Like We Never Left

by Mr. Davis

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released 29 September 2012

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I'm a dude from Tampa, FL, I was the bass player for: Snot Rocket, Captain Caffeine, The Know-it-Alls, Rejekted, 3 % Milk, ... more Rest of Us and Moose Masseuse. I am married with 2 kids and currently have been doing solo acoustic songs since 2007. I have lots of songs, some of which are good. I love punk rock, clean socks, food and sleep. less

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Track Name: Too Far Gone to Hear Me Scream
you've got a lot of things on your mind today.
seems the past mistakes won't fade.
I'm on the back porch as you walk away
you're too far gone, to hear me scream...

and I remember back in high school, way before I even met you
this lonely kinda feeling. Drag my face across the ceiling.

it's OK to blow a gasket dear, cause i deserve it and i feel worthless...

you check the gas gauge a 1,000 times a day
running on empty in every way
I'm on the front porch, looking straight ahead
you're too far gone to know I'm dead

and I remember back in 8th grade
way before I ever got laid
this lonely kinda feeling
drag my face across the ceiling.
Track Name: Ode to Chewy
I heard his record collection is such a site for sore eyes.
when you hear his name to automatically know who I'm talking about.
who am I talking about?

It's just Chewy. chewbac-ca-a-ah-oh-oh-woah-a-oh...(er something)
He's so much more than just the guy at the front door.

He's not Chase, he's not Cheddar, he turned me on to the Measure [sa].
when you hear his name to automatically know who I'm talking about.
who am I talking about?
It's just Chewy. chewbac-ca-a-ah-oh-oh-woah-a-oh...(er something)
He's so much more than just the guy at the front door.
Track Name: Stinky Sink Pt.2
You're sleeping in separate bedrooms,
different laundry days, deleting your browser history like I wouldn't find it one day.
You're cold and short in conversation and I haven't seen you in days, Teco's coming over today and the rent is two weeks late...

but I'm exactly where I've wanted to be, so if you wanna leave me then fine, just don't forget your copy of my key and let me be free, and I'm over crying in the beer that I don't even drink, so if you're planning to bail the least you could do is clean this stinky sink.

Last nights supper's in the microwave and I'm a slave to you, you got me up all night like a worried parent but I'm not the same, it took ten years to change but now you're inside my brain and I'll never be the same.
Track Name: Give me 5 Seconds
All alone in my head again,
I got two kisses before you left,
I feel 1,000 times worse now, cause I was lying the whole time.

Give me five fists to my face
just give me five seconds to lose it,
(ugh, why are you such a jerk?)
I'm a fucking asshole baby and I'll prove it.

(You say sorry doesn't mean a god damn thing.
you say sorry doesn't bring change, you say actions speak
louder than words, you could be right darling.)

Well it's on to the second verse,
and I got nowhere to turn.
I gotta sink, sink, sinking feeling that we are on the verge of
not believing in everything that made us fall in love, when we were young,
kisses and hugs, but last night you fell out of love.

All alone in my head again,
I got two kisses before you left,
I feel 1,000 times worse now, cause I was lying the whole time.
Track Name: Doc, I Don't Feel Like Time Traveling Today
And time will tell us nothing at all that we won't already know
'cause we'll be dead, and we're dying, we'll soon be dead.
And time's got a funny way of telling us who we are and we don't know what's in store; time traveling,
what's the point anymore?

I'll be lucky if I see 66 the way I'm going now, look at me, I am a walking used-to-be.
But I'll keep writing songs, and I'll keep singing songs.
And it won't be long before we go.

And time's got a funny way of telling us who we are and we don't know what's in store; time traveling;
what's the point anymore?
And time will tell us nothing at all that we won't already know
'cause we'll be dead, and we're dying, we'll soon be dead.
And time will tell us nothing at all that we won't already know
'cause we'll be dead, and we're dying, we'll soon be dead.
And time's got a funny way of telling us who we are and we don't know what's in store; time traveling;
what's the point anymore?

And we don't need a Flux Capacitor, where we're going, it's not gonna burn and it's not on a cloud in the sky.
And I will try to keep my head on this time and fuck 1985, live for the moment to die.

And time will tell us nothing at all that we won't already know
'cause we'll be dead, and we're dying, we'll soon be dead.
And time's got a funny way of telling us who we are and we don't know what's in store; time traveling,
what's the point anymore?
Track Name: One Giant Leap for Sleep
You would have thought I'd learned my lesson last September but I opened up my mouth again,
and I'm so sick and tired of waiting by the mailbox, no text, no email, no telegram, no raven.

Just another day without you, yeah another day is through...

But you're somewhere that I am not, always losing my mind, one step at a time.

Just put on your blindfold and love me the way I pretend in my head,
it's all on the outside creeping in and I'm too tired to reach for the remote control
so I'll be dreaming tonight you're two easy payments of 1995.

And you're somewhere that I am not, always losing my mind, one step at a time.

Just another day without you (and the cycle just continues)
Yeah, another day is through (and the cycle just continues)
Track Name: Preemie Punx
(Well I guess you heard I'm back in Tampa, well I don't go to Ybor City much, and where would I be if I wasn't dropping names? Would you listen if all the songs didn't sound the same?)

All of her friends on the front porch, sniffing shit and eating mushrooms. Paranoid punx without a curfew, smoking pot, drinking whiskey like their big bro.

"Hey dude, can I bum a cigarette?"
"Hey dude, can I get another hit?"
"Hey dude, I'm broke till next Thursday."
"Hey dude, this new band sounds amazing."

HEY DUDE... FUCK YOU!
I'm not babysitting these brats no more, I just wanna go home and smoke alone.
HEY DUDE... FUCK YOU!
I'm not buying alcohol for these kids, shouldn't they be in bed? Don't you have class or something?
HEY DUDE... FUCK YOU!
I'm gonna go ask my mom for 20 bucks so we can all stay up and get fucked up.

"That's what I wanna do, I wanna get real fucked up, I wanna go to a show tonight and get fucking wasted."

"Oh shit, oh man, I'm not feeling too good, call my mom, I think I'm gonna be sick."
Track Name: The Strongest Glue
Sometimes jealousy plays such a big role in the way I'm feeling, that when you're talking to me, you're not really talking to ME. With my head out the window like some pet detective, I'm checking the trash in your inbox tonight, surprised at what I might find?

You love me, I love you too, but sometimes trust is the stronger glue and I get off on vivid details dear.
I fucked up, you're fed up, but you're not begging to hang around this time tonight.