Sometimes Monkeys Die

by Bogsey

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This album has a lot of stuff that comes from my own life, and some made up stuff sprinkled in there too

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released December 1, 2012

Guitar, Vocals, Bass, Banjo, Mandolin, Accordion
Woah! And slide guitar, slide banjo, slide whistle, beatbox and calculator synth
Everything played written and recorded by Brandon Boggs

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Folk-punk about anxiety, depression, gender, and feelins. Message us anytime for anything!

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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, yowling, 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
I'm on my way.
Long live the lighthouse
Track Name: Congrats!
I grew up surrounded by kids who I'm sure were all depressed and hurt and anxious
But I never knew who they were because they hid it all so well

So give yourselves a hand,
you made it out alive
Though our bullys and crushes and stepdads
Made it hard to survive sometimes

Im amazed we didn’t all kill each other
Im amazed we didn’t all kill ourselves
As we sat in teenage desolation
Trapped in our four foot seven hell.

Im amazed we didn’t all kill our parents
Im amazed we didn’t all kill our friends
And though we carry scars and surgeries
Someday our hurts will mend


And whatever you did to get here
And however your father hurt you
And whoever you wished would die until one day it suddenly came true

You were a kid, so let it all go,
And what you cant let go or forget,
Find a way to let it out
You wont feel better yet


Im amazed we didn’t all kill eachother
Im amazed we didn’t all kill ourselves
As we sat in teenage desolation
In our four foot seven hell

Im amazed we didn’t all kill our parents
Im amazed we didn’t all kill our friends
And though we carry scars and surgeries
Someday they'll mend.
Track Name: Stir Up the Air
We are all allergic to the air
Or at least to all the emotional toxins
We create in our minds, and process in our brains
Dumping the waste into our words
Have you seen how a hotdog is made
It’s the same way the air is made
We take all of the worst parts of our brains
And send them all away

So how are we to survive?
We must break from our stagnant lives
For we are like water if we sit in one place
We get boring, and plastic, and filled with mosquito
And very few people, want that kind of thing
So lets make an effort, to stir up the air, to stir up the air, the air
Track Name: City of Roses
Im a long way from home in the city of roses
Could I put on a show theyd enjoy
On this wheat cracker slab of concrete

Maybe someday ill write a song
I can play where its usually quiet
Ill sing in a spot where silence is golden
And hopefully people will like it

A boy was born in Arkansas,
I forget his name
He was short, and pale, with dandelion hair
That never could be tamed

he wrote poetry in a leatherbound notebook
his grandmother purchased for him
with the money she saved at the end of the month
from her dwindling government pension

The boy dreamed himself as a writer
His ink burned as hot as the Sun.
He used the most beautiful words that he knew
And wrote them all down one by one

He poured his heart onto the pages
And brought it to class to share
And the children laughed at him and blew the
wishes from his
Dandelion hair

But the boy was not to be discouraged
So he went home and worked out all night
After 10 years of football regimes
He was captain of stoneybrook high

This may be a poor resolution
But sometimes things change suddenly
And we give up on our dreams
Far to easily