sideways from Sideways Living by Willard Cody

I've got a cold weather headache
my mind is a blank
I've got nothing to say
and that's a matter of fact

there's something hiding
under the bed
there is no escape
when it's in your head

and I woke up this morning
with a sideways brain
every move is checkmate
every song is the same

I work in the morning
early in the morning
it's back breaking work
for a handful of nothing

let me fold up the flag
put away the charts
I've been running on steam
I've been coming in last

there's something hiding
under the bed
there is no escape
when it's in your head

so come stab me in the side
trade me to the night
I don't need me on my side
time to draw the line
burn the fields and feed the ashes
to the skeletons and stones
there is no way home
you're stuck here in the middle
with your cards on the table
sideways into the sun
sideways into the sun
tumbling like dice
thrown against the odds of love
thrown against the odds of live

• Alternative
• acoustic
• bedroom recordings
• fuzz
• homemade
• lo-fi