We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Nashville Demos, Vol. 2

by OJR

supported by
davisag
davisag thumbnail
Reuben Frank
Reuben Frank thumbnail
ccarracing
ccarracing thumbnail
joshcarl2010
joshcarl2010 thumbnail
john batson
john batson thumbnail
rupman27
rupman27 thumbnail
Keith Duff
Keith Duff thumbnail
/

  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      $8 USD  or more

     

1.
Something New 03:16
lyrics
Trying hard to think of something new Trying hard to make the big breakthrough But I’m lost in the endless stream Swallowed by my own newsfeed It’s a pattern play, and I’ve had my share for today (Hey, hey, hey…) Hey, Mr. Radio Here’s that song I wrote Your lies don’t scare me, and I won’t back down Hey, Mr. Radio Get it while you can—time’s up, you know Guys like you are on their way out Guys like you are on their way out Trying hard to think of something fresh Being made to make your life seem nothing less than perfect Outrage in the hype machine Outrun by your own newsfeed It’s a pattern play, and you’ve had your share for today (Hey, hey, hey…) Hey, Mr. Radio Here’s that song we wrote It’s called “Your Lies Don’t Scare Us and We Won’t Back Down” Hey, Mr. Radio Get it while you can—time’s up, you know Guys like you are on their way out Guys like you are on their way out Guys like you are on their way out Creeps like you are on your way out You chose your path It’s too bad that it’s now obsolete
2.
Song for Stephen H. 03:22
lyrics
Drivin’ down a wicked road Goin’ where the sun won’t show I slept for an hour or so Woke up inside a nuclear zone If you read every comment You’ll never feel free I’d ask Alexa my question But she won’t answer me I’d ask her the question But I already know We need you To beat the fake news We need you To beat the fake news We need you to help us Through the black mirror blues Drivin’ down a wicked road Goin’ where the moon won’t glow We stood in the shadow and cried Our leader burned holes in his eyes So you download the update To keep living free I’d ask Alexa my question But she’s ignoring me Yeah, I’d ask her the question But I already know We need you To beat the fake news We need you To beat the fake news We need you to help us Through the black mirror blues Oh, what a show! In the wet dream of a lonely Tech Bro Insta-models and paid Russian trolls Rub elbows in the ruins of my soul Now it’s got us going low We’re blowing low (So) we need you To beat the fake news We need you To beat the fake news We need you to help us Through the black mirror blues I’ve thought about it I’ve thought about it But you’ll never know You’ll never… I’ve thought about it I’ve thought about it But he’ll never know He’ll never…
3.
Transatlantic (World Gone Mad) 03:37
lyrics
I drank my first Bloody Mary in Barcelona I spent my first night in jail in New York I walked a thousand miles from Virginia Just to trade a cheap spoon for a fork I went around and around, all over this world Lookin’ for love in a pub I made it to London with 10 quid and a hug And I sold all my guns for some skunk Low now I’m so low now Between nothing and know-how I’m a transatlantic man on the run Oh, this world has gone mad Oh, this world has gone mad Back in the States by half 7 pm I’m fresh off the bless-up vibes I go huntin’ for magic in a Baptist church Whilst my watch it gives broken time I run and I run, all over this world Like a track star hounding for speed But it’s not the booze that I need Nor for the drugs that I fiend But a mastery of love and of peace Low now I’m so low now Between nothing and know-how I’m a transatlantic man on the run Oh, this world has gone mad Oh, this world has gone mad Like having Marmite for brains Like piss and vinegar down drains Like every refugee’s to blame In sweet Lord Jesus’ name It’s the inept and inane It’s redefining “insane” When you’re the arson and the flame You’re the top hat and the cane You’re the Spokesman for Revelations All curse and no salutations You’re the main hatred station Of ancient borders and old nations Oh, this world has gone mad Oh, this world has gone mad
4.
Trap Interlude (Ego) 01:10
lyrics
I’ve got something to say to you You’ve been draggin’ my name around All over town You’re a slave to the Ego So you won’t let it go You won’t let it go You’re a shark in cargo shorts You keep telling lies To hide the hurt And the tide is changing now The tide is changing now The tide is changing now
5.
Sexy Music 05:26
lyrics
You want it, you need it, you get it, you split it In a box at the end of the world Your mother is calling; Paris has fallen Better load up on p.k.’s & pearls It’s two o’clock—too soon to stop Hey, play no rock—the kids wanna groove Too numb to brood, too loose to lose It's time to fuck away the chyron blues Let's get it on Let's get it on From dusk till dawn We've got no time for protest songs I'm talkin’ sexy music I’m talkin' sexy music We’re talkin’ sexy music I’m talkin’ sexy music They don’t know you, but they want to They wanna go down all of your roads Ditch the map, kid… Big heart attack with Disco bones and a drip nose She see baby in the corner, and she never felt warmer Her tongue on the skin of a toad "We've got five years,” says the news guy To hell with his blue vibe! The world burns and we move slow Let's get it on Let’s get it on From dusk till dawn We've got no time for protest songs I'm talkin’ sexy music I’m talkin’ sexy music We’re talkin’ sexy music I’m talkin’ sexy music We’re talkin’ sexy music We’re feelin’ sexy music We’re groovin’ sexy music We're doin' sexy music Don't come preachin' 'bout pollution And you can keep your dreams of sweet revolution There's a great storm gatherin' high in every sky Our shrewd solution is to buck it—stayin' dry & gettin' lucky While we die inside Let's get it on Let’s get it on From dusk till dawn We've got no time for protest songs I'm talkin’ sexy music I’m talkin’ sexy music We’re talkin’ sexy music I’m talkin’ sexy music We’re talkin’ sexy music We’re feelin’ sexy music We’re groovin’ sexy music We're doin' sexy music
6.
American Storm 04:29
lyrics
I took a trip on down to Key West I stopped in my Virginia for a little rest Woke up to eight guns loaded, pressed against my chest And then I marched For our lives Yeah, we marched For our lives Come on, youth, it’s on you To heed the call These old cowboys wanna burn it to the ground (They wanna burn it down, they wanna burn it down) So come on, youth, it’s on you To change the song You’ve got to save us all From the storm Hard to trust that this sick weather will change When every pattern in the sky warns of more hard rain When your high school’s a death trap The Baptist church a bloodbath And the Waffle House across town Is one more tortured battleground If it’s gonna be that Leave the flags at half-staff If you can stand to let it last Then leave the flags at half-mast Come on, youth, it’s on you To heed the call These old cowboys wanna burn it to the ground (They wanna burn it down, they wanna burn it down) So come on, youth, it’s on you To change the song You’ve got to save us all From the storm Come on, youth, it’s on you To heed the call These old cowboys wanna burn it to the ground (They wanna burn it down, they wanna burn it down) So come on, youth, it’s on you To change the song You’ve got to save us all From the storm The American Storm Alyssa Alhadeff Scott Beigel Martin Duque Anguiano Nick Dworet Aaron Feis Jaime Guttenberg Chris Hixon Luke Hoyer Cara Loughran Gina Montalto Joaquin “Guac” Oliver Alaina Petty Meadow Pollack Helena Ramsay Alex Schachter Carmen Schentrup Peter Wang
7.
Woodwork 04:44
lyrics
I fell asleep to the sound of a new year Commercials sellin’ products tellin’ me how to cheer I need a map for all the friends that I’ve lost They move away or find a friendship with a lower cost My mind is made like a bed no one sleeps in I try to talk to myself, but I won’t listen Spending money at the market, wasting my time I look in vain for the apple of my eye I look in vain for the apple of my eye I search in vain for the apple of my eye My voice it quivers in the quiet of a closet All my eggs fall through holes in holy baskets I keep the past held tightly in my hands Lest I let it go and have to face the present Nothing changes but the fret I put my fingers on Nothing changes but the name I call each same song Dirty water from a spigot sets the tempo I’m a burnt-out house with broken windows I’m a burnt-out house with broken windows I’m a burned-down house with no windows I woke up to the sound of a bird’s chirp It made me want to come out of the woodwork To learn the language of the bird and the way it sings So I could know when they’re talkin’ about me They call me wack, they call me brat They call me pretty thing They call me cat—tragic and deceiving I can’t create when they beat me exhausted Take my head here, it’s rotting and nostalgic Take my head here, it’s rotting and nostalgic Take my head it’s gone, rotting and nostalgic I’ve done enough Laying low I took my time I took it slow I let it go Let bridges burn I’m coming out I’m coming out I’ve done enough Laying low I took my time I took it slow I let it go Let bad bridges burn Now I’m coming out of the woodwork
8.
Cosmic American Blues 04:09
lyrics
21 years old I was livin’ in New York City Waitin’ tables downtown Tryin’ to save a pretty penny My dreams were so big My head high in the clouds I knew the day would come I’d finally step out I would board that plane In a pair of maroon boots Bound for Paris, France With these Cosmic American Blues Come Sunday on the first of June I land in the City of Light Pretty soon I was stayin’ out late Gettin’ drunk, singin’ songs all night Rosé chilled for days It’s a party on the Seine When just then up came a girl With cherry-blonde curls named Ren She said "Monsieur Brooklyn” “Won’t you play me one more chune?” “Then we can head back to my place” “And you can sing your Cosmic American Blues" So one night we were passin’ bottles Down by the old canal Gettin’ loud, drawin’ a crowd We was dancin’, singin’ Jacques Brel 3 am in the sleepy 10th It’s a party in the streets I’m flirtin’ with a banlieu bird When I look up, you know what I see It’s the bored authority Come to give us real bad news They drove me down to the station I was pleadin’ my Cosmic American Blues Ten till four, four on the floor When they threw me in a short corner I begged for a Chinese lawyer I said, "I’m only just a poor foreigner" They claimed I took aim with my six strings Pointed in their direction But chained up, I was kickin’ and screamin’ “My guitar is not a weapon!” And they said “Qu’est-ce que tu veux, monsieur?" "C’est le bleu, le blanc et le rouge?" But all I wanted was some wine to feel fine With my Cosmic American Blues Oh, it’s what they do to me They get me so low I get so low And I swear It’s what they do to me They get me so low I get so low
9.
Fast Food for Society's Eyes 03:18
lyrics
You can be famous If you find more friends You can be a part of our lives You can be a critic If you taste more bread You can lead us if you tell more lies And we’ll eat Up all your shit For a short bit of time You’re fast food for society’s eyes You can be a hero If you bring your own beer You can be one of the guys You can be Chagall, Paul Cézanne or Vermeer If you bring us to the front of the line And we’ll eat Up all your shit (we’ll eat up all your shit) For a short bit of time You’re fast food for society’s eyes And we’ll eat Up all your shit (we’ll eat up all your shit) For a short bit of time You’re fast food for society’s eyes

credits

released March 27, 2020

PERSONNEL

Oliver John-Rodgers (OJR) - all vocals; all instruments, with additional help from:

Jeff Adamczyk - organ (tracks 3, 5, 8); piano (track 3); Wurlitzer (track 5)

Thomas Banks - bass (tracks 5, 7, 9); slide guitar (tracks 6, 7, 9); synthesizer (track 5)

Pete Noyes - electric guitar (track 6)

Sol Littlefield - electric guitar (tracks 3, 5)

Whit Wright - pedal steel (track 3)



TECHNICAL

All music and lyrics written, produced, performed, recorded, and mixed by Oliver John-Rodgers (OJR), with additional help from:

Mark Bullock - mixing advice

Thomas Luminoso - mixing advice

Andy Wildrick - mastering

Rich Kelly - mastering

Natia Cinco - album artwork

license

all rights reserved

tags

If you like OJR, you may also like:

Bandcamp Daily  your guide to the world of Bandcamp

On Bandcamp Radio

Featured guests are the golden-voiced Baby Rose and psyche soulsters Brainstory.
listen now