Demo 2011

by In The Weeds

/
  •  

1.
2.
05:11
3.
06:28
4.
03:06
5.
06:22
6.
7.
8.
02:11

about

Demo we recorded in our basement in 2011 with Matt Russell from Charlotte, NC (previously recorded The Young and In The Way).

credits

released 01 January 2012

Matthew Meuzelaar, Shaun Pain, Tom Richmond

tags

license

all rights reserved

feeds

feeds for this album, this artist

about

In The Weeds Chicago, Illinois

Matthew Meuzelaar, Shaun Pain, Tom Richmond. The Chicago Reader describes us as "dirty basement metal" and a "filthy, doom- laden maelstrom." We'll take that. ex- Psilocin, Chunsa, Not Enough Gold, Dearest Fae, May Regret, 19 of Salem, and too many more. Matt also plays drums in the Chicago hardcore punk band Anger. ... more

contact / help

Contact In The Weeds

Download help

Track Name: Reach Out And Touch Someone
Reach out.
Reach out and touch me.
Reach out and really touch me.
Behind the glass I hold up my praying hands.
I bless you, brother.
Put up the muzzle and ride home the bolt.
I love you, mother.
Prophetic evils and oppressive designs the only manuals.
Tied up and thrown into the ocean of lies weighed down with anvils.
Reach out.
Reach out and touch me.
Reach out and really touch me.
Bullet travels into my head and hopefully I'm dead, forgetting all that we did.
Spirits crushed under all the lead and tanks over the bread.
At last, this nation's been bled.
We've all been bled.
Reach out.
Reach out and touch me.
Reach out and fucking touch me.
Track Name: Hocus Pocus
...And the song will start.
...And I got my heart.
...And I got my arms.
...And I got my legs.
...And I got this heart.
...And I got this heart.
...And I got this heart.
...And I got this.
Sometimes I try to paint the picture.
Sometimes, I swear, the picture paints me.
Sometimes I try to drink the tincture.
Sometimes, I swear, the tincture hates me.
I hate the starving artist bedlam.
Send all the writers to the mattresses.
How can they say they're not living the scam?
Between the writer's block, the news selling the shock, all you hear is "We're dead."
We're dead.
Sometimes I try to paint the picture.
Sometimes, I swear, the picture paints me.
Sometimes I try to drink the tincture.
Sometimes, I swear, the tincture hates me.
When I get drunk I lose my focus and I start writing Hocus Pocus.
How can I say I'm not living the scam?
Between the writer's block, my words selling the shock, all you hear is bullshit.
Bullshit.
Don't listen. Read between the lines.
Track Name: Moulin Rouge
No time to read your mind, hon, because you're bent over your back.
My wallet's feeling fat. Cocksucker, earn it.
You fucking earn it.
Choke hard to get your ransom.
You make me sing, I'll make it rain.
I want you in pain because you love it.
You fucking love it.
Here is my rent money.
Don't you spend it all in one place.
It will buy your honor.
Tell me you "rikey rikey".
Just grab my cock, I'll grab the lube.
No fucking attitude or else I'll slap you.
I'll fucking slap you.
Paying your way through college is the funniest shit I've ever heard.
You can't see through it because you're stupid.
You're fucking stupid.
No time to pay you mind, hon, because you bent over your back.
I hope you feel fat because you've earned it.
You've fucking earned it.
Paying your way through college is something that never happened.
You weren't admitted because you're stupid.
You're fucking stupid.
Gave you my rent money.
Then you spent it all in one place.
Lived a life of bullshit.
Blinded by censors.
Tabloid aggressors.
I hope it scares you.
I fucking blame you.
Fueled by your hatred and emptied semen,
you blame the world but who fucking failed you?
So hot and heavy, pathetic envy.
Forget the rapings, just fucking save me.
Pillars of virtue crumbling above you.
I'll throw you under 'cuz we don't need you.
Track Name: Come And See
I picked the rifle out of sand.
It felt heavy in my hand.
It feels so good to be a man.
I am the ruler of this land.
The horns of war are blaring loud and I put the barrel in my mouth
so I can see it for myself what it's like to kill a man.
Mortars exploding overhead and all your friends under tank treads
and now I've seen it for myself, what it's like to be a man.
I picked the rifle out of sand.
It felt heavy in my hand.
It feels so good to be the man.
I am the ruler of this land.
The horns of war are blaring loud and I put the barrel in my mouth
so I can see if for myself what it's like to kill a man.
Rifles discharging overhead and all your friends are fucking dead
and now I've seen it for myself, what it's like to be in hell.
Track Name: 1600 mg
Light and pass the spike.
You can't shoot me up this time.
Last time wasn't cool. I almost fucking died.
That CPR you tried.
I finally woke up stoned and glad I wasn't alone and I'm on vomiting on the walk home.
And, baby, it's all right.
Make sure to pull those veins tight.
And now I'm unable to work.
And you know that I can't be late cuz my boss is a fucking jerk.
And, baby, it's all right.
Make sure to pull those veins tight.
I'm so fucking high I can't fight.
You stole my cigarettes and lied.
I feel like I'm going to die.
Pass your paper from the weekend 'cause we're dealin'.
Pass the spike.
Track Name: Unfortunate Son
My son, my son, what have ye done? Just put down the gun.
Was it worth it to kill this man, his flesh turned to sand?
And the word from authorities, come out quietly.
Police shouting, "No sudden moves, or we'll have to shoot!"
Bless thy wicked son. Bury me six feet deep with my gun.
Bless thy wicked son. Bury me six feet deep with my gun.
They say I'm the one. That I'm the most unfortunate son.
On the drive home keep your drunk eyes on the road.
Your reflex turns to stone and you die alone.
Born in hell. Raised in jail.
On the drive home keep your drunk eyes on the road.
Your reflex turns to stone and you die alone.
Track Name: Scourge Of Carpathia
I am Dow Jones Indestructible.
I am panic and all things corruptable.
I am all things that you can't see with distorted vision.
I am built to incapacitate.
I'm the President and all of the magistrates.
I am the answer to all your prayers of nuclear fission.
Release the cash machines like carpet bombs overhead.
Prey the weak. Corpses dance in the streets. A Great Depression ends.
I am Dow Jones Industructible.
I am panic and all things corruptable.
I'm the demon who plants the seed.A hole in your pocket.
I am built to incapacitate.I'm the President and all of the magistrates.
I am the worms that feed on your mind and eat out your sockets.
Release the cash machines like carpet bombs overhead.
Prey the weak. Corpses dance in the streets. A Great Depression ends.
Track Name: Let It Snow
Flashes of lightning and cloud bursts of color.
School girls turned strippers and enemies brothers.
Gun waving hand shakes and music with keyboards.
Old timer hippies infecting the seaboard.
Head rushed and jawing, synaptic corroders.
Gay uptown fuck clubs and shitty promoters.
Busted out brokers and dusted up bankcards.
Cities of speedballs and covered up track marks.
Let it snow.
Flashes of lightning while cities lay dreaming.
School girls turned strippers and covered in semen.
Shitty religion and shittier DJs.
Hundred car pile ups on all of our freeways.
Head rushed and jawing, and biting your lips off.
Liquor store drug dealers looking to piss off.
Busted out brokers and white blood-stained gloves.
Thousands of speedballs that ruined your loves.
Let it snow.