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Sad Bastard: Tokyo Drift

by Jeff Linden

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1.
It’s been about two months since I sent a drunk text / don’t call it a comeback / I’m just scraping the bottom of the barrel of Netflix / while knocking PBRs back / I bought and crushed a whole case / to try to clear my head of your name and face / it’s getting warm out but I can’t drink the Claw / 'cause Ruby Grapefruit tastes like kissing in my backyard / and I’m tryna get past that I’m getting drunk all day and evening / crash on the couch, ten hours of sleeping / and if it rains all day in England / I’ma drink a bucket for every girl unlucky in love It’s been about one month since drinking with people / and I can’t wait to come back / in Connor’s apartment, avoiding the beach bars / all the places we could cross paths I’ve been filling my time with lavender incense and three dollar wine / and I still steal all my favorite lines / and I have an idea, it’s great, no wait, I’ve changed my mind / but I’m trying to get past that I’m getting drunk all day and evening / crash on the couch, ten hours of sleeping / and if it rains all day in England / I’ma drink a bucket for every girl unlucky enough To cross swords with yours truly / a quick clash then ending loosely / then I apologize profusely / then I drink a bucket for every time I’m sucky at love I'm drinking buckets for every girl unlucky in love
2.
We drive up to Montclair / you’re in the passenger seat And of course, it’s raining / like some godawful movie So don’t look at me with that tone of voice / we both knew this would happen some day You’ve gathered dust in my closet so long / and a banjo deserves to be played You’ll go somewhere else / where you’ll see the sun / they’ll change out your strings / and they’ll show you some love / and if I held you too long / it was for my protection / I was scared to let go / of singing rainbow connection / for the dreamers and me It took so long to find you / you were hard to track down I looked in every Sam Ash / and Guitar Center in town You were tucked in the back of a shop in Bucks County / and for six months you were right by my side But since that band broke up, you’ve been sleeping so soundly / and sometimes, love is goodbye You’ll go somewhere else / where you’ll see the sun / they’ll change out your strings / and they’ll show you some love / and if I held you too long / it was for my protection / I was scared to let go / singing rainbow connection / And as you leave my hands / and I take the money / it hits me at once / how it’s kinda funny / for years I’d forget / you were in my collection / but now I’m crying in car / singing rainbow connection / for no one but me
3.
San Francisco, can you talk a while with me / dive into the water, soaked by sun and surf whiskey on the beach / snuggle up until the sun is out of reach Brooklyn, Brooklyn, can you call me when you can / I miss those busy streets just filled with every single color known to man / tagging bridges with a bright blue spray paint can And if the water’s getting higher should I pick a place to land? / somewhere warm where I can learn to be a better man / and if the water’s getting rougher should I pick a lane and drive until I’m there? Brooklyn, Brooklyn, I know you won’t let me in / those three words became hard to say and you asked me if we could still be friends / then you watched me burn the Verazzano Bridge San Francisco, I gave you flowers for your hair / because I heard it in a song once from when skies were clear and fair and I was young / but my mind still sits uneasy on my tongue if the water’s getting higher, what’s it matter where I land? / like a city’s gonna change the fact that I’m a broken man / and if the water’s getting rougher should I dig a trench and maybe learn to swim? I find that San Francisco t-shirt / side by side with Brooklyn Stickers / listening to my West Coast playlist while buying East Coast Corridor tickets / But I think the view’s all right / from where I’m sitting / I think I’ll be just fine / if I wait here for a minute / and I could waste all night / torn between two cities / but I should just sit tight / with pictures of Tokyo
4.
I take a regrettable dive into self-care Twitter / where they tell you all the methods of living life better / if you ain't got the spoons to text back your friends, it's okay to leave them on read / it's all bath bombs and whiskey, and cute GIFs of puppies / mild sedatives to make it so your problems feel like nothing / anything to drown out the existential dread / and no you don't need to text back your friends all right Are you in the right headspace to hear this? / I'm horny and alone and this whole fucking year has been a goddamn disaster / I've just been constantly plastered and burning down bridges / two breakups, a funeral, I moved back with my parents / I worked four different jobs, but have no money to spare yet / if they were hiring self-saboteurs I'd be richer / so I put sad songs on BandCamp, toss a coin to your bitcher all right People like to throw around the term rock bottom / I think I hit it in the summer and twice more in the autumn / I threw up on the floor of the fucking Chubby Pickle and thought man, I've really reached a new middle / I can't knock back the whiskey, so if that's my one lesson / then I'll carry it with me to my next self-care session / I'm no Mercury Brother, so I'll stick to Captain Morgan / as I sing along to the chorus It's all bath bombs and whiskey, and cute GIFs of puppies / mild sedatives to make it so your problems feel like nothing / anything to drown out the existential dread / and no you don't need to text back your friends After the bath bombs and whiskey and cute GIFs of puppies / I'm gonna get up the next day and try to make myself something
5.
Well I’ve always been a wreck / just sending risky texts / getting drunk and passing out on the floor / it used to seem profound / just lying on the ground / but I don’t want to be a bummer no more Cause it’s a prophecy of the self-fulfilling kind / you call yourself a name and it sticks / but I’ve had enough of the kid / who’s burned down every bridge / so I’m telling him to hit the bricks Well I don’t want to be a bummer no more / I don’t wanna be a bummer no more / I’ve been to hell and back, now I’m cleaning up my act, / cause I don’t want to be a bummer no more

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released December 4, 2020

All Songs Written and Recorded by Jeff Linden
Mastered by Elaine Rasnake of Daughterboard Audio

Jeff Linden - Vocals, Guitars, Banjo, Bass, Keys, Hand Claps, Concertina
Dan O'Connor - Drums on Track 1 + 4, Bass on Track 4
Katie Miller - Vocals on Track 3

Jack Linden, Vince Sapienza, Becca Cristino, Dylan Roth - Gang Vocals on Track 5

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