When it Begins & Ends at the Bottle

by Below Danjaxed Brunk

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the two year short album of a road taken after dismay and self destruction and all the booze filled misadventures that followed.

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released August 8, 2016

Nat the Rat: Vocals, banjo, guitar
Lyin' Ryan: Vocals, guitar, banjo
Vile Kyle: Washboard, Vocals
Micheal Recycles: Violinist

Recorded and Produced by: (Nick)Nicholas Hernandez
Big major thanks to: Fran and Mackenna and Julio for pretty much being the reason we even got our trash out into the world. love you all!

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Below Danjaxed Brunk Los Angeles, California

(ALL OF THIS HAS BEEN MUSIC HAS BEEN WRITTEN AND RECORDED COMPLETELY 100%INCOHERENTLY DRUNK
ALSO ONLY RECORDED ONCE AND UPLOAD, SO CAUTION IT'S CHOPPY AND SHITTY, BUT THATS THE POINT)

Tunes in Booze,
Booze in Tunes.
This is for our drunken haze, this is not for you.

Drunx:
Lyin' Ryan
(Guitar/Vocals)
Nat the Rat
(Banjo/Guitar/Vocals)
Vile Kyle
(Washboard/Vocals)
Micheal Recycles
(Violinist)
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Track Name: Would you Like Some Cheese With that Whine?
I stumble around the pavement, then I’m kissing up the ground,
I’m following the voices, yet I do not hear a sound,
I’m running around in circles,
and I don’t know where to go,
yes I’m running around in circles,
and I don’t know what its for,

I’m lost,
and I’m never coming back,
I’m lost,
and I’m never coming back.
I’m lost,
and I’m never coming back,
I’m lost,
and I’m never coming back.

No I’m notx4

disinfect my poisons, with this bottle in my hand,
II know it’s not the best way,but this liqour’s all I have.
I’m feeling kinda flimsy and I'm blacking out this time,
I wake up naked to a stranger and shame is all I find,

You whore,
Is all he ever said,
You whore,
is all she ever said,
you whore,
is you ever said,
you whore,
is all they ever said.

no I’m notx2
Yes I’m more,
Than your whore.

I try to be the good guy, but I’ve never had good luck,
my sister always told me never love a girl they suck,
my boy they’ll always hurt you, you should never give a fuck.
I’ve tried to always be kind, but I never was enough.

just there,
is all I ever was.
just there,
is all I ever was.
just there,
is all I ever was.
just there,
is all I ever was.
Track Name: Folk My Life!
Verse: I am a joke, let's have a toke, lets play some folk, our lungs are filled with smoke.
I am in love, society has shown, we are all here cause of the reality above.
You all have shown, your passion to the bone, no longer alone "yes this pot is home grown" I love folk punk, you all smell like skunk, our lives' a joke, so lets get fucking drunk.
get fucking drunk.

Chorus:
You have taught me what it is to be happy,
I feel ungrateful, its probably too late.
lets hop this train, and forget about the pain, just take a hit I'll take another rip. damn I am bake, so lets sing,
for our shitty lives, sing!

Verse: From bum to city, our set is still shitty, but you look so pretty, so join me in my self pity.
You all tell me to "be what you'll be, we are fucking free, we love the world you see" "I love everything from peasant to king, life to me is bringing equality" we sing.
We are all human, we live for the movement, there's such confusion but its all an illusion.
people don't see that we came from the same old tree, the dead sky we see but the beauty is free!
the beauty is free! and so are we!

Chorus:
You have taught me what it is to be happy,
I feel ungrateful, its probably too late.
lets hop this train, and forget about the pain, just take a hit I'll take another rip. damn I am bake, so lets sing,
for our shitty lives, sing!

this song goes out to those who smell like shit,
but the smell is like home and I love all of your spirits!
Track Name: Nat's Song (From KA)
Tortured soul where'd you go?
will you be back, I don't know.
Tortured soul staying down In Mexico.

Verse:
Well I feel I haven't seen you in a while,
and it's hard to think of the first thing to say,
but I am just hope that you are happy,
and that everything is going to be okay.

cause I know what I'd do if I were you,
I'd take my sweetass time praying that I miss another plane.
And I'm hope that you're not lonely as I'm thinking that you are,
I'll see you soon and we will play shows again.

Chorus:
Tortured soul where'd you go?
will you be back, I don't know.
Tortured soul staying down In Mexico.
tortured soul, I hope you know,
that you're loved you got a home
tortured soul, staying down in Mexico.

Verse:
Yeah I haven't had morgan in a long long time,
and you know we gotta finish our EP.
and lately I've been spending more time in side,
cause you being gone has changed the field of things.
and the girls over at Sunny's miss their sweet lesbian honey,
and the roaches have been scattered for too long.
Well whatever you do, please be doing it for you,
don't ever lose the joy of writing your own songs.

Chorus:
Tortured soul where'd you go?
will you be back, I don't know.
Tortured soul staying down In Mexico.
tortured soul, I hope you know,
that you're loved you got a home
tortured soul, staying down in Mexico.
Track Name: Where Nopales Grow
I woke up in a strange haze,
and I could have sworn the wind called my name.

Deep inside the mountains of Mexico,
where miles and miles and miles of nopales grow,
I found myself caught in a time zone of so long ago,
this was a small town in which everyone knew,
who lived where and what people did and who screwed who.
goddamn everyone knew.
I swear I felt I was inside a painting,
of the 1910 Mexican revolutionary times,
Christ what a beautiful sight.

you can hear the steam of the giant pots their cooking,
and the food it smells delicious and I don’t know what I’m doing,
the nice folks "tell me don’t you worry,
take a seat, no need to hurry.
you may be strange but you ain’t scary,
welcome, now let the cactus juice carry,
carry you home."
so I let it carry me where nopales grow.

about an hour into my arrival,
the people said go on my dear it’s time to go,
the church bells they are ringing it’s part of the cycle.
what a funny place for me to be,
the church was outside intertwined with all the trees,
the wooden benches carved with 'god will set you free.'

and these people they are praying and the folks they are just singing,
“now it’s time to get on walking, for this angel we are given."
and I look into her innocent eyes,
and she just laughs and makes me smile,
and her little hand wraps around mine,
her god parents tell me it’s time,
for that musical tone,
and I heard the music come, from where nopales grow.

Deep within the old weary concrete walls,
dishes upon dishes of the food I saw,
exchanged between the whole town, it seems they're having a ball.
All the cups fill with the fresh strawberry juice,
suddenly became filled with squirt and booze,
and I was seeing stars before I even knew.

and the old ladies are dancing and "wait did we just start on flirting?"
and the old men they are going on about all these crazy stories.
and night sky explodes with fireworks,
and my vision is getting too blurred,
but I am dancing to the Spanish words,
even though my sentences slurred,
in this old towny thrown.
so I fell asleep where nopales grow.

I woke up in a strange haze,
and I could have sworn the wind called my name.
Track Name: Keep Going Even If you Keep Fucking Up the Song
don’t know how to find my way back home,
I keep falling through the cracks and I just don’t know where to go,
traded up my house for shack behind the tracks,
under this small bridge where the train rumbles through the black,
pitched up dark sky, it just roars all the night,
and I can sleep because my room shakes left and up and right.

why is it that the only time I’ve seen God,
is when I’m boozed up doped up with a mouth full of gauze,
stuffed up down my throat, christ I feel I’m ganna choke,
and I think I should stop singing because my stitches broke, oh no.

Cannot figure out, where it all went wrong,
always played the crook, though I knew I wasn’t that strong.
But I gave in too quick to fucking the hot chick,
just to fill my ego, Goddamn I was such a dick.
with my fucked up narcissism, broke their hearts and wouldn’t listen,
to my heart as it’s beating, I’m the one who has been bleeding,

this time, my hearts been bleeding this time.

don’t know how to find my way back home,
I keep falling through the cracks and I just don’t know where to go,
traded up my soul, for some turkish camel packs,
a pound or two of mickeys and some rum inside my flask,
to fill up the void, now my ego I avoid,
the humming of the freight trains sometimes whisper in your voice.
well it’s just noise, it’s just noise to me now.
Track Name: Down to the River (cover)
Lord I can’t feed the baby, mama’s sick and in bed
I’ve got a world full of worry running wild in my head
I spent all my money just to make ends meet
I’m begging Lord won’t you send me relief
There ain’t nobody in this world who’d bet a dime on anybody like me

So I went down to the river of insufferable sins
Lord I tried but the water wouldn’t let me come in
Too many lives have been broken
There’s too much blood on my hands
There ain’t no water in this world could turn me back into an innocent man

So I made up my mind to find that palace of fire
Surely the Lord’s fallen angel understands my desire
He’s been defiled and defeated still he never gives in
I know he’ll help me on my feet once again
Can’t no soul in this whole world but Satan understand the state that I’m in

But I went down to the fires of insufferable sin
Lord I tried but the devil wouldn’t let me come in
Unholy trust has been broken
He don’t know on which side I stand
There ain’t no room among the damned for such a broken and a penitent man

And then my good woman rises from her sickness in bed
Puts her hands on my thighs and plants a kiss on my head
Says if the water won’t have ya, if the devil’s too blind
I know that truly you were meant to be mine
And then she takes me by the hand and shows me how to leave my worries behind

I went down to the river of insufferable sins
Lord I tried but the water wouldn’t let me come in
Too many lives have been broken
There’s too much blood on my hands
Only one soul in this whole world would have me just the goddamned way that I am.
Track Name: Gippy Hypsy
I try to be optimistic
a loving hippie
all I turned out is to be a gypsy
one that will become your friend just to steal your dame
and I swear to god this black heart feels the shame.

I try to plant the seeds,
yes I’m going green,
the organic life is the life for me,
then I realize I don’t know shit about gardening.
I think I need soil tools and other things.

(I think)

Ryan:
{andI know,
you know,
andI know,
you know
and I know you know.
I’m full of shit)

I try to tell truth,
but then I’m being rude,
i don’t give a crap about whats your mood,
I call fat people fat and virgins I call prudes.
I’ll probably lie about who I screwed.

I try to not look back,
I’ll jump on the tracks,
travel off to a place with mice and rats.
but who am I kidding I’m to lazy to do that.
and the traveler skill of letting go I lack.


Ryan:
{andI know,
you know,
and I know you know.
I’m full of shit)

and if you find me all alone,
its a choice made all on my own,
I’m good, but bad fuck I’m straight wrong,
I’ll keep being shit till the greatness is gone.

and officer please I’m trying to be good,
that bottle of rum is not mine,
I swear.
those kids bought it all by themselves,
I wasn’t there.
okay yes that is a photo of me drinking beer while high giving them and drinking beer,
but I mean the boy was begging and the girl was such a dear.
and darling darling please I swear,
I have no idea who she is,
I’ve never seen her in my life,
I swear I only slept with her one or nine times.
all right all right I’m trying to be the best I’ve been,
I’m sorry you get broken by my own guilty sins.
I promise I’ll be better,
fuck I’m lying but um well hum this is nice weather.