B​-​Sides & Demos (2004 - 2008)

by Nightmare Of You

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released 19 May 2012

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Track Name: We Will Play The Victim (B-Side 2006)
Oh, just to be an ice cube in your glass!
That tacky liquor taste of the privileged upperclass
Is the liquor, or am I truly in your heart?
I hope it's the latter, because I've been give gold to give to you

It's tried and it is true
And when I make a dollar I give half to you
Because I'm such a good kid

We will play the victim; We don't even have to act
It comes far too natural
And you will buy your love

Tonight you'll be drunk in Soho
And you'll cheers to not having to see what that's doing to me

So have a drink on me, or pour your drink on me
Because metaphorically, that's what you always do to me
I am sort of here, but mainly I am not
I'm just a number in a book on a wooden shelf that's begun to rot

It's hapless, but it's real
But you can always give in and make a deal
That's what most people do
Track Name: Long Island (demo 2008)
I'll never go back to Long Island
I could not bear to show my face
And you will always be dear to me
But baby, it's time to leave this place

And now I'm in Brooklyn in a burned-out basement
A box of smoke to call my home
Where do I go? Where do I belong?

Vinnie's over-drinking; Mike is getting high
I am in Los Angeles, practicing dying
And I almost got it right

Vinnie sadly sat there drinking
Michael lightly sobbed and got high
I was out in Los Angeles, and I was practicing dying
And I almost got it right

Going out and living on your own
Could make you just want to move back home
Starting out with nothing to your name
Only to watch it all go up in flames
Track Name: Baby's Barely Breathing (B-Side 2005)
Baby's barely breathing
That ship is positively sinking
And I know the hardest thing you ever had to do was just to hold on
But I'll beg you to hold on and spare your life

I know we're barely speaking
And hey, that's because I truly don't want to
But it would be such a shame if you should leave this place in that way
So, I'll ask you to hold on and spare your life
Track Name: You Don't Have To Tell Me I Was A Terrible Man (B-Side 2004)
I'm sending you this note from a northern England coast
Stating I'm so glad that you're not here
'Cause you've got some mouth on you (It's loud enough for two)
And you've screamingly proved just how little you knew

You don't have to tell me I was a terrible man
I'm already quite aware, yet so glad to finally have you out of my hair

And now you're gone
You're finally gone
Track Name: Dopesick Couples On The Lower East Side (B-Side 2005)
Dope-sick couples on the Lower East Side
Can't keep it together without being high
Hold out your arms and let us save you
Hold out your arms and jab it in you

Elitists in the alphabet town
Can't be polite or dance around
Without a proper fix inside the bathroom
Or a proper fixing of their hairdo

And on the jukebox there's a song I love
It plays on and on and on and on and on and on

If I don't get off this island,
May God strike me with lightning
I'm sick to death and violently dying to begin
In the city, with it's songs

What a beautiful place
Track Name: God Played A Mean Joke On Me (demo 2004)
An angel wrapped in a blanket
Tucked away in the back of a car seat
And although it felt precious at the time
It was mean

And now I'm purposely starving
Waiting for that dreadful phone just to ring
And until it does just that
I won't do a thing

God has played a mean joke on me
And now He's snickering behind some tree
Along with all those other lovers
That I treated so poorly

Our love lives patiently await
For the mind and body just to agree
They bicker and act very coarsely
They misquote me

And now I'm covered in cobwebs
Dust collecting from my head to my feet
Someone better shake up these bones
Before it smothers me
Track Name: No Uniform Is Gonna Keep You Warm (demo 2004)
We're not dead; Just heavily sedated
Can't you tell by the way we dress
We've got the stars stuck in our eyes

American, you're in debt to the veteran
So won't you spare some change
For the man with cardboard in his hands

And I love you more than life
As if you couldn't guess
But, every whisper and caress
That was meaningless

My dear, you are the bull
And I'm a clown shoved in this ring to entertain you
I've got no job; I don't plan on one too soon
And it's no easy thing when I have never meant a thing to you

We're just sexually frustrated
With a thirst for unknown blood
We've got the warm gun at our side

Mother, I fear what's between the ears
For the body takes it's track
While the mind takes it all back