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Avant​-​Garde Bathroom Art

by Lawn Chairs

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1.
“Hey, what’s one more day?” she said “I throw myself back to the fray” “Oh, Where do I turn?” she frets Probably away from me Da (x11) (x2) You’re not usually the one to get sad when you’re fucked up Well, usually Your patent normal is a smile while your hands shake Who do you think I am? Dead giveaway What’s with these dreams where I’m surrounded by my friends They note the differences in who I was and what I am I can’t help it I can’t help it I feel it fade sometimes, but only sometimes Oh, But not today my friend, This time I think it’s here to stay You, Have no right to say What you did to me was part of life, along your way Da (x11) (x2) You’re not usually the one to give up after one try Well, usually But my resolve has been erased And I think I feel like you do Alike, well who knew? Still I wonder what you’re doing all the time It’s not just possible, but likely that you’re on my mind Approaching sane, so I’ll fuck my brain up I feel so fake sometimes “Hey, what’s one more day?” she said “I throw myself back to the fray” “Oh, Where do I turn?” she frets Probably away from me Da (x11) (x4)
2.
Obligation Forgotten Preoccupation I'm struggling It's okay, I got special needs Be underground, if you need me I wanted to call, but I was afraid I hate your guts every other day It's thoughts like these that leave me alone I'm not going outside tonight Because I don't want to pretend Over-educated minds enlighten me Not me I'm not your friend I'm not your friend I'm not your friend, your friend, your friend I'm not your friend It's thoughts like these that leave me alone Don't take it personally There is nothing wrong with you This is my farewell to everybody Everything changes, but nothing's new It's thoughts like these It's thoughts like these Leave me alone Woah (x6) Leave me alone
3.
Thela 03:08
Halfway through asking you to tell me what you think about You slipped into the ether Been spending half my time, grasping at metaphors And I know it’s not copacetic either Give it up In a rut Bottoms up What the fuck My band sucks Sell my stuff Was there ever really any chance Oh, I like your face tattoo No fear of regret, think that’s why I like you Thela you, kept me sane, in a fucked up place Somehow I know, I’ll see you again I fully realize everything is make-believe You're my ex-lover, but cool with all the “art" stuff Sidestep the nausea cause I'd really like to see you there Semi-permanent side effects of hydrocodon I don't know What to say All our time Fell away Wanna die Everyday Did it even matter anyway? Did it even matter anyway?? For you and me now? OH I like your face tattoo No fear of regret, think that’s why I like you Thela you, kept me sane, in a fucked up place Hope I don't see you again
4.
Sorry, Jeff 02:40
I’ve done so many things, that I regret I just stopped doing things Altogether and Perhaps I’m selling this silver-tongued in retrospect I’ll start from the top In a parking lot Fairly tinted windows, Colin, Harrison, and Rudy Costco tequila nicely paired with freshly uncapped 40’s I find it fascinating, perspectives change with time Doubting absolutes while slowly going blind I was too drunk Ah, what else is new Misgivings numbed Daring and dauntless until I come to I’m sorry, Jeff For what? Fuck if I know Maybe it’s that beer I offered, or that I said hello Assume the worst and hope for something slightly better than that That’s how my brain works, an apprehensive welcome mat I have a tendency Oh, it borders on addiction Each piece of good news consumed as if I were double-fisting Soul-searching turned out much more lonely than I thought it would be Would be I was too drunk Ah, what else is new Misgivings numbed Daring and dauntless until I come to Crippled by nothing That feels like something The notion that I’m shallow seems dismissively consoling I’m sorry, Jeff For what? Fuck if I know The consequences of assuredly pathetic throes Assume the worst and hope for something slightly better than that Fine lines divide slippery slope and free fall, mind the gap I’m sorry, Jeff For what? Fuck if I know
5.
I get the feeling I'm perceived as less than pleasant Not undeserved but overwhelming all the same I stop to tear the leaves off bushes as I pass them I swear I'm harmless just not terribly urbane Unaffected and depressed rotate in bursts Still undecided as to which that I hate worse Do you value motivation or contentment? Was never one to seek out happy mediums I think your smile is the first thing I'll remember When all that I had hoped for finally drowns I tried to sing but when I think of you I stutter So I retreat to the stability I've found Timing is everything I've often heard them say Equal parts understated, painfully cliche I wish I knew you now you have all these convictions It seems you know now how to fight for things you love
6.
Cupcake 02:22
Sunday evening stoner I can feel the bitter descent Archaic expectation Paying my bills kills my punk cred A useless altercation Seething, sweeping malevolence Messes my conscious briefly Then stumbles back in recess Dangling, outskirting, choking on the imagery I'm just waiting, I'm just hoping this will either get me high or end my life Sinusoidal stagger Picking flowers back to my room A casual disaster Capitalizing solitude Try to relocate boredom Without sounding too pretentious Politely disregard my fabricated condescension Do you think I should go home Or stay here You can see it in my walk It's so clear Do you think I should go home No fear (finally see the end) Compacted habits an excuse To blow smoke (for a pretty face) Dangling, outskirting, soaking up the imagery Indulging in symmetry, words cascade in an amateur state Conveying the wrong meaning, circumvent the soft way I'm just waiting, I'm just hoping this will either get me high or end my life
7.
Binge Kick 02:54
Ooh (x5) (x2) Metaphors aside, I saw the roof come down today And I felt so old, standing in line to buy you beer Tall cans, stretchers I never felt better Than the self-image I disowned this morning Ooh (x5) (x2) Anticipate, assimilate I forgot what I’m flailing for Disillustrate, miscommunicate I forgot what I’m wailing for Ooh (x5) (x2) Shrouded by silence I shouted out of time Please hear me, I don’t mean To bring down the atmosphere But I think it’s time to go Yeah, I think it’s time to go [ethereal ooh's] Anticipate, assimilate I forgot what I’m flailing for Disillustrate, miscommunicate I forgot what I’m wailing for Woah (x3) (x2)
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9.
Reach out, hazy like I’m dreamin’ see me Checked out, and Mike Ray back there sleepin’ ‘Cause way back, before consequences mattered Back up and out, nostalgia’s such a bummer so it goes Yes I know Carries poignant Time moves slow Oh so slow In the summer Da (x3) (x3) (x2) DA DA, da, da Sometimes, I feel like life is an equation But I never know the constants til they’re ‘rased from all the pages I don’t know I don’t know How do you do it? Time moves slow Oh so slow In the summer And I wish you would get better That’s kind of all I got, I stand here at a loss For anything that’s clever I’m lucky to have known you, tell Emilio I say what’s up Da (x3) (x3) (x2) DA DA, da, da

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released April 15, 2017

Lawn Chairs is:
Billy Bouzos (Guitar, Vox)
Colin Frost (Bass)
Andrew Graves (Guitar)
Mari Campos (Guitar, Vox)
Connor Koreski (Drums, Percussion)

Engineered and mixed by Ryan “Rings” Ellery at Sharkbite Studios in Oakland, CA and at Ryan’s Dad’s house in Lafayette, CA

Mastered by James Trevascus in the UK

Album Art by Laney Ennis
Layout by Billy Bouzos

Thank you’s:
Nick Fields (for literally too many things to list), Liz, 924 Gilman Street Volunteers, Russ Wood, Tuuka, Gloob, Matt Godkin, Chris Miehl, Jim Olwell, Jeff Armstrong, Tony Two-Tone, and our friends and families

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