Something Simple (Demo)

by Chase McFadden

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This is just some shitty random acoustic punk album I have began recording in my bedroom (I don't play these songs live for anyone besides friends and family, I've yet to start playing shows). Also, any lyrics I use that I did not write myself, I do not claim as mine, all rights for them go to their respectful owners. (Album is not yet finished, only published so friends can enjoy)

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released March 10, 2013

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Chase McFadden South Carolina

Hello everyone! My name is Chase. I grew up in the middle of no where outside of a small town in South Carolina. I enjoy playing music, even though I normally do it with no one listening. If you like my songs or covers, then don't forget to download it! It would mean a lot to me. ... more

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Track Name: I'm Sick
I don't want this
Useless sense of pride
It seems like everywhere I go
I don't exist

I'm sick and tired of
Staring up your ass
You make me feel like,
I owe you something

But i'm sick, but i'm sick
Sick of your shit
But i'm sick, but i'm sick
Sick of your shit

I was asleep
But i'm awake now
What are you
Besides a douche bag

So take off your
Obey hat now
Before you look
Like a total asshole

But i'm sick, but i'm sick
I'm sick of your shit
But i'm sick, but i'm sick
I'm sick of your shit
Track Name: Lahra's Song
I wish I was
Better than who I am
Spilling my guts to you
Through a sheet of paper

You look at me and I
tend' to melt
I can't handle
the amount of pressure

I know now
My apathy tends'
to push people
away

But I won't
Let that happen
Anymore
Today

You were right
I was wrong
You've helped me
All along

You were right
I was wrong
I'm sorry
Just help me now

I wish I was
Better than who I am
Spilling my guts to you
Through a sheet of paper
Track Name: Go Away
I'm not Punk
I'm not even sure
What that even means
anymore

And i'm tired
Of this place
I don't think
I can call it home, anymore

I'm so fucking sick
Of these people
And their greed like
Money means everything

I miss my father
I'm sick of
All these flowers, and the
Headstones, and the graves

I wish it'd all go away
I wish it'd all go away
I wish it'd all go away
I wish it'd all go away

I'm so angry
At this world
Filled with angst and hate
Let's burn it down together

And i'm in love
With the fact
That you hate, all these things
That, I seem to hate

And i'm trying
To work, on my apathy,
So I can be,
OH so happy

I wish it'd all go away
I wish it'd all go away
I wish it'd all go away
I wish it'd all go away
Track Name: Numbness
All this familiarity
It's bleeding through my skin
I didn't ask for this
Jaded feeling
Today is the day
I let the past set

I'm looking for a way
from this numbness
Just tell me that
Self destructive lie
If I contemplate the rope
Will you help me

I can't seem to fine
My perfection
My self esteem's been shot
For years
It may be to late
To save me

I'm looking for a way
from this numbness
Just tell me that
Self destructive lie
If I contemplate the rope
Will you help me

I'm looking for a way
from this numbness
Just tell me that
Self destructive lie
If I contemplate the rope
Will you help me

If I contemplate the rope
Will you help me
If I contemplate the rope
Will you help me
Track Name: If I Could
And I'm thinking
that I finally
Feel alive
I feel alive

But I'm hoping
You never change
Your mind
Change your mind

I think I found
The revolution
In your eyes
It's in your eyes

And I swear to fuck,
I'd build the sun for you,
If I could, If I could
If I could

And these calluses
Don't seem to mean
I can write
That I can write

And these songs
Don't mean
Anything
To you

And I Wish
I could make
Better lines tonight
Better lines tonight

And I swear to fuck,
I'd build the sun for you,
If I could, If I could
If I could

If I could
Track Name: Time Will Tell (Once Again)
Don't waste my time
Because i don't have much,
Of it left
It seems like these days I
Want more,
And more of it
Time will tell once again
Time will tell once again
Time will tell once again
Time will tell once again
Wait with me right here
I think i need you
This is a waste of
all our time
Please hold my hand
while we sit here
I'm not sure
What to say
Time will tell once again
Time will tell once again, just what i'm singing
Tim will tell once again
Track Name: Son of a Gun (Nirvana Cover)
Up, up, up and down, turn, turn, turnaround,
round, round, roundabout and over again.
Gun, gun, son of a gun, you are the only one,
that makes any difference to what I say.

Sun shines in the bedroom, when we play,
the raining always starts, when you go away.
Track Name: My Favorite Chords (Cover)
They're tearing up streets again.
They're building a new hotel.
The Mayor's out killing kids to keep taxes down,
and me and my anger sit folding a paper bird,
letting the curtains turn to beating wings.
Wish I had a socket-set to dismantle this morning.
And just one pair of clean socks.
And a photo of you.
When you get off work tonight,
meet me at the construction site,
and we'll write some notes to tape to the heavy machines,
like "We hope they treat you well. Hope you don't work too hard.
We hope you get to be happy sometimes."
Bring your swiss-army knife, and a bottle of something,
and I'll bring some spraypaint and a new deck of cards.
Hey I found the safest place to keep all our tenderness.
Keep all those bad ideas. Keep all our hope.
It's here in the smallest bones, the feet and the inner-ear.
It's such an enormous thing to walk and to listen.
I'd like to fall asleep to the beat of you breathing
in a room near a truckstop on a highway somewhere.
You are a radio. You are an open door.
I am a faulty string of blue christmas lights.
You swim through frequencies.
You let that stranger in, as I'm blinking off and on and off again.
We've got a lot of time.
Or maybe we don't, but I'd like to think so, so let me pretend.
These are my favourite chords.
I know you like them too.
When I get a new guitar, you could have this one.
And sing me a lullaby.
Sing me the alphabet.
Sing me a story I haven't heard yet.
Track Name: Put Arsenic In the Frosting Next Time (Johhny Hobo Cover)
Another year gone by,
but still I can't say that I learned much
I still chug my caffeine,
and I still hate God.
Another year gone by but still I can't tell why I cry so much.
Do I need love or just a blowjob?

Cuz it seems like life's a party
Where everyone gets drunk and laid
but me

It's a beautiful night, but I can't say that it helps much
Life is still a lengthy suicide pact
And its a beautiful night, and that I wished I didn't give a fuck
I should have hopped that train, then never looked back

Cuz it seems like life's a party, where everyone gets drunk and laid, but me.
It seems like life's a party, where everyone's to fucking smashed to leave
Track Name: My Friend Chris (The Menzingers Cover)
The first sin that once told
Was to my parents at ten years old
I stole somethin' I'll admit it
But not to priests or crucifixes
Me and my best friend Chris
Built our alibis from bricks
And when we were questioned we just read our scripts
"I didn't do it"

The first crime I did commit
Was mischief night with my friend Chris
We packed our bags with toilet paper,
Bars of soap, and egg containers
And we targeted everyone who ever seemed to do us wrong
Oh how the time turns on

And maybe Einstein can express
The formulaic mysteries of time
But I've lost the time
And maybe Kafka was a writer
But I've been living like my name is Samsa

The first time I got my fix
Was with my brother and my friend Chris
Stole my mothers Smirnoff vodka
Mixed it with some cans of Fresca
And we learned how our parents lived
We found that we were good at it
Meet me at the bottom or in between

And maybe Einstein can express
The formulaic mysteries of time
By I've lost the time
And maybe Kafka was a writer
But I've been living like my name is Samsa

See you in hell
I'll see ya when I see ya