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last grandpa bay thanks for coming release

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released May 29, 2017

rachel brown - guitar/vocals
lindsey sherman - bass
nate amos - drums

songs written by rachel brown, february 9, 2015 - january 6, 2016

recorded/mixed/mastered by nate amos
@ grandpa bay in chicago, il on may 23, 2017

released on grandbay.bandcamp.com on may 29,2017

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Track Name: "anything"
you say you say you say anything
to get me back to get me back on your team

but i don’t trust my legs anymore
they’re running past me faster than before
and i don’t trust my lungs like i should
they keep coughing up things i said i would do

you say you say you say anything
to get me back to get me back on your team

but i don’t trust your lies like i used to
when i thought that good people told the truth
and i don’t trust your silver screen like i did
when you said it was all beautiful, but it was all painted on

you say you say you say you say anything
to get me back to get me back on your team
you say you say you say you say anything
to get me back to get me back on your team
Track Name: i'm not my flower dresses
and i hear my voice crack
under the weight of your expectations
you want me to be a star
but i’m barely a person
i can feel their finger tips holding back my tongue
saying, “please don’t embarrass us”

and i’m not my flower dresses in springtime
and i’m not my flower dresses in springtime
and i’m not my flower dresses in springtime
and i’m not my flower dresses in springtime
and i’m not my flower dresses in springtime
they’re just something for me to hide bones behind
Track Name: human being
your heart’s made out of metal
it’s pumping out pure lead
and it’s trying to pretend
that it’s made out of flesh

your fingers fall apart
because they’re made of stone
and you called me to ask
if this is what it’s like letting go

and you trace my body shape and say how nice it would be to be human
and i am asleep in my dreams thinking how nice it would be to be anything else

my head is in my hands
i try to make sense of it all
and you say this is beautiful
as you look at the dead end of the hall

we are sitting in the corner
listening to the pitches of their voices
and your ears start growing flowers
and you tear them apart to hear the noises

and you trace my body shape and say how nice it would be to be human
and i am asleep in my dreams thinking how nice it would be to be anything else
and you trace my body shape and say how nice it would be to be human
and i yell at you in my sleep screaming how nice it would be to stop being
and you trace my body shape and say how nice it would be to be human
and i wake up in my sheets just another morning as a human being
and you trace my body shape and say how nice it would be to be human
and i take the train thinking how nice it would be to be anything else
Track Name: my hands r everywhere
i’ve got my hand inside my skeleton
trying to make myself into a puppet
so someone else can live my life
and i can rot away from the inside

i’ve got my hand inside your sleeve
i promised you that i wouldn’t bleed
i told my mom that i wouldn’t jump
i told my dad that i’m not a fuck up

i’ve got my hand inside my skin
how long has it really been?
are my bones tired or is that just me?
i tried to push you away so i could leave

i’ve got my hand inside my skeleton
trying to make myself into a puppet
so someone else can live my life
and i can rot away from the inside
Track Name: they're only cigarettes
smoking until the insides of my lungs
look just like yours
at least i’m not pretending i’m not dying
like you are

drinking until the insides of my liver
looks just like yours
you’re saying to stop doing what i’m doing
but you still are

i have a cough i really don’t want
and a reason to drink nyquil from the bottle
my throat hurts and i’m feeling really tired
but sometimes i don’t hate myself still

smoking until the insides of my lungs
look just like yours
and i’m not sure which one of us is really sick
me or you, the hypocrite