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India Ink

by Brown Widow

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1.
a ring worm worry that's turn me blue i don't know how to sing about you moving out of your blouse and into my jeans i can tell that they've missed me and you're freaking out and im wigging out turns out you're the skeleton witch and the map that you gave me roads elusive like the veins that you feed dragging myself to the mirror remitting that zombie that appears a heavy heart weighs more than i thought wooo learning a lot from bruising you but you wouldn't let go as you're tying my noose recklessly pitching my heart at the game a home run was hit and my eyes they gleam go long go long losing weight you say it's what i gave away gnashing my teeth at myself in the mirror a reflection full of disdain hey i need you guys before you find me wandering naked and all this time alone hasn't been liberating at all i have to clean this up no it wont clean itself a ring worm worry thats turn me blue i dont know how to sing about you
2.
Swimming 03:58
The hunch on my back Is from the weight I held I had to bite back And send gravity to hell I'm a little comfortable with this noose around my neck That's freaking me out Maybe I'll learn how to swim I'm a little bit lonely but that's ok I'll gather up some friends to get loud again You know you feel good when you're not moving You know feel better if you'd learn how to swim Keep in mind that you're on your own No matter how well you keep your telephone You know you're not wrong, that's a folly step Procuring black eyes from these angry arms Polish your cares and caress your bliss Stop cutting your hair when you feel scared I'll admit I'm not that organized Maybe it's good, I won't apologize I've been damn well good enough to have some value when I walk I've worked long and hard enough to have some value when I talk We've been damn well good enough to have some value when we walk We´ve worked long and hard enough to have some value when I talk I´ve been treading for a while now Been a little better since I learned how to swim
3.
Penny$ 03:01
I admit I´m missing home more and more each year I find it hard to hear through my haggard heart This ten cents looks good with your thoughts You have so much to say but you´re not saying much, hey It´s been eighteen years of you watching her grow Fertilizing the world around her so she won´t know Come on man, just let her go Those pennies for her thoughts are piling up in your pockets Weighing you down Till your last breath Harder to breathe I´ll lasso you up so I´ll be around you every day I´ll shake my ass so I don´t look bored in your brilliant eyes My knowledge is artificial anyways I´m paying visits to my computer when I should be lacing up shoes your way The daily commute gives me a jumpstart, either way All I wanted you to do Is sleep with me x2 But I´m losing money For your thoughts I´ll never hear x4
4.
Wild Squall 04:10
I´m sorry dad, I could have been a better man As we´re climbing straight up that mountain I´m on your back I´m going bananas Losing my mind in middle school Formerly funded by you But never really went anywhere It took both of my eyes to see I was turning into the man in front of Me So I´ll take what you give me And I´ll do what you want And I´ll be naked Yeah I´ll be in a trance, yeah Emma´s on a ship, it´s made of blankets It´s never gonna go anywhere Samuel Jackson walks up on this ship, he says You got a lot of demon snakes on your ship They´re your bad luck They´re your failures It looks like we´re your friends He looks up to the sky, wrinkles his brow Says there´s a storm a´coming So I´m on a ship And it´s sinking fast What am I to do When you look like that So I tied myself in a pretty noose Every plank I walk ends with you Cashing in my checks for a gaunty frame The driftwood quality that uses up the flames Dollar bills wrapped around you like snake skin A cobra oh so tight, but he never bites And you can go to hell Your red right hand´s connected to a burning man And it´s all just a spectacle It´s just an animal fight No one ever wants to step in between The one time I wanted to use you And our pheromones took flight and you used me too My eyes grew as big as the sea Rowing myself through melancholy
5.
Spit 01:44
Swear I was going to say it, but you spat on it first A crutch spit shined with the value of a curse And I could tell you why, but that would sell this short The price of my old damn crippled heart, is compensated By the sight of your face And the worth of your words, I´ll let them make my day But if you do what you want, and don´t care for me I´m painfully envious of everything free You got your ropes tied tight, chafing the best of me And finally seeing where your legs would lead So don´t water my lap with those starry eyes That shit won´t fertilize A home Swear I was going to say it, but you spat on it first x4
6.
Ahhhh No 06:10
I´ve acquired the skills that have deemed me to believe To wear everything on my sleeve Hang myself up in my closet to cool down I´m not that fond of myself lately I´m not going to lie, I wouldn´t change anything Just listen to my respiratory system and try to sleep Recycling your face in my mind, my black soot skull You´re as quirky as me and it´s throwing me off my feet But I ain´t losing you to my two left foot head You´re so cute and I want to bring you to my bed We can talk about dreams, or whatever you like As long as you stay, as long as you stay I´ve been told I need to wax my heart Before I make a mold of yours Because mine is possibly rampant, or rubbed away Yours looks so sweet, oh please Gary I think you´re right, I wish you were not My ankles hurt, and I hate myself Build you a castle so quickly Setting my frame on fire can be a little scary, yeah But man I think I´m gonna lose you I just can´t live with me But I have a plan to put you back in my place
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8.
Thoughts skipping through my head and chase for the dead Skirts tickling their legs, asking for it I bid farewell to the man with worth well over his head Feeling like a soul searching for heaven Close the gates to my nose, to my face I'm ok My tongue like a lost lamb Lying to yourself is no lie It's just a truth told twice Drink your self esteem, drink it down Drink until it's all gone I believe it's a sugar high Till the better of me exits my thighs You're the only one who can save me from myself tonight I'll read to you until your eyes see a better light I'll sing to you until you break out of this trance I'm tired of wishing upon the stars They just seem too far This is a comet full of euphoria Heading straight for your worst This could be a casket You know you're already in your hearse I know I'm scared Yeah, I'm scared Of the pot belly pigs coming No No, ahh x4
9.
Week Six 04:40
Broke pocket and bus rides Salty tongue and the sweet food Blurred nights in your friend´s barn Hand of the grave on your sleeve Cripple talk of the forlorn Feel the staple of the scorn Eyes pressed on the burning coals Pining for your holy water to soothe the soul Cynical stare of my mother Steal away my dreams, she´s hungry Seats warmed up in this city Gnawing your legs to never leave Turning your head, sleepy bear in bed Your birthmarks match up with the ceiling, the morning next Fever leaking happiness Crawling up your spine for you to feel I´m sweating the saints of last night My heart´s pumping a much softer melody My sister´s in her bedroom The TV´s whispering for her soul Fingers groping from the grotto Calling requests from the corridor Some stay to feel free Some stay because they don´t know how to leave Turning your head, sleepy bear in bed Your birthmarks match up with the ceiling, the morning next x2 Running home again What do you know, wind under your skin Hearing it again, whispers in your ear From latter years And oh, sweet memories Burning through your throat And I hear people talking about love less, everyday What do you say The thing ain´t got two legs, a tongue to speak for itself We´re all blind as bats And we can´t start a fire without raising hell With a golden egg under your feet There´s no crack to be seen Hold my hand and I´ll whisk you away, whoa Hold my hand and we´re six feet in the burden land, whoa
10.
You're Fired 03:27
11.
Dead Poets 04:01

credits

released January 1, 2016

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J.J. Storniolo: guitars, vocals, etc.
Evan Baker: guitars, vocals, etc.
Emma Nelson: vocals, bass, etc.
Gary Miller: mandolin, etc.
Chip McDonald: banjo, vocals, etc.
Taylor McDonalds: drums/percussion, etc.

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Engineered, produced, mixed, and mastered by Holt Evans II

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