Skinned Knees

by Bogsey and the Argonauts

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about

This album that you are either listening to, or are about to listen to is the first full length, full band album of Bogsey and the Argonauts. It basically came at the worst time possible in terms of school, jobs, tours, quitting jobs, getting money, going on trips, and life in general, but we got it out on time! Because many of these songs are personal to me, I wanted to have descriptions/stories/explanations about many of them. And the album in general!


You don’t have to read those, but I hope you do. You can find the descriptions right under the lyrics of each track!


We'd like to thank the local venues that we like a lot, the Che cafe, The Dial, Park Gallery, Bridgetown DIY, the Blood Orange Infoshop, and thanks to Folk-o-rama for making CD's and being a huge help, and the bands on Folk-o-rama, many of who have supported us. I hope that every one of them does well and I want to meet them all. Driftwood Records for making us amazing cassette. And thanks to lots of people. Dan and Matt for helping book and set up shows and for getting me into the San Diego Music scene (I (Brandon) am in Sledding with Tigers with Dan and KIDS with Matt (and Taylor is in SWT too)) Tommy and Astrid of Moon Bandits for being awesome people, Ryan Cafla for sweet shows in Azusa and a place to crash and Im bummed that he's moving, Chris Clavin and Pat the Bunny for not being to cool and famous to care about what the little folk punks bands of the world are up to, Just Nick and Sir William for the Temecula scene, I wish you weren't moving too!! Alexander the Grape, The Manx, The Parmesans, and a lot more for playing shows with us. Thanks Jesse and Dandy for running small labels the right way. Thank you to the people who reblog us on tumblr and like us on facebook. And so many more people I cant think of right now. Im sorry, I am very tired. thank you.

credits

released 12 June 2013

Brandon Boggs- Vocals, guitar, banjo, mandolin, accordion, organ, bass
Patrick Erhard- Banjo, banjolele, vocals
Nick Farrow- Upright bass, vocals
Taylor Brough- Accordion, saw

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Brandon in his bedroom except for upright bass recorded by Nick

Released on Folk-o-rama and Driftwood Records

Tapes were paid for in Star Wars Toys

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Bogsey and the Argonauts San Diego, California

Bogsey and the Argonauts Is
Brandon Boggs
Patrick Erhard
Nick Farrow
We play folk- punk or something like it. A mix of Ghost Mice, Mountain Goats, Decemberists, and AJJ. Always looking for shows or just other folk punk bands or fans to meet! If you like the music, like us on Facebook and get updates! and message us and we'll talk to you! ... more

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Track Name: Burning, and Other Misfortune
Burning, and Other Misfortune

What do you do when the skeletons
In your closet are a whole goddamn graveyard
It would take, Superman’s might…
to clear this crypt tonight,

Oh you’re a bottomless pit
Filled to the brim with shit
Im glad you went away but I still hope that someday
Ill get to watch you drown to death in it

I refuse, to let you mean, anything to me
And I won’t let, you take away, any part of me

I hope you perish in your sleep
Trampled to death by a million fluffy sheep
I hope you live as long as that hundred year old man next door
He’s got like 2 weeks left to live

I hope you choke on your own lungs
I hope you vomit out your heart
I hope you suffer some terrible tragedy
I hope your car doesn’t start

I refuse, to let you mean, anything to me
And I wont let, you take away, any part of me

And I want bad things to happen to you x3
And I want bad things to happen to you soon

I want to be the piston,
In the engine of your demise
I’ll be the hand that feeds you
Buckets of poison, and pile of lies

And when you’re huddled in a dark, dark corner
Curled into a ball
I will stand above you and smile and say
That I don’t resent you at all

I refuse, to let you mean, anything to me
And I wont let, you take away, any part of me

And I want bad things to happen to you x3
And I want bad things to happen to you soon

This song is about a person I hate. A lot. And I could write a whole album about why I hate them and how they have affected me and my whole history with them but honestly, I’m not ready for honesty. I’m not ready to share the details with anyone, Maybe I will someday. It might help me, or maybe I’ll be ok. But suffice it to say that I hate them a lot, and I really do hope bad things happen to them. There are not many people I actually wish misfortune upon, and really only one I know personally.
One of the lines I cut was about how if I was Rocky Balboa and he was Mr. T, I would beat Clubber Lang so badly the series would have ended with Rocky 3.
I thought it was funny but I couldn’t get it to not sound forced so its not in there any more. Fun Fact. Behind the scenes info ya’ll!!
Track Name: Sans Funeral
I was 9 years old when my best friends sister was kidnapped
And murdered by a man living two doors down
I really don’t remember much about it, I really don’t remember much about it
How could I, nobody ever really told me anything

I never, I never, I never, I never even went to her funeral
And at school they told us all not to talk to anyone about it
We did what they said, we kept it in
I learned that I don’t need anyone.


At least now I know that whenever I bleed
I can bandage up my own skinned knees
Im glad I learned how to take care of my self
Now I don’t know how to ask for help

But if we can talk to strangers, maybe someday
we can talk to our friends!

We would all be so much better off
If we were all taught how use our throats
For something besides stifling ourselves
We would all be so much better off

Im hungry and im thirsty and im tired and im bored
And I don’t know how to swallow the emotions ive been poured.
I know that’s not related to the stuff I said before
I just thought that maybe we should try to start talking a little more
About, our selves
To strangers

Cause if we can talk to strangers maybe someday
We can talk to our friends

Cause if we can talk to strangers maybe someday
We can talk to our friends

This song is very straightforward and is the “title song” I didn’t want to name it skinned knees though so that it wouldn’t seem like the focal point of the album. There’s lots on here that’s equally important!
This song is straightforward because when I was nine years old my best friends sister WAS kidnapped and murdered by a neighbor. And I was never brought to her funeral. I only learned more about the whole thing about a month ago, right before finals at school. I was supposed to be studying and I just looked up the trial transcript and read the whole thing and that week was weird. It’s just so weird to me that my best friends sister was murdered and nobody really talked to me about it. By the time I was in preschool I remember hiding the fact that I knew christianity was a lie, and that santa wasn’t real so as not to disillusion my parents! So I definitely was capable by 9 to hide any feelings or troubles I went through. I honestly don’t know how much that event impacted my life. I was a weird kid. I grew up fast in a lot of ways and I think I was old enough to handle it well. I don’t really know.
Anyway, I wish I had talked to people about it, or that people talked to me. I wish I could talk to my friends about real things. It’s something I need to work on.
Track Name: Follow the Leader
Throw yourself into this world
Scream all question like you’re on your deathbed
Question your happiness, Question your righteousness
If you’re not thinking you’re not living

Free thinking doesn’t just mean doing drugs and drinking
Saying Fuck the system, Putting patches on your vest
It means freeing your opinions
To consider many options and then
Acting on the ones you deem are best
Maybe we can find a better way
Or maybe what we need is a riot here today
I don’t want to tell you what to think
Just please cleanse your pallet when you drink

Throw yourself into this world
Scream all question like you’re on your deathbed
Question your happiness, Question your righteousness
If you’re not thinking you’re not living

You might feel like you know the truth
But the truth is That you don’t, you think you’ll find it well you wont
But you can gather up the little treasures, put them on your shelves.
No one can give them to you, you have to find them for yourselves

The revolution cannot be blind
Rebellion doesn’t always prove an open mid
Just because you’re angry doesn’t mean your mind is free
Think about it, don’t take it from me.

Throw yourself into this world
Scream all question like you’re on your deathbed
Question your happiness, Question your righteousness
If you’re not thinking you’re not living.

This song is about people not thinking for themselves in general, but its directed a lot at punks and anarchists. There are just as many blind following anarchists as content 1%’ers. If you want to rebel against society or try to tear it down, and have a well thought out reason that’s great. I probably agree with you on some things and disagree about others, that’s natural. But if you want to overthrow authority and kill cops because some guy who’s 4 years older than you, plays guitar and yells told you too, you’re an idiot. Basically, just THINK!! Think for yourself!! No one will ever have all the answers, or even one perfect answer, so you absolutely, never ever Ever, have an excuse to be content with your opinions. I question myself all the time. If I say something you disagree with, talk to me about it, maybe you’re right! Maybe I’m right! There’s a good chance neither one of us is really right too! Jut think.
Track Name: Long Live the Lighthouse
And I stood in the kitchen like a coroner
With a seashell pressed against his ear
Terrified to breath, frantically trying to escape

The shining white lines on her arms and legs
Were attempts to regain control.
But god, did every one of them, make me feel helpless

A burning sensation fills the back of my throat
At the crash of the telephone line
My body, an empty and echoing valley

And I ran to my car like a heart attack
In a glass with lime and ice
Cold, sour, and whimpering

And I stood in the kitchen like a coroner
With a seashell against his ear
Terrified to breath, frantically trying to escape

The shining white lines on her arms and legs
Were attempts to regain control.
But god, did every one of them, make me feel helpless

And After 36 hours of I 90 driving
and 350 gallons of regular gasoline
left my car in the middle of a busy boston street
engine purring, yeowling, and growling in heat

you could hear me screaming for you from a thousand miles away
please wait for me please wait for me please wait for me im on my way.

Long live the lighthouse

This song has been released before, but I redid it and will keep playing it for a while I think, because it’s really important to me.
This song is about getting a call on the phone and having somebody you care very very much about tell you that they are going to kill themselves.
This song is about the drive to their house, the desperation, the panic, and the calm.
The goddamned red lights that you run, screaming, “fuck you!!” at every car that’s in your way, and praying to a god you don’t believe in to just exist for the next 5 minutes.
I have received these calls from two people, and I’m so glad both are still alive.
Track Name: Crystalline
We will not be so easily, overwhelmed
We will be stronger tomorrow
We will wake up with smiles on our lips
Even if we have to draw them on in pen
In permanent felt tipped acceptance
We will be stronger tomorrow
I have to trust that it will be so
Our numbers will grow
Like millions of crystalline flakes of snow
We will not be so easily overwhelmed
By you

This song was a poem I wrote and I like it, even though I dont have nearly as much to say about it. Its about finding people who are going through the same struggles as you, pressing your backs together and lifting each other out of the darkness, no matter what anyone thinks or says to push you back down.
Track Name: Venezuela Bandits
Running along the mossy floor of the forest
With the sirens of the police screaming towards us
Heading quickly away from the city
Running and laughing through the greenery
I put a baseball bat in the trunk of my car
And you took it out with a little smile
To smash the window of a jewelry store
cause we thought the alarm didn’t work any more

Venezuela cannot catch us now
Venezuela cannot catch us now
Venezuela cannot catch us now
And they never will

We camped out on rooftops of the city towers
And stole from the tourist in the busy hours
I love the way that you would fold up our tarp
Into a neat little blue plastic square

But we should have kept running, because one night we were found
By 3 scared men who were running from a crowd
You were cutting a pear when he pushed his way by
You screamed when it sliced open your ribcage

Winter came our home was covered in snow
Smothering the seeds and the sprouts we had tried to grow
And I told you that I loved you, because I thought you should know
Before we jumped off the balcony to the unknown below

Venezuela cannot catch us now
Venezuela cannot catch us now
Venezuela cannot catch us now
And they never will

This is not a Mountain Goats song. I know it sound like it, and I’d be a big, fat, stinky liar if I didn’t say John Darnielle influenced me on this. I played this song solo a couple weeks ago and I guess some people were telling others that it was a Mountain Goats cover! That’s nice, but its not. I’m not that good yet people! Oh and I recorded all of this song myself. It seemed more honest that way. This song is fictional, but I feel deeply about it anyway. Its also the last song on Side A of the cassettes!
Track Name: Working
Why should we work for a living, if working every day is killing us
If in our hearts we know that we aren’t satisfied
Our 40 hour weeks are 40 hour wastes of time
Don’t give up heart, I hope you wont
You’re scared to be a failure but I promise that you wont because
You don’t need a map if you love the road you’re on
Just keep on driving forward let the journey be your home

We hold our lives, in our hands
Letting them flow through our fingers like desert sands
You don’t have to prove yourself to anyone
So hold on as tightly as you can

Don’t waste your time with a job that you hate
Just to buy some fancy things you wont appreciate
Im not pretending that no one need to work
But no one needs to feel so worthless

So if you’re feeling lost and like you have no power
Remember you’re not meat to eat or sheep to just devour
We’re living, breathing, thinking screaming human stinking beings
More money never meant more depth of feeling

We hold our lives, in our hands
Letting them flow through our fingers like desert sands
You don’t have to prove yourself to anyone
So hold on as tightly as you can

I wrote this song while at my job. I worked as a handyman/ personal assistant to a CEO of a company who makes lasers and shit. They had a big house and lots of money. One day while I was painting their walls making 12 bucks an hour (not amazing but honestly I was pretty happy with that cash!) I could hear the guy upstairs (3 story house ya’ll) making a multi million dollar sale of lasers. And I thought, “what the fuck. Im painting walls, he just made millions selling lasers. I don’t know what it is but that’s just bizarre”
Whatever. Im never gonna do anything I hate unless I need to. I didn’t hate that job but I quit to travel with my girlfriend and then go on tour. Im leaving for tour this week! I might work more when I’m back but if I don’t want to, I won’t! Woo!
Track Name: No More Frost Giants
I should have learned this stuff as a kid,
from popeye and pajama sam.
There’s no need to hide when its dark outside
And I am what I am

Oh im afraid of the dark
I swear its comin to get me
Every night that im away from home
Like nobodys gonna notice that I m gone

Making small talk is a struggle
Cause Im a boy in a goddamn bubble
Looking around
For something to set me free

I get bored oh so easily
And I keep to my self to frequently
It’s a miracle that my friends
remember me at all.

Cause im addicted to my bedroom
Im addicted to my bedroom

No one wants to hear another song about a boy
Sitting on his bed, playing a guitar
But that’s exactly the point
That’s exactly where my life is heading

If you want me to come outside
you’re gonna have to pull me hard
Im not just singing wistfully
Im begging you to help me

Cause Im addicted to my bedroom
Im addicted to my bedroom

This song is about what a shut in I am. I definitely have some social problems. I don’t want to say social anxiety; I’m reluctant to call it that because I really do not have it bad as a lot of people I know. I’d rather say I have a social aversion.
Anyway, If I seem rude to you, Im probably not trying to be, And please please please keep trying to hang out with me! I probably want to but I’m not good at that stuff.
Track Name: The Gas Station Attendant
Stop telling me to come outside, its ugly and cold,
And carrying a fragrance of acetone
Quickly moving along on a northbound wind.


And covering the tracks behind was the town pride and joy
A boxer boy who was on the rise
to stardom, to fame, and to glory.

He fought his way to a national bought
But one wrong punch and he was out on the floor
They had to carry him out the door.

6 months later he worked at the gas station
Filling the cars with petroleum
So they could head off on their way.


and they smiled and kissed his cheeks and showered him with praise
as he pumped their cars till the fuel gauge read, in lightly glowing letters
god anywhere but here
god anywhere but here


He sat all day outside On a white plastic bleached bone
skeleton chair. With the smell petrol filling his weary eyes
With tears and cries of get me out of here

I want to trade corpses with you,
he cried at a grave,
because the dead have no slaves.

and they smiled and kissed his cheeks and showered him with praise
as he pumped their cars till the fuel gauge read, in lightly glowing letters
god anywhere but here
god anywhere but here

Another fictional song-story. I love the last chorus line about corpses, just saying! I hate that people have to pump other peoples gas in some states. But I also get that it provides work for people with the inability to get other jobs. I just with there was a better way. And there is a better way but I’m not the one to talk to about that kind of stuff.
Also in the lyrics god isn’t capitalized. My computer keeps trying to change it and I’m just like, no. I don’t mean God I mean god. I don’t believe in God, I just say it. Dude. I don’t believe in the devil but I still don’t give a damn!
Track Name: Sci Fi Movie Night!
Lets all go to our friends house
And sit around a tv
And pop in the poorest excuse we can find
Of a science fiction movie
Rummage through the thrift stores
Until you find a VHS labeled
Revenge of the Japanese Voodoo neo Nazis part 3
Satans final resurrection

Its sci fi movie night!
Its sci fi movie night!
Its sci fi movie night!
Its sci fi movie night! Its movie night!


Giant clams, super jesus,
Is a fight I’d love to see
Never played in a movie theater
It went straight to DVD
Is she supposed to be hot?
Is that supposed to be blood?
Is that an old school rap star
Fighting monsters in the hood

Its sci fi movie night!
Its sci fi movie night!
Its sci fi movie night!
Its sci fi movie night! Its movie night!

Im not talking quality films
Like Star Wars, or the Wrath of Kahn
I mean Troma Movies
Any Troma Movie
Originals are great
But good things come in fours
So if the first was good
It’ll only get better with more

Its sci fi movie night!
Its sci fi movie night!
Its sci fi movie night!
Its sci fi movie night! Its movie night!

Lets all go to our friends house
With the cheapest food we can find
Im gonna talk through the whole damn movie
I hope that you all don’t mind
If you’re feeling bad
Everything will be all right
You’re here with friends

Its sci fi movie night!
Its sci fi movie night!
Its sci fi movie night!
Its sci fi movie night!
Its movie night!

This is an easy song to understand, so instead of explaining it, I’ll say this; If you don’t know what Troma movies are, watch them. There’s some on youtube. The Toxic Avengers a good one (the first and fourth are good, two and three blow!) and so is Class of Nuke’em High. Or Cannibal: the Musical.
Track Name: Concerta
I wouldn’t say that Im depressed
But I'm feeling down
I don’t know if it’s the season
Or just this town
Or the people who aren’t here
Or the ones that stuck around
My body is a castle
Built on ever sinking ground
My emotional monarch
Remains uncrowned
Happiness and sadness
Lightly passed around
Quickly changing hands
Without any mark or sound
Invisible restraints
Give no hint that I am bound
To the royalty above me
Who could choose to have me drowned
And the king of pain will tell me
Of the hurts I've never found
And Ill feel worse for feeling bad
Even with another round
Liquor might be quicker
But the numbing less profound
Than just sitting in my room
Contemplating doom
Sometimes I m just feeling slightly sad

This song is about dealing with ADHD. I have it, and a lot of people don’t care about it. In the 90’s is was a trendy diagnosis for lots of problems and Ritalin was flowing into kids faster than a chocolate river into Augustus Gloop!
But Some of the kids had it bad, and of those, some grew out of it. There’s a difference between growing out of it and not ever having it by the way. Anyway, I was not one of the kids to get better, I’ve gotten worse in fact.
Concerta is the drug I take to help focus, and I am so thankful it exists.
My biggest struggle with ADHD was around the time of this album being written and recorded. I was taking four studio art classes and an art history class in college all at the same time. I was recommended to take 2 studios and the history but I’m determined to graduate within a 4 year schedule. On top of that I had a job, 3 bands, a girlfriend, and was writing and recording this album. It stressed me out so much. After school ended I’ve had morning where I’ve gotten out of bed filled with anxiety about my classes only to remember they had ended over a week ago.
I don’t have depression, I don’t have anxiety. But I do have ADHD and that was a big part of me feeling depressed and anxious. I literally get bored to tears.
Track Name: The Adventures of Big Boy and Cutie Girl
If I sound like I'm smiling
Its because I am
Thinking about that day thinking about the way
I wanted to reach out and grab your hand

We were at salvation army
Picking out stupid clothes
For like the third time that week
We were scavenging through secondhand rows
And I found a dress
That I thought looked kinda funny
I wore it into Walmart, and it made you laugh,
I always liked to make you laugh

And I thought you were cute
yeah I thought you were cute
oh i thought you were cute, in that little sailor suit.

Last song on the album! This song is about me falling in love with a friend when I already had a girlfriend. It’s the other song on this album that I recorded all myself. By the way, that smooth bass you hear isn’t a bass! It’s a guitar with fresh strings, a very close mic, and a mellow touch. And for the other guitar it’s a capo on the 9th for that bright shimmer.