I’ve got skills but they don't know where to use me
I'm like the best-dressed dude at the nude beach
nice to meet you…
I am more the quiet type, I tend to be a shyer guy
as safe as knee and elbow pads in cul de sacs with traffic lights
I spend most of my time alone, it's not all that bad, ya know?
I lost some weight from anxious-pacin' talkin' on the telephone
If I look cool I'm foolin’ you, at any point you can assume
my mind's computin' every path that screws up what I wanna do
Lock the door, seal it too: Dancing in the Panic Room
I made a promise, now I feel nauseous
as if I chugged a cup of stuff you clean your countertops with
but no Lysol won't solve this, so I am out of options
it's past my bedtime and I'm honestly exhausted
And I just want’a be more than nostalgia
received like a hotdog down at the dog park
be your best friend…
The things that I can't shoulder well I pass onto my older self
and hope I learn to cope so I don't end up broke or overwhelmed
cause vocally I'm not the best, I'm openly admitting that
but if you cared I doubt you woulda made it past McCracken, yeah
If I look brave, I'm secretly pretending I'm a different me
the one on stage who plays and sings and claps and shouts and basically:
Behind the door, just out of view: Dancing in the Panic Room
I made a promise, now I feel nauseous
as if I chugged a cup of stuff you clean your countertops with
but no Lysol won't solve this, so I am out of options
it's past my bedtime and I'm honestly exhausted
But if you want it…
HEYHEYHEY
HEYHEYHEY
HEYHEYHEY
HEYHEYHEY
Now wouldn't it be the best if all the answers to our questions
came as sheepish realizations obvious in retrospective
like the answer for anxiety that's crept into your head
is as simple as your printer - you forgot to plug it in
instead of playing twister with my lyrics 'cause I can
and filling every syllable with lots of bull should I instead
give you the simple sing-a-long you're all hoping will come next
or do I load that motha up and doo-da-doo what I do best?
So here's my promise: don't aim for flawless
cause some of your best art is made with chalk on your sidewalk it’s
gone when you wash it off it’s not made for fame or profits
it's lookin’ back and giving all you got to top it
but if you want it…
HEYHEYHEY
HEYHEYHEY
HEYHEYHEY
HEYHEYHEY
HEYHEYHEY
credits
from The Rough Draft,
released November 20, 2018
Lyrics/Vocals - Bug
Guitar - Mohamed Hussein
Drums - Marcus Alcantara
Bass - Jesse Gallaway
Recorded: 1-shot Studio
Produced: Bug
Mixed; Dylan Fant
Mastered: Dylan Fant @ 1-shot Studio
supported by 13 fans who also own “Disco! In the Panic Room”
I love this album because it seamlessly combines a spoken word narrative with music. I love how sonically diverse it is!
I also love the fact that, even though the album is about a very specific life experience, the album contains emotions that feel very universal. Overall, it's a great listen. elainachristine
A solarpunk concept album set in the not-too-distant tomorrow, Tom John Hall uses elegantly wrought art rock to tell a winding tale. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 25, 2023
Bright, gorgeous, bashing songs from these Belgian shoegazers that never lose track of melody amidst the waves of distortion. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 23, 2023
supported by 13 fans who also own “Disco! In the Panic Room”
Found this through my poor Spotify trying desperately to find what I might like to listen to. Not at all my normal type of music but it actually made me stop and listen. Delightful from beginning to end. It's gone onto my DAP to become part of my normal rotation of music. vonvanna