1. |
Scenes from the End
03:38
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Oh, god damn
Didn’t mean to write another song
About this grievin’
And all the shit that had gone wrong
But here I go again
‘Cause I can’t shake this melody
Or this darkness
No, just can’t let anything be
I’ve got this shovel
Now I’m diggin’
I’ve got this bible
I’m sick of readin’
Crucifixion look so good
When you’re not on the cross
Now you’re just nailin’ shit to wood
Thinkin’ of takin’ the night off
So now you’re drinkin’ on the job
Because you don’t know what to do
With that noise you can’t shut off
In your bedroom
Where you laid down roots
While your lover
Has given up on you
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2. |
Gossip Magazines
02:26
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Bundle up and close your eyes
This was a lovely way to die
Outside the laundromat
Is where your mother sat
And sang country songs to me
Cause she read gossip magazines
And she ran barefoot in the street
With a bible in one open hand
And a holy burning
So why are you
Sorry?
She said we’d meet in paradise
But I could see the look in her eyes
She was so scared there was nothing
There was no one
Not a light in
The darkness
Not a light in
The darkness
No, not a light
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3. |
False Paradise
05:08
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You were afraid to say goodbye
You made a promise to your mother when she died
That you would trade the truth
For a false paradise
We went to dinner on a farm
I was stuffing my face
When a strange man took me arm
I promised not to sound alarmed
He promised not to do me harm
I thought that you would be relieved
But you said that I was young
And I was seeing things
That’s when I learned what to believe
When you told baby not to speak
And that’s when the lights went out
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4. |
Ghost
03:25
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You look like a ghost
With your hand around your throat
And we think that you might choke
Before the lights will lose their glow
Oooh
Oooh
Your nose it starts to bleed
And your heart it skips a bit
Before he put you on the street
With the dirt beneath your feet
Oooh
Oooh
And you
You look just like a ghost
You look just like a ghost
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5. |
Every Little Bet
04:15
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6. |
Hanging Paper
03:50
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Make a run for it at last
While you feel hollow
Pour a drink and raise a glass
To pills you swallowed
And how they sent you into a spin
You became a suburban shut-in
And your children made the bed
While you got lost in your head
In your head
Buy a one-way ticket to
Colorado
Pour another drink or two
Pretend your shallow
Take a risk and call a friend
Pretend to wonder how they have been
Get mad don’t make a mends
Close your eyes until it ends
Until it ends
Started daydreaming again
Saw a vision of a man
He sat down by me on the grass
While my barefeet dangled in
To the water where I swam
And it sucked me right back in
And I forgot just where I’d been
So I started to sink
Deeper and deeper underneath
So I started to sink
Deeper and deeper underneath
Your feet
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7. |
Asleep at the Wheel
03:19
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I try and try and try
To be a better friend
To those I keep around
I saw a good man die
And belly laughed as I
Watched him hit the ground
You long to be free
But you can never be
I cried and cried and cried
A sad confession that
I drank and slept around
I lied and lied and lied
And took a bunch of shit
That wasn’t mine
You wanted to breathe
But she won’t let you breathe
You wanted to bleed
But she won’t let you bleed
Now you long to be free
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8. |
Big, Bad Wolf
04:06
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I started shivering
At the bus stop near my house
I hear she’s quivering now
When his hand touches her blouse
See, I remember rainy days
We sent the kids out to play
And I was forcing you to say
What you didn’t want to say
Does that make me cruel?
I grabbed a story book
From behind our daughter’s couch
And a little, black matchbook
I lit a smoke on my way down
See, it’s the little things
That I can’t quite figure out
Am I the big, bad wolf?
Will I blow this whole house down?
Does that make me cruel?
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9. |
Kitchen Sink
02:49
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10. |
Cops / Robbers
04:56
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slept on the carpet
of my father's mobile home
i dried my eyes and walked
a half-mile in the snow
man, it was cold
my brother told me
that i should not go alone
then he got angry
and i drove to ilwaco
and i stole cigarettes
from the drugstore
rip out the pages if you can
it's history
no one understands
and you were born
with a name you can't give back
you were just a kid
reading paperbacks
while your mother laughed
and all the good went bad
(they did the drugs
and you sang the songs
everyone was happier with you gone)
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Young Elk Portland, Oregon
Distant, melodic, and at times, crushingly bleak, Young Elk take their more subtle musical cues from introspective
americana, shoegaze, and minimalist 90’s indie rock, falling somewhere between Pedro The Lion, Low, and Slowdive.
Young Elk is Ezekiel J Rudick, Tony Reyes, Bruce Reed, and Nic Moen
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