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This Garage

by Mikey Chuck Rivers

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This Garage 03:40
I've passed on more than I can handle Got my cellphone on the mantle Dad's asleep on the couch, I crawl outta the house With some cans full It's like 10 in the evening Our odd-workingman's weekend We get drunk on a Monday, make it last through the weekdays Then maybe sleep in We ease into each other Spellbound sisters and brothers Tossin' cards 'round in Kings, bumping into our things Using keg cups for cover Some leave later than some Some stay put but still gone And we pass 'round the starlight With Blue Ribbon and Bud Light As the night putters on I'm not sure what we will hold onto And what we'll leave behind Was it coming any clearer Or were we just wasting time? I'm not sure what we have held onto And what we all have lost But I'll never lose those nights we had Out in the garage We take turns with the speakers Each sharing our keepers I play "Lost Case of Being Found" and "Sunday Morning Coming Down" Tryna reach through the ether But we're covered in bruises Each not sure what our use is 'Til we look 'round the room Catch us burst and then bloom No need for usin', it's useless If you're all empty-handed You'll find the poor fool who's standing He'll reach behind yr chair to the Frigidaire And dispense to the demanding Some spill drinks from their spouts Some move out of this house This night's filled with yearning All bleary eyes burning As our lives putter out I'm not sure what we will hold onto And what we'll leave behind Was it coming any clearer Or were we just wasting time? I'm not sure what we have held onto And what we all have lost But I'll never lose those nights we had Out in the garage No, I'll never lose those nights we had Out in the garage
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Kentucky kids getting high on the highway En route to a winter trip to Tennessee One of them could be me Eleven months back, Ryan's beat-up car Fled Etobicoke in the month of March To head back home and shoot the breeze I spent winter nights with coats on Snug covered in shed blankets Waxing weird and wet with wonder Soaked in smoke and coughing fits Will I still dream about these moments When I'm older like I dream 'bout them today? In that next year we shivered mornings Scared stupid at the Dinner Bell Buffet We handled it okay We were solitary creatures Ironing out our features Desperately desperate to stumble through the day I spent winter nights alone in My own childhood carbed Fearful floating toward my future I was careless with abandon Will I still dream about these moments When I'm older like I dream 'bout them today? As I heave my chest sick spitting Watching thick white flakes of heaven I'm wishing histories to cover all my face Where are their tireless words of wisdom? Ribs and pokes at all oblivions We shrug, be free, lift off that worldly weight I spend winter nights quite lucid The CN Tower's lights behind me I feel their presence in a vision And I hold them all inside me Will I still dream about these moments When I'm older like I dream 'bout them today? Will I still dream about these moments When I'm older like I dream 'bout them today?
3.
You've got to break that bone that shits on everything So I can start my day about a hundred ways Give or take about ten or twenty Sweatin', death-obsessed, hungover, still drunk But I always spin it kinda funny See I step on the side where the sun shines bright Though still in tune with world's wealth of sad But you're a goddamn pig who's covered in filth When you relish in the crap You gotta break that bone that shits on everything See I've met your type, you can be alright A sneer and chuckle here and there But when there's good in the room, you want it covered in doom You want to put it in despair Well, I'm a patient guy, I'll just bide my time And let you let your demons out But there's only so much shit I can watch you spit Before I clock you in the mouth Yeah, you gotta break that bone that shits on everything Well I'm a realist too, when there's speaking to do Sometimes the truth's just gotta be spoken We can't go swimming through life, all sweet pumpkin pie If ain't all don't smell quite like roses But if you ain't hurting yourself, or anything else Well you keep doin' as yourself sees fit But if you're bitching and moaning and pissing and groaning Just break that bone that shits You gotta break that bone that shits on everything It's okay to shit when ya gotta shit But don't shit on things that ain't covered in shit You gotta break that bone that shits on everything
4.
She used to be one of the sunlit ones A demeanour joyed and true 'Til life sucked the colour right out of her Gave her a gloomy hue When she wakes up in the morning All she feels is pain I don't want innocence lost by my hand again I like my women with some naïveté But of some controlling sense More like I can shield the worst parts away from her Be a lean line of defense But when I lose myself I lose her too And that cheered veneer is spent I don't want innocence lost by my hand again Sometimes I catch her face in an afterglance Imagine the way she used to feel All peaches and cream and a baby's dream And I hope to God it's real I couldn't save our souls from extinction But I hope her heart still beats in vain I don't want innocence lost by my hand again Yeah, I don't want innocence lost by my hand again
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I swear I'm done with crying And moping around Loving the things I love just to shut them down And I swear I'm done with aching And looking in the mirror Hating the things I hate hopin' they'd just disappear But it's easier to say Then to ever change a thing I've been shouting into caverns Naively listening Hopin' my truths still ring I swear I'm done with excesses Taking way more than I need Using the things I use just to try and find some peace I swear I'm done with foolin' And wasting all my time Getting distracted by distractions, letting good things pass me by But it's easier to say Then to ever change a thing I've been shouting into caverns Naively listening Hopin' my truths still ring I swear I'm done hurting you And turning down your help And blaming you for things when I should just blame myself Yeah, I should just blame myself But it's easier to say Then to ever change a thing I've been shouting into caverns Naively listening Hopin' my truths still ring

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Eternal Bummer Records is proud to present its twelfth release This Garage, the fifth EP from Mikey Chuck Rivers, for free download.

The drinkin’ man’s thinkin’ man Mikey Chuck Rivers has spent many a night foraging for unfathomable answers ’round the table in his neighbour’s garage in Clinton, Ontario, toasting and boasting over beers and bad shots, cursing the cold, and every once in a while coming close to some core kernel of truth. While spending a summer in Halifax, Mikey penned a homesick ode to the old Townsend Street abode, recalling no such particulars of those booze-goggled evenings, but simply working with the feeling of it all.

That track serves as kick-off and cornerstone to the This Garage EP, a five-song collection featuring the titular single and four tracks written since. “Winter Nights” speaks to the same souls, lost amidst the world at large outside of the Cameron family carhole. “Break That Bone That Shits on Everything” is a warning shot to the doomsayers and shit-takers who make the world miserable. “Innocence Lost By My Hand” regards life’s chipping of the chaste amidst good intentions. Set closer “I Swear I’m Done” finds the renegade Rivers accepting responsibility for his wayward ways, only to concede they can always crawl right back if ya ain’t too careful. On This Garage, Mikey Chuck Rivers invites you into his cozy cosmic field, a sort of universal emotional garage; where starlight sparkles over crushed cans and broken bottles, where you feel your friends near even when they aren’t, where you can’t quite remember how the night began or ended, but you’re darn happy it happened at all.

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released May 1, 2013

All songs written and performed by yr pal Mikey Chuck Rivers.
'Cept violin on "Winter Nights" by Jacob Bryce.
Album design and layout by Richard Da Mota

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Drinkin' man's thinkin' man. Beery and beardy songwriter from Clinton, Ontario.

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