Lowlife Dreams EP

by Skunkmello

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.

      name your price

     

  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    Includes unlimited streaming of Lowlife Dreams EP via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 5 days

      $5 USD or more 

     

1.
04:15
2.
04:22
3.
4.
5.
05:19

credits

released June 15, 2013

skunkmello is: matt bartlett, ed cuervo, & jono ori
all songs by matt bartlett and performed by skunkmello
produced by jono ori & ed cuervo
mixed and engineered by ed cuervo
mastered by brian lucey at magic garden mastering
principle tracking by hansdale hsu
art direction by jono ori. photography by jon hanford.
additional vocals by chris & ashley rozanski, bridget ori, janine voris
-
special thanks to rich king from philly sound studios and bob gordon

tags

license

all rights reserved

about

Skunkmello New York, New York

Sewer blues and gutter grooves for the barefooted and absent minded.

contact / help

Contact Skunkmello

Streaming and
Download help

Shipping and returns

Redeem code

Track Name: The Way Down
The Way Down

A pair of buckshot eyes
And a poorly made disguise
Made to fit the enterprise
Of living on the run
Made a couple wrong turns
And few too many burns
All the rules I never learned
Left me living by the gun
Tagged a Mississippi Blue
With an old 22
Left a couple IOUs
In the lawman's bank
Then I robbed a Ghetty
With a silver steel machete
And my hands were slow and steady
As I was filling up the tank

This ain't no matinee show
Cost another peso
I'll be on my way so I'll cash em out here
Ain't looking for a fight sir
Tried to be polite sir
But you fucking with the lights so I gotta bring the fear

And the waves they crashing on the way down
Need a little time before the heat comes back around
They crashing on the way down
Need a little time before the heat comes back around

Some say that I'm blessed
And I don't listen to the rest
So I'm cutting it out West
In a stolen Chevrolet
Got to stay ahead
Cus you know they want me dead
For the people that have bled
On the open freeway
Had to hit a liquor store
Looking for a little score
Caught some shrapnel through the door
But I got away clean
Don't like to make demands
But it's easy to command
With a pump-action hand
If you know what I mean

This ain't no matinee show
Cost another peso
I'll be on my way so I'll cash em out here
Ain't looking for a fight sir
Tried to be polite sir
But you fucking with the lights so I gotta bring the fear

And the waves they crashing on the way down
Need a little time before the heat comes back around
They crashing on the way down
Need a little time before the heat comes back around
Track Name: Full Recline
Full Recline

Lots of people tangled in their strung-out lives
Wired for success like twisty-ties
Me I never caught on the that schlock-house grind
Must have got a little bit left behind
But hey, It's alright with me
Cus I prefer it on the back porch of society

Grid-lock, traffic fines, no one ever takes their time
Me, I'd rather kick it in the good old fashioned sunshine
With everybody reeling on amphetamines
I'm trying to make a point of going green
Oh yeah, and I be feeling fine
Cus life's just a whole lot better in full recline

Cus I'm a day dreamer
My only crime seems to unwind outside of time
Day dreamer
I often find my wandering mind in full recline

Urban blues, shiny shoes, nine to five is bad news
Programed for a pause to recite the latest previews
Me, I'll take a ticket for some herbal relief
And a nice tall drink to help me keep myself brief
Oh yeah, and it can't be beat
Cus life's just a whole lot cooler grooving in the backseat

Living by the mantra: if it's too much work than fuck it
Yea I'd rather be sipping on a cold rum bucket
Or dreaming of being stranded on an island with Gilligan
A pretty brunette and a redhead with silicones
Yeah, and I be feeling fine
Cus life's just a whole lot better in full recline

Cus I'm a day dreamer
My only crime seems to unwind outside of time
Day dreamer
I often find my wandering mind in full recline
Track Name: Two Dudes on a Moped
Two Dudes on a Moped

Cruising down Commonwealth
Working on the street cred
Super fly super stealth
Two dudes on a Moped
Cruising down Boylston
Zed's dead baby Zed's dead
If you want it come and get it son
It's not a chopper; it's a moped

Two dudes on a moped
Two dudes on a moped
Two dudes on a moped
Two dudes on a moped

Anna's taqueria
Gotta get myself fed
Green salsa diarrhea
Two dudes on a moped
Burning down Greylock
Lounging in the trunk bed
Got that glow-stick shell-shock
Dippin molly on a moped

Two dudes on a moped
Two dudes on a moped
Two dudes on a moped
Two dudes on a moped
Track Name: Bukowski Blues
Bukowski Blues

Now I'll tell you something that's never been so true
I could use another drink and I could use one two
So don't you worry mama, don't you worry bout me
Cus the lowlife dreams like Bukowski

Sitting in the park up on Washington Street
Looking at the girls, man just looking at the girls
Gotta brown-bag lunch made of barley and rye
Ain't no better meal to keep you satisfied
And I'll drink them up and I'll drink them down
Yea I'll drink that shit all over town
I'll drink them clean and I'll drink them neat
And I'll drink them sloppy and slide off my seat

Yea I'll tell you something that's never been so true
I could use another drink and I could use one two
So don't you worry mama, don't you worry bout me
Cus the lowlife dreams like Bukowski

Don't care if it's Jack, Jim, or John
Pappy Van Winkle or Jameson
Tullamore Dew or Makers Mark
Wild Turkey, Old Crow, or Cutty Sark
Cus All of my friends are with me for sure
They keep me warm when I sleep on the floor
They keep me hip when I'm feeling bored
They don't let me dry like them before

Cus I'll tell you something that's never been so true
I could use another drink and I could use one two
So don't you worry mama, don't you worry bout me
Cus the lowlife dreams like Bukowski
Yea all the lowlife dream like Bukowski
Yea the lowlike dream like Bukowski
All the lowlife dream like Bukowski
Yea the lowlife dream
Track Name: Better Days
Better Days

I asked the man on the corner
For a twenty-five cent loan
Long distance, insistence
On the telephone
Connect me operator
Said now I got to make a call
Word to the instigator
Found the number on the bathroom wall
No meaning in the search-light
No purpose there to find
Just a junkyard-ramble in the moonlight
A burnt out plea of some kind

To live a Life
Of a passing time
Escape the strife
Of this world of mine
Runaway
'Neath the yellow moon
Better days
Yeah better days are coming soon

Passed an ancient scholar
Gold buttons on his shirt
Preaching for the dollar
Clinging to his dirt
But I saw what he was dealing
Five jokers to a hand
I said a second of this feeling
Is worth more than all your sand

And I walked past
His life of little thrill
Free at last
To wander as I will
Runaway
'Neath the yellow moon
Better days
Yeah, better days are coming soon