Avant​-​Garde Bathroom Art

by Lawn Chairs

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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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Track Name: Pizza (As A Metaphor For Simplicity In The Face Of Complexity)
“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)
Track Name: Adios Turd Nuggets
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
Track Name: Thela
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
Track Name: Sorry, Jeff
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
Track Name: Introspective Bullshit
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
Track Name: Cupcake
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
Track Name: Binge Kick
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)
Track Name: Vigilante Garbage Man
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