Typical Me

by Kew

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released May 9, 2017

recorded over a wet weekend in february at gravesend studios, bushwick
produced and mixed by kegan zema
mastered by tom tierney at spaceman sound, greenpoint

kew is:
mikey - vocals/guitar
matty - vocals/bass
colin - guitar
corgi - drums

all tracks written by mikey + matty
artwork: "wilson no. 4" by m. towles

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Track Name: Blind
i'm gonna paint my room
another color of blue
and i'm gonna fill my bookshelf up
with books that don't remind me of you.

and i'm gonna wear my watch
on my right hand
and i'm gonna tear my heart out
count down, i'm a different man.

i believe that i am blind.
(i believe in what i see and
i'll believe in everything and)

maybe we'll spend some time together
when you come back from LA
i don't wanna fall in love with you
i just want to destroy everything.
can i taste the colors
as they pour out my mouth?
and can i taste yr heartbreak
before i bury it straight in the ground?

i believe that i am blind.
(i believe in what i see and
i'll believe in everything and
i'll believe in what they tell me
i'll believe in anything.)

i'm just a fox in the snow
and yr just a dove on my tail
i don't wanna fight anymore
i just wanna fail how i fail.
i'm just a fox in the snow
and yr just a hound on my trail
get yr blue eyes out of my head
and they'll paint us gold in hell.

i believe that i am blind.
(i believe in what i see and
i'll believe in everything and
i'll believe in what they tell me
i'll believe in anything.)
Track Name: Rancher
I remember feelin’ down, out in Alphabet City--
I was savin’ lots of skrill a skipped meal at a time.
Shaved my head, cuz I was sad. “SEEKING HEAD, NOT PITY”
Weak knees, dripping dreams--just another night.

Max said the show was dead, guess I’ll head home early.
Passin’ men passin’ out. This is real. I’m alive.
(It's surreal, I wanna die!)
“Come and hang!” “I’m away.” Steph says, “Don’t worry.”
Key in door, hit the floor--I can feel! I survived!

Night is heavy.
Bed is empty.
I’m sweating--
every dream is a sign.

Now I’m bored, sick, and sore. “Don’t you feeling like cryin’?”
“It’s whatcha get for lettin' bodies keep you up so late.”
Waste away every day. Just a gaunt, drawn guy--
a libertine rake plagued by nicotine shakes.

Now
I’m choking--
muscle confusion,
fruit smoothies,
light pollution.
I fear
that I’m falling
into disuse.
I just want to kiss you.

And I don’t remember going down in the basement,
but i do remember waking up on the cement.
And I don’t remember any of their faces,
but i remember waking up covered in semen.
Track Name: Healer
Couldn’t tell L. wasn’t comin’,
Couldn’t believe in Nothing.
Never measured in miles, but why not?

Sleepin’ or drownin’ in honey,
sourin’, wastin’ my money--
harrowing dreams--oh alkaline, no!

“Harder,” he said. We were fine.
Givin’ in, giving up trying.
Forgiving and given away. (Way, way out.)

I was awake! I know
I was awake.
I was rake, I know.
I was rake.

Saved, but never stopped runnin’,
suckin’ for succor, not lovin’--
seeking a seer, a scene, a soul.

Couldn’t believe in No One.
Couldn’t shake the repulsion--
maybe we make, we mate, we mold.

I was awake, I know!
I was awake.
I couldn’t wait, oh no,
I couldn’t wait.
I was a fake, I know.

I was a fake. You know
I was a fake.
I couldn’t wait, no no,
I couldn’t wait.
In a state, oh God!
In a state.
I was awake! I know!
I was awake!
Track Name: Counter
i gotta lose weight by winter
so i can enjoy christmas dinner
and i gotta stop drinking bourbon
but nothing else is really working
and i'm trying to fill this hole in my head
yr memories keep slipping into my bed
and there's a diamond shining in yr eyes
you laugh, i just hope i fucking make it this time.

don't count me out, i'm not all in.

well K, about the life we tried to have together:
i don't know -- well, i do -- fuck it, whatever.
so now i'm mapping out the planets of scripture
to fit the rhythm of the godhead within her.
did you want a subscription to the issues of my younger days?
well here it is!

don't count me out, i'm not all in.

if there's a curtain
then i'm certain
that i will get to the end
but every time i
look for a sign i
find my heart asleep 'round the bend.

if there's a curtain
then i'm certain
that i will get to the end.
but every time i
look for a sign i
find my heart is screaming, "California again!"

and now the stage is set for every beginner
and i'm exhausted and the coffee is bitter
and there's a distance growing in yr eyes
don't blink, i'm just a fucking loser in time.

don't count me out i'm not all in.