How To Date A Severed Head

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Jonah Terry songs that are as tough as they are fragile. the soundtrack for misunderstood punk youth. Favorite track: What We Talk About When We Talk About Love.
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released October 29, 2016

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Track Name: The Bucket Song
There's a bucket in our house and it fills up we dump out

There's a creature in the fridge, and I am not sure what it is,
but I'm a sure that it lives.
my room is down the hall, and at night I hear it crawl around inside

There's a girls inside a cage, she has been there all her days,
but tonight she escapes, tonight, you learn her name,
There's a girls inside a room and she feels like she might be doomed,
but she's alive.
Track Name: Cicada City
God wrapped his long, cold hands around my throat,
I held my breath.
It was August in the south, and my ceiling fan was down,
my sheets are soaked in sweat.

I never really listened to words he said,
because all he ever told me is "I wish you were dead,"
the cicadas sing along with the records here,
God be damned, I'm gonna make it through this year,

We were dancing by the roots of the sunset tree
a plastic bottle full of Dewar's tucked between my knees,
we were on fire then.

Sunlight was bouncing off the ring for your keys,
and you said. "babe I'll take us anywhere that we wanna be,"
It's a long dark road, one day we'll face our fears,
but for right now, I'm happy right here,
burning with you.

I wish that I could tell you everything will be fine,
but I guess that we'll find out with time,
so put on another of the records here,
God be damned, we're gonna make it through this year
Track Name: Cephalophore
Good morning, to the dead snake by my window,
Good morning, to this stale, old cup of coffee.
Last night, somebody left on the TV,
so I heard gunshots all last night while dreaming.

You brought home a white-trash girl and she flirted with your dad,
your step-mom wouldn't give her a beer, so she threatened to kick her ass,
you were so turned you didn't know how to act,
but Mom and Dad left you with the check for the TV that she smashed.

I think I want a boyfriend,
I think I want him to be undead,
I don't want to date a vampire,
I want to date a severed head,
we can talk all night and I can keep him in my bag,
and when we drink, I'll drink his beer second hand
as it leaves his esophagus

There's a horse inside this bar and he is drinking with his friends
he broke his leg in a race last year and he says he would do it again,
broke his leg in a race last year and he says he's got no regrets,
I am likely to believe him when I've had enough to drink,
with my severed head boy friend.
Track Name: Connestee Beach
Going to the beach! We're going swimming at Connestee Beach!

So nasty! Best beach in town!
The air is warm and the sun is out!
My skin's gonna get so red!
The air smells like there's something dead!

We're going swimming with all of the speed freaks!
we're going swimming at Connestee Beach!
Track Name: What We Talk About When We Talk About Love
I love you like dogs love anti-freeze
I love you like doctors love heart disease,
I love you like UN drones love the middle east,
I love you like kids love guns on TV

I love you like a mother loves the Man-Killed-By-A-Car
once his organs go to science so her daughter gets a brand new heart,

Let's drink Gin until we start to get loud,
then I'll grab a pair of pliers and rip that aching tooth out of your mouth

I love you like the Boogieman loves your screams,
I love you like nightlights love bad dreams,
we talk about love but we don't know what we means
when we talk about love, we don't talk about anything.
when we talk about love, we talk about everything.

(I love you)
Track Name: Gas Station Wine
Those Green City Boys and Cola Girls are headed out for the night.
They're headed outta town, southbound on the 386

I fell in love with you while we were waiting in the gas station line,
oh, yeah we spent the night and we got drunk on your gas station wine,

but I learned on King St, how to drink from rampant college kids
and smoke cigarettes until my blood pulled thick
I learned to kiss you on the city that lead out to the sea,
you'll make a Charleston city sinner outta me eventually.

I feel like the sea grass when I'm safe at home and I am unashamed. I feel like that bikini top, lost beneath those Good ole Tidal waves,
sinking down below the crescents, down below the beer cans muck and foam. sinking, like your heart when I never call once I get home.
sweetie, I hope you know that summer is just a season and romance is a word and my lack of self-respect drove me away. I hope if nothing else, that you can recall, that I wrote a song about the day-

where I fell in love with you while we waiting in the gas station line
we spent the night and we got drunk on your gas station wine
and when it's all said and done, everything but the crying's come to pass the only thing left to do is tilt your head and tilt the Bordeaux glass.

I learned on King St, how to drink from rampant college kids
and smoke cigarettes until my blood pulled thick
I learned to kiss you on the city that lead out to the sea,
you'll make a Charleston city sinner outta me eventually.

I hope that it's not something we regret we ever did,
a weekend spent in Charleston city sin
Track Name: Milk Trouble
The World is a foul place, everything decays at some point, and then something else takes its place and it's made of the same thing.

In so many years, when you're ammonia and nitrogen, diazatrophs bind the lines of ions, like bars of iron, to build, new green towers.

there's mold in the shower, devouring flesh,
do you feel like a coward when you grab for the bleach?
I feel like a killer when my hands are slick.
I reach for the cup by the sink and don't think about the million things in the glass
I don't know what happens next, but there is acid and division and every last decision is based on "If you destroy you must create," and "if it's toxic it must change, but what is toxic has a place and serves a purpose,"

the earth was here before us, we don't know it but it knows us, and yeah, I know its gross, but the dirt below your toes is composed of blood and bones and shit, yeah,
your dad's a part of it, and your dog's a part of it
and your mom's a part of it, what you hate's a part of it,
and what you love's a part of it,
and I'm a part of it, and you're a part of it.