Probably Not

by Hot Garbage

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Our friends saved our lives.

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released 11 September 2010
Cormac Gartland - gtr vox key
Jason Price - gtr vox
George Spafford - bass
Jesse Price - drums

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tags: alternative experimental indie pop rock band electric guitar hot garbage indie probably not Pittsburgh

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Track Name: Stating The Obvious
sun will rise on what resides
whatever note a string will cry
and so and so will see the sun
and brag about it to everyone
contrary to what you think
you don't have to drink
but he'll tear his universe down
and rebuild it again
when he had ventured over
to play piano songs he arranged for guitar
claims he's on a still drunk
so for his own sake he's going to far
we were glancing over by the fourth time
he had played "Car" that night
I thought you were older,
I coulda sworn that you were older than you are
Oh, and I wish I could remember it all
Oh, and I wish, but I can't recall
Track Name: I wanna Ride In A Car
I wanna ride in a car so bad
and drive around, find anyone to be
I don't have any serious plans
just walk right, use my hands
if you see my brother, tell him we're gonna jam
and move right, use our hands
and maybe tonight we'll make some plans
we'll sink our boat and we'll see where we land
maybe we shouldn't have seen each other at all
i know you, i know me, i shoulda known
but it's okay, that's what they say in songs
it's okay, at least that's what they say in songs
that old stove always runs so loud
through the floor, in my ear, and out my mouth
bringing noise and things to think about
when i see the boys, i'll have things to talk about
Track Name: Awaiting In The Melting Tray
the dream's almost over
and there's nothing but quiet bells
it seems like it's over
hold my heaven and hand them hell
catacombs made of stone
in an empty house w/ no room to roam
and i'd gladly gve up that
for a stoic slowdance on the stove
what has faded can't be erased
eyes are shaded, lit ablaze
by the eyesores and the ice cubes
awaiting in the melting tray
just do what yr asked of, then die
the dreams almost over
and what has faded is still erased
i'm an eyesore/i'm an ice cube awaiting
in the melting tray
Track Name: I Must Be Depressed
it's a pretty preface
but the epilogue's depressing
taking pity as a preference
while destiny's defenseless
form more words
start another sentence
to see if it works the way I had intended
quasi-stylized bold and italicized
should I really lay it on this thick?
Probably Not
but I shrunk down to normal size
w/ old ideals and idle eyes
while I got drunk and hung around
til I was part of the ground
it's a silly little song
the melody's all wrong
and the lyrics are written in Latin
so no one sings along
but four more words
would give the song a name
so I'm taking a stab at a guess
I must be depressed
Track Name: I'm In Hell
hungover
in a bad conversation
tomorrow was so far away
stayed out too late last night
didn't have to work today
I'm in hell
do you think i could stay at your place?
try and beat the spins to sleep
daylight does what it's not supposed to
i'm not ready to eat
I'm in hell
Track Name: Soft Spoken Silence
so we speak in slow motion
God's a creep cos he's pro-abortion
the myriad dreams that fell in the ocean
as a maudlin masterpiece that's always joking
take yr time, I can't wait
for you to tell me lies
so we speak in the same old way
if gravity abides
all yr lies are true now
and there's nothing to talk about
but you were loud
and just about
to blame it on the ground
if I choose to distort or lose
my only empty point of view
memories recede into echoless retreats
and it makes you laugh
it made me weep
made me grateful/maybe doubtful
of the things I never said
a soft spoken silence
vibrant and timeless:
I'm tired of tying my shoes