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Dialin' In (Voodoo Eyes)
03:28
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I don't mind flyin in
liars die mired in sin
dialers all are dialin' in the numbers of their lot
If I call, don't you shout
I'll call you up or call you out
cancel all your paper routes, give as good as I got
You've got your voodoo eyes on where my love goes to die
It didn't come as no surprise to anybody's spies
Sick dreams flood the streams of thought in my minds busted seams,
seemingly in reverie, I'm really in disguise
And if you recognize me in all my over-sized ambition and my do or die speeches one must give
then you've earned the trust lust has mustered into rust,
goin' big or goin bust at least you're gonna live
Love's not a carnival, some lovers are carnivores
sellin love will make you poor but buyin's either/or
Keep calm, keep the cut, keep stallin while you're cullin "what's?" from the seriously stunted cancer called a crowd.
Thick veins raining down all around the reigning sound, kings and queens go pound for pound but princes just go down.
Downtown rounders round corners like they cut em out, but I just fuck around stuck up on my mound.
I'm the king of the hill, starving till I get my fill of subjects who breathe through their gills, drowning right out loud.
Don't keep hope on high, loneliness will get you by. Utter isolation's fine, but sleep is better still.
Dreams are curses all, cursive at the curtains fall, curators curtailin' all the cold fish they can call.
God's got his mighty fist wrapped around a crucifix, he's askin' me to kiss it, shit I'm dyin' bit by bit.
well, love lies, suicide rides a thin red honest line. It's almost like you wanna die by just bein' alive.
Good girls hurl their pearls at pigs in this shitty world. Turntables do good turns for spurners wearing spurs.
Blood runs down the walls like subway station waterfalls, fallin' out in bathroom stalls or fallin' out of love.
I won't be the one that you put the hit out on, girl you gotta pin it on someone you really want.
Still I'll die for you, lay inside a lie for you, all I"m really tryna do is be used not abused.
Look, little rivers run, what are they all running from? The stream that gave birth to some....
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2. |
Pretty Waste
03:53
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No I ain't just a pretty face, I'm a pretty waste and I'm pretty wasted
Aches make waste taste pretty great, If I'm a little late call me a little later
Yeah I been up the bend a bit, a little bent, and some brittle men lent me little friends
A fiend fans flames like the fire's shame and the smoke is names that he used to know.
Why burn bridges you can live under?
Why sink ships that still can be plundered?
Why steal stories that you can spread?
If they're in your head or from your mouth they're said they might as well be yours.
No I ain't just a last resort, I'm a common course, not your cowboys "horse."
Spores poured for steamy softcore porn, like a crown of thorns, scorns saviors more.
Thieves please lead huntin' scum police fulfill the need to break the backs of scenes and they're in your dreams only you believe that they are your friends, and you wake again to a bed of sweat and a shit eating grin then the day begins and you feel nothing till you break that skin or bust that seal or light that smoke, this ain't a fucking joke.
Why burn bridges you can live under?
Why sink ships that still can be plundered?
Why steal stories that you can spread?
If they're in your head or from your mouth they're said, they might as well be yours.
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3. |
Baby Below You
03:50
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I”ve been living inside myself too long
I can’t even tell my right from my left from my wrong
I don’t even know which hand I’m counting on
I won’t even count the fingers that I’m keeping crossed
There’s no frequency I’d rather hear than you
Shutting up after you’ve had one or ten or two
You’ve been drinking ‘bout me, thinking up all your booze
You’ve been inking in the winking and you’re fucking smooth
There’s no reason that I’m wishing I get rich.
There’s no reason why I piss and whine and why I bitch.
There’s no meaning behind leaning out the window and letting go of the baby below you.
There’s no decency you recently said to me
Decent of you to repeat the talk you think I need
I’m not listening ‘till I’ve heard another word
That sounds more like you and less like you’re getting insured
There’s no reason that I’m wishing I get rich
There’s no reason why I piss and whine and why I bitch
There’s no meaning behind leaning out the window and letting go of the baby below you
Forget families having panic self portraits made
Don’t forget the premature baby born too late
Throw him in the frame or throw him out of touch
Throw him down or throw him up like your wet lunch
There’s no reason that I’m wishing I get rich
Theres no reason why I piss and whine and why I bitch
There’s no meaning behind leaning out the window and letting go of the baby below you.
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Blue Train
03:30
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Wake up in the morning feeling blue
Cuz I go to bed at night thinking I’m with you
Oh I’m so out of tune
No one else will do
I can’t get over being without you
The prospect of bein’ present’s wearin’ thin
Along with my wan and wine-fed grin
I, I’m spacin’ out again
I think I got the spins
I’m waiting for someone to bring me in
I been waitin’ on this blue train
I been blowin off some steam again
Cuz I don’t wanna miss you
Like I know I’m gonna do
I been waiting on this blue line
I think I really got it right this time
And the things that you’ve been tellin me, you really wanna be telling me
Don’t believe a lover’s heartfelt lies
Or wind up wearing water in your eyes
Oh, one once said to me
They’re words I do believe
But to have you whole I’d gladly be deceived
I been waiting on this blue train
I been blowin off some steam again
Cuz I don’t wanna miss you
Like I know I’m gonna do
I been waiting on this blue line
I think I really got it right this time
And the things that you’ve been tellin me, you really wanna be telling me.
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Facin' A Crowd
02:26
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Sickness, I call it sickness
Comin’ over me as you walk down
I saw your eye wanderin’
Flashin blue salutes through the corner crowd
Pick me
Pick me
Pick me cuz I love you, and I”ll love you for real
I got all the blues that one boy’s even allowed to get.
Hope you fall in love with the only one who doesn’t cast his net
Pick me
Pick me
Pick me cuz I love you, and I’ll love you for real
Pick me
Pick me
Pick me cuz I love you, and I’ll love you for real
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Well I’ve been livin out of boxes and out of mama’s pockets and there’s one thing that I’ll say to you:
You better duck down the alleyway under what you’re going through
Well I was raised on all the lies and the cheap fucking hype and there’s one thing that I’ll say to you:
You better duck down the alleyway under what you’re going through
Cuz people got ways of being mean
And people never say what they mean
People got ways of being cruel to you
What are they going through?
What are they going through?
Well I been living out of boxes and out of mama’s pockets and there’s one thing that I’ll say to you:
You better duck down the alleyway under what you’re going through
I been rockin on the bed posts my dreams are made of dead ghosts and I don’t have nothin’ to say to you
I’m just duckin down the alleyway under what I’m going through
Cuz people got ways of bein mean
And people never say what they mean
People got ways of being cruel to you
What are they going through?
What are they going through?
Well I been living out of boxes and out of mama’s pockets and there’s one thing that I’ll say to you:
You better duck down they alleyway under what you’re going through
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7. |
Second Chance Blues
02:47
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I’ve given you no reason to trust me
But I hope that you do all the same
Cuz deep in my heart I’m miles apart from the man I was,
Honey I’ve changed
Your dad gets a sick sorry feeling
When you say that I’m doing okay
And your ma just goes totally silent
Whenever you mention my name
I’ve fucked you up worse than I imagined
The thing I swore I’d never do
And the shit that I’ve done, I’d wish on no one
Least of all someone like you
I’ve given you no reason to trust me
But I hope that you do all the same
Cuz deep in my heart I’m miles apart from the man I was,
Honey I’ve changed
I can’t say I blame you at all babe
I really kinda hate myself too
But the people out here all call me dear,
You’ll learn to love the man that they do
Yeah the people out here all call me dear,
You’ll learn to love the man that they do
Well your dad gets a sick sorry feeling
When you say that I’m doing okay
And your ma just goes totally silent
Whenever you mention my name
But I love you too much to wonder
What our life could have been
No matter the price, even if I pay twice
I really wanna try again
No matter the price, even if I pay twice
I really wanna try again
Cuz deep in my heart I’m miles apart from the man I was,
Honey I’ve changed
Yeah deep in my heart I’m miles apart from the man I was,
Honey I’ve changed.
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8. |
If Love Is A Bottle
02:24
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If love is a bottle, a bottle of wine
Then I love you girl all the time
You’re my girl, you’re my girl
Well if I’ve got the problem
And you’re the fix,
What are you gonna do about it?
My girl, you’re my girl
I’m sure that you’re, I’m sure that you’re my girl
If love is a baggie of some stuff
Well I tell you I”ve had enough
No more, no more for me
If I had one thing I’d wanna say
And one way that I could say it, to your face:
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, you’re my girl
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Misses
03:07
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I’ve got this pain I never use
And killin it gives me the blues
I gotta hand it to you, girl
You sure taught me how to lose
I’ve got this love I never share
I’ll keep you close and say I care
There’s enough cut to go around
I”ll keep my heart lyin’ on the ground
My chemical condolences
A couple claims, a double shift
A bummer bleeding out in shit
Some layer cake to flavor it
I got this friend I never see
He could be gut shot and bleeding
For all I know and I could care less
I’m looking forward to missing him
I just cannot make out the point
Why am I here? Why am I your boy?
Leave me alone like you found me
Or I”ll leave you, I’ll leave you be
I only love the things I miss
I don’t love you, you’re who I’m with
But once I lose you and you’re gone
You’ll be the one, you’ll be the one
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I’ve got a friend who hates everything I do
But he’s oh so poetic when he talks to you
Ooooh here he comes talking now
He’s trying to say I love you but he don’t know how
He’s only lonely in a crowd, where his sadness has an audience
I’ve got a friend who loves everything he says
He takes all his words from the books he thinks I’ve never read
Yeah here he comes misquoting me
He’s trying to say “I love you” instead he says “I need”
He’s never cleverer than these people that he feels the need to please
I’ve got a friend who hates everything I do
I’ve got a friend who lies and loves to lose
I’ve got a friend who pretends when he says “please”
I’ve got a friend who wishes he was me
I”ve got a friend who leaves nothing up to chance
Only gets angry if it’s in advance
Oooh here he comes, the knives are out
He’s trying to say “I hate you” but he don’t know how
He’s always playin it so cool, he’s the only one fooled
I’ve got a friend who steals all of my best lines
Passes them off as thoughts from his fertile mind
Oh god we got a genius here
My brilliant buddy’s gonna make it clear
He’s the only one worth hearing here
I’ve got a friend who hates everything I do
I’ve got a friend who lies and loves to lose
I’ve got a friend who pretends when he says please
I’ve got a friend who wishes he was me
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Boy In The Basement
02:59
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Yeah I’m the burnout boy in the basement
I’m hoping a Replacements song comes on when I cum
Yeah eyes wide as moons, I’m as yellow as the sun
I wonder if I really ever really loved someone?
Urinal cake eyes watering up, I think I cry when I’m fucked up, I think I’d die if I didn’t already feel dead….
It’s something to do with the way that you look at me, you hate me, you don’t want me, you’re looking for something real, and it’s horrible, the way I make you feel
Yeah come downstairs to the basement
I’m smokin’ up what could have been a nice card or a rose
I’ll never give you more than what’s easiest for me
So let’s get high and I could try to fake some empathy
Urinal cake eyes watering up, I think I cry when I’m fucked up, I think I’d die if I didn’t already feel dead…
It’s something to do with the way that you leave me lyin’, a coffin under the stairs, starin’ at the pairs, and it’s horrible, the way you make me care
Yeah I’m the burnout boy in the basement
I been hoping a Replacements song comes on when I can cum, I can come,
And my eyes wide as moons, I’m as yellow as the sun
I don’t think that I really ever loved anyone
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Gas Station Glasses
02:41
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Baby get trashy like trash bags are passes
And cover my eyes up like gas station glasses
If love is blind, deaf, dumb, or on time
Then I”ll make love late, waitin’ till youre mine
I could be dreamin or I could be dead
But I won’t be sleepin till you’re wrapped round my head
And we won’t look flashy, we’ll tell by their glances
But I”ll wear you round town like gas station glasses
Girl I”ve been hunting for a stylish pair
Of some Dolce Gabana or Prada to wear
But they don’t do me justice, though precious they’re poor
And though they look good they’re not what I look for
I’m looking for something striking to the core
I think I’d care more for something more care worn
The good ones are cheap and babe you were free
Like death in a dream you just came to me
They say that true beauty’s as fair as it’s price
And tell me that true love is clean and thinks twice
But I can get trashy like trash bags are passes
And wear you all day like gas station glasses
I’d rather be crass than class conscious or casted
The life I have left is too quickly passing
So babe lets get trashy, trash bag back stage passes
And get outta this town like gas station glasses
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Oh God
02:39
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I was born in Illinois
And that’s probly where I’ll die
A deer in the headlights
Too shocked to say goodbye
I was raised on white lies
And with vinegar in my eyes
Some tears ain’t for cryin’
But I can compromise
Well I was born in Illinois
And that’s probly where I’ll die
Oh God.
She was born in Chapel Hill
In the moonlight and divine
Life’s bitter mystery
A shroud, a shred of sky
If I found her I could love her
I think I’m the only one
I believe in true despair
So I believe in true love
But she was born in Chapel Hill
And she’s probably found someone
Oh God
There’s some living
I should be doing
In the daylight, in the night
Or I could cling to comas, my God gave me that right
I’m a vulture circlin’ over
Some hulk of rotting love
God give me courage
To keep my head above
All the memories that would drown me
If they got into my eye
But I was born in Illinois
And that’s probly where I”ll die
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14. |
Too True To Be Good
01:51
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Well Susannah’s the hole I’ll throw myself into for a while
Slink around
Follow her perfumed hair
I’m getting sick at the prospect of having to live
Oh, I can’t
Oh my Lily’s the hole. I just can’t get out of this one,
No, it shouldn’t be this hard to move
I’d lie if I could, but this is too true to be good
Oh it’s no good.
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When we’re together again my love, you know I won’t forget a thing.
I’ve seen both faces of the watch, fast and slow, and I know what those second hands bring
I’ll make every minute count my dear, to make up for the time we were apart
And If I lost track of the tickin’ of the clock
I never missed a beat of my own heart
Cuz everybody has their own true love whose heart keeps time with theirs even far apart
I’m lucky I know who mine is
I’m lucky I heard your heart
When we’re together again my love, I hope you don’t forget a thing
And if the fates decide to separate us again, I’ll always stay true to the love that I’m in
Cuz everybody has their own true love, whose heart keeps time with theirs even far apart
I’m lucky I know who mine is
I’m lucky I heard your heart
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Saw you just the other day
Felt like there was something I should say
But the only words that would come out of my mouth were
“honey, you’re a stranger to me now”
You were still deeply in love
That at least to me was clear enough
The last thing that I wanted to do was to bring you down
But baby, you’re a stranger to me now
And it’s not your fault or mine
All it was was too much passing time
We let the king of memory bow down and drop his crown
And darling, you’re a stranger to me now
But to recognize your face
Brought me back to much happier days
When I could read the thoughts behind your pretty little brow
But baby, you’re a stranger to me now
When I walked away again
Who could have said that we’d ever been friends?
I used to love you more than anything I’d ever found
But honey, you’re a stranger to me now
It’s funny how the heart forgets the things it used to hound
Funny, you’re a stranger to me now
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Tears Don't Fall
03:20
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I don’t know why when you cry tears don’t fall from your eyes
I don’t know why when you cry tears don’t fall from your eyes
Ooh you’re so pretty to me
Don’t know why nobody else sees
Wanna make you my world
I’ll never be with another girl
I don’t know why when you laugh it sounds like an attack
I don’t know why when you laugh it sounds like an attack
Ooh you’re so pretty to me
Even though you turn me green
Wanna make you my world
I’ll never be with another girl
I don’t know why when you love it feels like giving up
I don’t know why when you love it feels like giving up
Ooh you’re so pretty to me
Even though your eyes are green
Wanna make you my world
I’ll never be with another girl
I don’t know why when you cry tears don’t fall from your eyes
I don’t know why when you cry tears don’t fall from your eyes
I don’t know why when you cry tears don’t fall from your eyes
I don’t know why when you cry tears don’t fall from your eyes
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