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essentially just a long acoustic demo. a bunch of single-track originals, all recorded on my phone. (unfinished)

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released January 4, 2015

lyrics: Andrew Walsh and Christian Strey
music: Andrew Walsh

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The Whole Camel Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

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Track Name: feel sick
You make me feel sick
to my stomach
like i ate a ton of butterflies and they all want me
to vomit

cause then they'd all be free
albeit covered in whatever's inside of me
you make me feel sick
in a good way

this is kinda gross
for a love song
and probably kinda gross for
most other types of songs

now that i think of it
saying you make me sick
well that might be
less than flattering

when i am with you i feel like
i wanna die
like any sort of nervous twitch
could steer me right into a big semi

and lying face down in a ditch
i'd think "oh god why?"
in fact i wish i had cause then
i would get to fly

away and up to heaven
where i could eventually
spend all of eternity with you
and i swear that wasn't an insult

you make me feel sick
in the best way
Track Name: for the police
I ran the red light after
Coming to a complete stop
I guess I thought it changed, I was
Distracted by the cop

he pulled up in the lane
beside me, and we locked eyes
So much for the left turn
that his signal signified

*chorus*
Every time those guys show up
Its all cuffs and broken jaws
But man, if not for the police
I swear I’d never break the law

Heading south down west street
I caught sight of boys in blue
So instinct took me north
And I fell hard into some dude

His wallet hit the ground
And as I tried to hand it back
The fuzz showed up again
And nearly beat me half to death

*chorus*

There were beatings
And more ER trips
And I grew real fond
Of morphine drips

And so I started
stealing cars
Necessity now has me
Behind bars

*chorus*
Track Name: Fighting Stance
Dad was watching football i was
Wishing we had a second tv
And thinking i'd never feel that way
About damn near anything so i would
Root for the bad guys and
Hope that your qb got injured i just
Wanted to watch cartoons you just
Wanted me to be more like
My sister

Behold the fighting stance of those who never really learned to fight
Studied up on dragonball but never got the kaioken quite right
Witness the awesome power of those who mostly mutter under breath
Why risk physical injury when passive aggression's never failed me yet

Shipped off to build character
Or at least one he'd prefer
The other indoor kids weren't much support
With the big kids hunting me for sport soon i'm
Knocked down by some tough guy so i
Cough up dirt and curl knuckle
Next time i try to hit below the belt
I'll focus on avoidIng the buckle

Icing my hands at first aid when they make the call
Tell my parents that i broke it playing football

Behold the fighting stance of those who never really learned to fight
Watched yu yu hakusho but never got the spirit gun quite right
Witness the awesome power of those who mostly mutter under breath
Why risk physical injury when passive aggression's never failed me

Yet rubbing it in never put the remote in my hands
Maybe if i told the truth i coulda guilted my way into karate lessons
Then i wouldn't have to stoop so low as to ever need to use my words again
But in the end, it was simpler to just sigh a lot louder and write angry songs instead

Behold the fighting stance of those who never really learned to fight
Even tried sailor moon, but never found a skirt that felt quite right
Witness the awesome power of those who mostly mutter under breath
Why risk physical injury when passive aggression's never failed me
Track Name: generic punk song #7
let's all watch a fucking sitcom
let's all nuke some mac n' cheese
we can make an indentation in the sofa
let's all go get heart disease

let's all revive the economy
let's all buy stuff we don't need
we can build a mall on top of anything
till then we can just shop on QVC

(chr.)
who cares what happens to the earth 400 years from now?
we'll be long dead anyhow
why should we waste our time making the world a better place?
it's no fun to save the human race

let's invade someone else's country
let's all drive big SUVs
we can start a fire in the forest
bring mother nature to her goddamn knees

let's all bring forth the apocalypse
let's take the time to make ice-9 then at least there'd be no mud
we can cast our vote, elect rush limbaugh
let's all let the streets run red with blood

(chr.)
Track Name: sweet harriet
sitting by my stop, swinging your feet
low and behold sweet harriet, saving me a seat
never thought you one to wait around while i'm off alone
sweet harriet, i'm coming home

hit the interstate with my shit box of a car
sounding like it wants to rattle apart
couldn't make it half a mile before my thoughts came back to you
and it wasn't half a mile more when the car died right on cue
now you're

sitting by my stop, swinging your feet
low and behold sweet harriet, saving me a seat
of course you'll always wait around while i'm off alone
sweet harriet, i'm coming home

one day i'll learn there just ain't no escape
your hooks and my sense of self reliance never will equate
and i know that some part of you feels the same way too
but i like feeling safe and warm and codependent on you

and i know
i'm at home
with you
and i'm sure
i'll feel home
sick again soon

sitting by my stop, swinging your feet
low and behold sweet harriet, saving me a seat
why do you always wait around while i'm off alone?
sweet harriet, i'm coming home

i hope you always wait around while i'm off alone
sweet harriet, i'm coming home
Track Name: born to pun (a lesser vice)
The rocks stuck in my shoes don't bother me so much
they can pinch a toe or two but they can't seem to touch
my soul

my girl's in the crowd hurling boos and hisses
but i will take the hits if you would take my misses
please

(chorus)
i can't always say just what it is that i mean
but i'm thinking that maybe it would be nice
if i could somehow get a grip on things
but then again i guess it's just a lesser vice

now there's blood in my shoes but that might be okay
i'd rather shoe away these blues for which my genes might be to blame
don't you know

i know the wards by heart and sing when i'm permitted
cause practice makes for slightly better art and it helps if you're committed
it's true

i dictate the notes they take, this parliament of scowls
these quacks squawk at each mistake, but i don't understand the fowls

(chorus)
Track Name: kerry
Oh Kerry, I used to say
How can you be so happy each and every day
I wanna make you sad, is that so bad?
To show you those emotions you forgot you had

Come on Kerry, oh don’t you see?
How this could come off like some kind of dare to me
To test my mettle, to see who will win out
Your unrelenting happiness or my self doubt

{Chr.}
Maybe bliss, doesn’t need ignorance
but I don’t see the sense in, your relentless happiness
you sure seem to be, quite painfully aware
so why can’t you see that’s not the way we’re meant to be

Oh Kerry, can it be true
you see the world just as clearly as I do
I ask you how, can you be so brave
You smile back and ask me why I’m so afraid?

Come on Kerry, you know I’m rarely wrong
And I think that you will be sad before too long
One day you’ll wake up, things just won’t be right
However you react it oughta be quite a sight

{Chr.}

I’m sorry Kerry, I’ve seen you cry
It wasn’t interesting it just made me wanna die
I guess I got my wish. God I feel so selfish
I’m on my last rope and its not enough to hang myself with

Oh Kerry.
Bounce back like you do.
Come on Kerry
This just isn’t you.
Track Name: Scirocco_1
oh sure it's perfectly picturesque, like something norman rockwell might've tried to address, but
i mean like if he hadn't been so decidedly american
perhaps i'm lacking in sentiment
but is this pretty picture worth the sense you lose from
grinding days away, earning nothing but warm regard for pay, but no
you'd have to be made of ice to not wanna live this way

every spring, the desert breeze arrives, drives the women mad
and kills off all the olive flies
already i've had my fill of dry heat and sand, come fall we will pick fruit
but for now we will harvest wind

it's too hot to move, so i lie face down on the floor
just for fun i might pack my bags, knowing full well i'd never make it out the door
and the breeze it creeps in like death, i draw defiant breath, feeling how
worms must feel, shipwrecked on hot cement
hoping for the rain to come and wash away the sand i so resent

(chorus)

and i know the post cards tell a different tale
another island paradise, meanwhile cruise lines set record sales
and i'd be leaving here today
if i didn't think the breeze would catch my sail
and send me back before i made it out of the bay

(chorus)