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Transit
03:23
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Four counties today, but tomorrow will be three
I’ll wake up in the same bed where I’ll go to sleep
I’m always on the move, yet I never leave
Alameda, Santa Clara, San Mateo, and then back to the City
I’m wearing white on the road, so it feels like home
I’m drooling in her bed, so it feels like my own
When the morning comes, I don’t want to know
It’s a quarter to six, I should be sleeping or gone or both
It’s a great way to see places I’ve hardly been
I sit back, relax, and watch it all roll right by me
Sure as shit I feel a little guilty
I don’t look no one in the eye; I close mine; I pretend I’m asleep
I’m wearing white on the road, so it feels like home
I’m drooling in her bed, so it feels like my own
When the morning comes, I don’t want to know
It’s a quarter to six, I should be sleeping or gone or both
And my backpack’s full. Packed tight: cylindrical
I could be gone for a day or two, or maybe three
I triangulate my way around the Bay
Dreaming of the day I spend it all in one county
Until then...
I’m wearing white on the road, so it feels like home
I’m drooling in her bed, so it feels like my own
When the morning comes, I don’t want to know
It’s a quarter to six, I should be sleeping or gone or both
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Friend Template
03:25
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I can’t hang around with no slow walkers
I can’t shoot the shit with no close talkers
I need a friend who can give me space
I need a friend who can pick up the pace
Someone to keep it down when the bar’s quiet
If there’s another round, my bud will let me buy it
I need someone who can read a room
And doesn’t mind a free beer or two
We can hang around
We can hang around
We can hang around
We can hang around
Someone who’s down to walk, or better yet, take transit
Someone who reads the blogs and will lose their shit if the Giants win the pennant
I need a friend who digs the Muni worm
And knows all the alternate uniforms
We can hang around
We can hang around
We can hang around
We can hang around
I got friends
And they’re all great
But if you asked me what my favorite part is
These are just some traits
We can hang around
We can hang around
We can hang around
We can hang around
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Not Worrying
03:31
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When I asked you if you had let it go
Like I had a few weeks ago
You gave me a look like you still weren't sure
But I'm not on your time anymore
So when you figure it out, give me a call
I'll pick up if I have time to talk
Or I won't; I could be asleep
Or doing something else that makes me happy
And not worrying about what could have been
I thought i was a fool
But baby that was then.
Now I'm doing whatever makes me smile
I hope that you are too.
I'll check in in a while
When you said you didn't think this could work
My first thought's “I fucked up” -- yeah I'm a jerk
But I played it in my head a couple thousand times
And can't see a way we could have made it right
But it's not so bad. I’m doing what i want to do
I'm playing guitar instead of squabbling with you
And i hope you're holding up
Cause i love you baby, and that won't stop
But i'm not worrying about what could have been
If we hadn't come unglued
If we hadn't found an end
I'm going out on the weekend
I'm gonna have another round
Now I can sleep in
So pour the whiskey ‘til I'm tired
Or I'll go to bed at 10PM
Being sad ain't required
Or recommended
I'm not worrying about what could have been
I like it on my own
I got plenty of friends
I got a lot of good things going
I'm writing lots of songs
I'm playing in this band
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Spud Buddy San Francisco, California
A four-piece twangy, gritty, and dreamy rock n’ roll band from San Francisco, CA
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