Weekend Treasures, Monday's Trash

by Motel Glory

supported by
/
  • Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

     $5 USD  or more

     

  • Record/Vinyl

    Full color jacket + lyric insert. $13 (FREE SHIPPING) plus digital download.

    Includes unlimited streaming of Weekend Treasures, Monday's Trash via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 3 days
    edition of 500 

     $13 USD or more

     

1.
2.
3.
4.
03:19
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
01:49
10.
11.
03:28
12.

about

Also streaming on Spotify, Mog, Rhapsody, Google Play, etc.

credits

released 08 May 2013

Gregory Ellis – vocals, guitar
Slade Baird – guitar, vocals
Tavis Krepps– bass guitar
Stan Gibson - drums, vocals

John Nipe - piano
Chris Gervais and Matt McClain – fucker choir

Aurally cut and glued by John Nipe at Satellite.
Visually cut and glued by Jeremy Ray.
Mastered by Nick Petersen.
Needledropped by Cole McKinney.

tags

license

all rights reserved

feeds

feeds for this album, this artist
Track Name: Muscle Memory
I feel like shit and so do you.
It’s nothing new.
I'm not scared.
I want somebody to push me in.
Are these your friends?
True believers?
They’re bottom feeders.
I'm not scared.
I want somebody to push me in.

You don't have to grow up.
You don't have to come down.
You don't have to be nervous.
We're just hanging around.
You don't have to be tough.
No one here wants to fight.
You don't have to keep secrets -
Why don’t you step out into the light?
Show yourself.

Come out and play,
Hide-and-seek is coward's business.
I'm not scared.
I want somebody to push me in.

I'm fucking sick,
Muscle memory is going to kill me.
I'm not scared,
I want somebody to push me in.

You don't have to grow up.
You don't have to come down.
You don't have to be nervous.
We're just hanging around.
You don’t have to be tough,
Honey, you're just like the rest.
You don't have to talk bullshit
cause I sure ain’t one to impress.
Kill yourself.
Track Name: You Used to be Cool When You Had a Car
You used to be cool when you had a car,
but you one-eye rolled it two blocks from the bar.
Chasing china white and came back with black tar.

Presents wrapped in tinfoil, no questions asked.
She woke up before you and stole all your cash.
Your weekend treasure was Monday's trash.

I caught it on the canvass, the likeness of you,
And the girl on your arm, well I put her there too..
You say you feel black but I painted you blue.

It used to be a party but now it's routine,
Your narcotic riddles, I don't know what they mean,
Holes in your shoes but you think you've got wings.

Come on, let's race to the bottom of the Hill,
Come on, let's brace for the impact.
You're still alive, you're fine.
Track Name: Whitman's Sampler
There’s more tread on the tires
but there ain’t no blood on my hands.
Crises all morphed into laugh lines,
Enemies turned into friends.
I fended off thieves -
they came back with good deeds,
They had to prove me wrong.
Yeah I could sing you a sad one
but tonight I just don't have one -
you'll have to cry alone.

Why don't you whisper a white lie?
I'm dying to hear some good news,
Colorful fiction trumps heartfelt conviction,
But either way, we’re gonna lose.
And why do my guts hurt from laughing?
I guess I’m doing this all wrong.
I could sing you a sad one
but tonight I just don't have one -
Yeah, you'll have to cry alone.

Scabs over scars and nothing more,
Open windows behind locked doors,
Wisdom in ounces, garbage by the pound.
Maybe I never grew up,
Oh, but I ain’t coming down.
I’m not coming down.
Track Name: Drive Away
Meltdown mode, I've got to go,
It happens now and then,
Misery's contagious
and you caught it from your friends.
Ha ha under your mushroom cloud,
You can keep this town tonight.
I can't suck the poison from your lips
or make anything alright.

Kick it into overdrive,
Barely feeling half-alive,
South Carolina #5 West,
I've got friends in Atlanta
and an ex in Alabama,
but we're still cool, I guess.

Straight for nowhere, right now,
Anything goes, one change of clothes,
I want to find some place nobody knows.
Straight for nowhere, right now,
I'm hanging up,
yeah you're breaking up,
and there's nothing I can do
but drive away from you.

Four exits past the state line,
I see roses in full bloom.
They grow despite the noise,
the trash, the truckers, and the fumes,
I'm scheming for no reason,
but what the hell...the coast is clear.
A water bottle makes a kick-ass vase
and I've got your souvenir.

Kick it into overdrive,
Now I'm feeling half alive,
I've got to clear my mind,
I'm one excuse ahead tonight
but I'm a dozen drinks behind.

I guess I'll turn around
when Monday morning stares me down,
or maybe just get lost out here instead.
Fog outside so dense, it's riding shotgun,
I like to think you leaked outta my head.

I'm hanging up,
yeah you're breaking up,
and there's nothing I can do
but drive away from you.
Track Name: The Last Drag
I stood in the roses
and I blew my lines again.
No light in the window,
You've been gone such a long long time.
I still come away with you.

Take part of mine with you and
leave part of yours here with me,
And the fruit shall never ripen or fall,
but sometimes I still sleep under the tree.

See it moving in the corner of my eye,
Do I really want to know?
It's not a crime to take account
of places you have been
when you've got nowhere to go.

And though I swore I'd find you,
I got lost behind you,
You drop breadcrumbs,
I run circles,
and the weeds grow
through the bones,
I still come away with you.

Savor the first one.
Last drag's the worst one.
Track Name: South Broad River
And this is how it ends,
Ice clouds on the skyline moving in.
Huddle in Sunday cold,
Take one of you and me together.

Stumbling through a maze,
Summer back-porch whiskey days are gone
and they can't hurt us,
but it's your smile that makes me nervous.

And I better go,
If I leave right now,
I can beat the snow,
Choke up on some plans once laid,
I'll leave them at the South Broad River.

Home before too late,
I'll walk into a place you hate,
Dry-eyed for some friends of mine,
and if they ask, you're doing fine.

Better closing scenes
replay themselves in dreams,
A kiss won't make it better.
Tomorrow it won't matter.
Take one of you and me together.
Track Name: Here Lies a Fucker
RIP
Track Name: Swearing at Stars
Retarded tan-lines, bottom-shelf swill,
and a lukewarm hi-life to chase it.
Mosquitoes all night
but they think we're alright
cause our blood gets them wasted.

Summer's stirring up the same old clowns,
Ten drunks, two guitars and hellish sounds.
Why don’t you sing your song?
You're here and then you're gone,
Local boys keep swearing at the stars.

Dear July,
You’re always sweating
or crying or bleeding
but it doesn't matter,
Sing the best one you've got,
Broken dreams, broken heart
but your old shit was better.

It ain't the heat, it's the humidity,
It ain't bad luck, it's our stupidity,
Why don’t you sing your song?
You're here and then you're gone,
Local boys keep swearing at the stars.

Thunder and lightning, send down a sign.
Yeah June was a bitch but we left her behind.

And I will sing my song,
One more and I’ll be gone,
but local boys keep swearing at the stars.
These local boys ain't getting very far.
Track Name: Skyshow
You and me,
I know I can't stay,
Staring down the peeling walls,
God, I hate this place.
Do you want to say goodnight?
Do you want to run away?
I don't know what you're really thinking.

Drive down to the river,
I don't want to fight,
Throw a blanket on the ground,
There ain’t no clouds tonight.
Maybe you can curse the stars -
You say they rule your life,
Why don't you tell them
what you're really thinking?

Looking for something to do,
You're waiting for one last wish
but they never fall for you.
They’ll never fall for you.

Cricket chorus and your forehead's soaked,
Underneath infinity’s a cosmic joke,
I can't laugh for the lump in my throat,
I don’t know what you're really thinking.

You and me, I know I can't stay,
The skies are always changing
and I'm only in the way,
Hold my hand while the East goes gray,
Daylight ain't no resolution.

There ain’t nothing to do.
Track Name: Same Shit Different Bottle
Same shit, different bottle,
I'm idling at full throttle,
The world ain't half as ugly
when I'm wearing my beer goggles.
No New Year's resolutions,
I'm driving last year's model.
Same shit, I'm lit...
so pass another bottle.

I didn't black out but I faded,
and we almost pro-created.
I woke up to a nice surprise...
a girl I thought I hated.
Anonymous alcoholics
are sometimes underrated,
Same shit, I'm lit...
I didn't black out, but i faded.

Bake your vegan cupcakes
and knit your stupid hat,
but you ain't turning GG Allin
into Ira Glass.
Track Name: Creeping In
Well baby never says too much
but I always understand,
and I live by her commands,
and she's got them shaky hands.

Every time she wants a hit,
I always hit her twice.
Even T's and blues feel nice
when you're empty, Jesus Christ.

She's a pistol, I'm a jerk.
Her name's on the lease
but I don't have to work.
King-size mattress, ceiling fan,
Keep the shades rolled,
Don't want daylight creeping in.

They'll lower that pink coffin
and I'll watch them close the ground.
I can see she’s coming down.
I know she's coming down.

Judas took his silver
and there ain’t no place to hide.
When Hell breaks open wide,
You can hear the ones who died.

I've got this pistol,
It ain't much good.
I can't use it much
but even if I could...