Falling for systems
That answers the bet
And only time I ever saw a spark of content
Was laying in the river together before we went
And fucked up the next four years or something
What can you do when your nodding and tossed
and So the couch in the living room held us til morning
Lying on my lap delicate on the drink
We both drank three forties and you puked in a sink
And I did to and matter fact it was Franzia
All I know is I was glad to be next to you
And I'll never get that back
Not just that the whole thing
I'm moving past my prime
It's all downhill for now I think
So take me to where we can live forever
With aliens and creatures and magic
I'll take the wheel if you get tired baby
And all the noise outside screams static
And I'll never get that back
Not just that the whole thing
I'm moving past my prime
It's all downhill for now I think
I miss my friends
I miss my life
I miss the feeling
Miss getting high.
But I don't wanna fuck my life again
I don't wanna duck and hide that's it
God damn I've seen the world
from mortal course And I don't think
I'll ever stop to take
My time and fucking walk. But hey,
I got spirit They say
I've got spirit Won't go away.
sad and sold, tired and old
i wonder what its like under there
flannel dreams take ahold,
you're hands are soft, my skin is cold
my skin is cold
my skin is cold
wine-splotched sheets, tangled thoughts,
pinkerton's lullabies had me dead caught
what's it like under there?
do you think about me? probably not.
your hands are soft,
my skin is cold,
king of the broken
queen of the broke
so soft
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sand
05:44
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ghosts in a room
Whisper in my sleep
That haunt me in my dreams
A memory I keep
So where's my mind at
Seems these days
It's way in the stars
Along long way
From home
I can't breathe
Keep my spirits up
As they float towards the beach
CHORUS
All the sand in my shoes
That scratches at my feet
Weathers down the skin
Waiting till we meet
On the shore of a thought
That's deep deep down
Never kept afloat,
and forever underground
ghosts in the floor
Pound underneath
Crying for notice
Plagued by disease
So where'd the days go
Seems like years
Have flown right by
And cut like sheers
So deep
I can't breathe
Keep my spirits up
While they float towards the beach
I've got two cents worth much more
but all my thoughts can't come ashore
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flowing
04:06
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FLOWING
River, river dig the rock
Shed it down, shed it down
River, river run your course
All around, hardened ground
River, river make me smooth
Make me whole, and then unbound
River, river clean the slate,
Never found, never found
Flowing in and down and through
Streaming thin and round the room
Heating up and leaving soon
Til all that's left is deepened grooves
(All along the path of stone)
(Wandering the night alone)
(Digging deep into the bone)
(Rolling all along unknown)
River, river run your course
Shed me down, shed me down
River, river show remorse
Keep me floating underground
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videodrome
08:08
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VIDEODROME
The screen flashed bright
Holding staggering light
And despite the company
I held eyes on you
The dream flashed by
With Blondie and I
Thought I'd never
Felt more to do
The liquor sank in
And the flickering screen
Gave meaning to my couches
And the space between
We're nothing but flesh
I'm hopeless at best
CHORUS
I'm max renn
Got a gun in my stomach
But I can't pull it out
I've finally done it
I'm Nicki Brand
Wanna try something new
But I can't shake it out
Channel stuck on you
Stuck in the television
Holding out on conversation
Am I just dreaming
Or is everything real
Well it feels like I'm crazy
And everything lately
I must be dreaming
Because I don't know the feel
The blow just sank in
All anxious again
What kind of man
Can't stand how it's been
We're nothing but flesh
I'm hopeless at best
I kiss the white static
And wait for the rest
Were nothing but bones
and all die alone
I hug the sweet picture
Nights of videodrome
I'm max renn
Got a gun in my stomach
But I can't pull it out
I've finally done it
I'm Nicki Brand
Wanna try something new
But I can't shake it out
Channel stuck on you
Wait up wait up. (only in dreams)
How long can i stay up. (I can see past the seams)
And pretend the distance. (of all the lines in the screen)
Means nothing at all. (That make it all up)
I'm max renn
Got a gun in my stomach
But I can't pull it out
I've finally done it
I'm Nicki Brand
Wanna try something new
But I can't shake it out
Channel stuck on you
I'm max renn
Got a gun in my stomach
But I can't pull it out
I've finally done it
I'm Nicki Brand
Wanna try something new
But I can't shake it out
Channel stuck on you
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Didn't know what time it was and the lights were low
I leaned back on my radio
Some cat was layin' down some get it on rock 'n' roll, he said
Then the loud sound did seem to fade
Came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase haze
That weren't no D.J. that was hazy cosmic jive
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
I had to phone someone so I picked on you
Hey, that's far out so you heard him too
Switch on the TV we may pick him up on channel two
Look out your window I can see his light
If we can sparkle he may land tonight
Don't tell your poppa or he'll get us locked up in fright
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
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You're so sweet
You're so fine
I want you all and everything just to be mine
'Cause you're my babe
'Cause you're my love
Girl, I'm just a Jeepster for you love
You slide so good
With bones so fair
You've got the universe reclining in your hair
'Cause you're my babe
Yes, you're my love
Girl, I'm just a Jeepster for you love
Just like a car
You're pleasing to behold
I'll call you Jaguar if I may be so bold
'Cause you're my babe
Yes, you're my love
Girl, I'm just a Jeepster for you love
The wild winds blow
Upon your frozen cheeks
The way you flip your hip it always makes me weak
'Cause you're my babe
Yes, you're my love
Girl, I'm just a Jeepster for you love
Your motivation is so sweet
Your vibrations are burning up my feet
'Cause you're my babe
Yes, you're my love
Girl, I'm just a Jeepster for you love
I said, girl I'm just a vampire for your love
And I'm going to suck you
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The rest is me
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12. |
pill
07:05
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little orange bottle, hey my day
got better when i found you today
and baby all im asking is one more two
maybe four til 9 or ten wont do
but im tired of the couches
tired of this room
and the airs just fucking killing me
and i dont know what to tell myself to do
and you know
what it feels like?
when its all you think about?
something terrible but nothing ever,
ever shakes - it - out
like bad plans
im a bad plan
its cold in here
turn town the fan please
im a bad plan
white top on my orange bottle flies off
and te rattle gets thinner as the label peels off
im fine, im alright, im fine, just
need a fucking cigarette, i need a fucking cigarette
a cigarette please
thats one
thats
all.
i.
need.
like bad plans.
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