My old band, Bloom, played a song called Nice Knowing You. This is the first recording I made of it (in my basement). If you’re familiar with the EP version, you’ll notice how much the song changed.
This ain’t security to me
I tried to help you breathe
I kissed you on the cheek
Wipe your nose off with my sleeve
Cry your tears on me
It’s going to be okay
I know you can do it on your own.
Please don’t tell me I don’t care
I try the best I can
To do what’s right for you
When you have no place to go
Remember Mom & Dad
They love you though you don’t
I tried the best I can
I tried to understand
To lend a helping hand
I tried to be a man
I know you can do it on your own.
Four.
Four new songs. Demos coming soon.
I broke a guitar string.
The sole purpose of my tumblr account is now defeated. (Until I get some new guitar strings)
fuckinghonestly asked: http://fuckinghonestly.tumblr.com/post/3267990442/for-adam-and-matt-so-do-you-feel-at-home-all-the
demo. first song i wrote for heavy boots. the other demos are poop.
Ah, Chris, I like that a lot! I love that it’s minimalistic, too. Not too much.
parkjefferson asked: ps mediafire link this and post more so i can have it.
I have no idea what mediafire is.
parkjefferson asked: THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME. who are you!?
Thanks! My name’s Max. I saw you guys once at the Hipster House! I talked to Nick briefly. I play in Bloom. We’ll be playing at Joie’s last show together!
I know what you’re thinking.
Actually, I lied. I have no idea what you’re thinking. But anyway, I just made this to post songs I write and demo so that I can show them to… you. Because obviously you’re seeing this.
I went out today, stared the sun straight in the face.
I saw a stray cat on the bicycle path and I heard it call my name.
I tried to write a song; everyone could sing along.
But how can I write with this frostbite? It’s been winter for so long.
I’ve been lead astray by a man who’s dressed in gray.
His only advice was to sacrifice what you love for steady pay.
Now I see the truth, everybody’s fucked up too.
How can I cry with my tear ducts dry from a sad and lonely youth?
There’s not a single pear tree within a hundred miles of the state I live in.
