Homesick

by Thick Red Wine

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released 11 November 2014

guitar/vocals/words: mike wojciechowski.
guitar: dan warner.
bass: bob burdalski.
drums: nick manta.

recorded by matt schimelfenig at his house in philly.
mastered at mr. toad's studios in SF.

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Track Name: Marathon
so i read a postcard from a girl i used to know
she asked some questions about my life
never wrote her back, didn’t know what to tell her
i know i can’t sell her my lies

i can craft my story, tell her everything is fine
tell her i’ve been smoking light
i know she won’t believe me anyway
she just wants me to say i’m alright

i’ll tell her life is a marathon
and i’ve been counting my steps
i know life is a marathon
don’t know how much we have left

sing my songs of longing—desperate pleas for love
they are really not that desperate
i haven’t made much money but i’ve made many friends
they will be there when i’m losing steam

doesn’t really matter how many records i sell
doesn’t matter cause i won’t let it
why would i want to be some one hit wonder?
i’m happy being underground

cause i know life is a marathon
and i’m not running for time
i know life is a marathon
and i’m not falling behind

who needs a sense of purpose, we all just need some trust
to find the path that is least chosen
it took me long enough to get my shit together
i’m better at owning my fate

maybe i’m just wired to write these survival songs
for all the ones who really need them
i can make a difference one person at a time
i got bigger things in mind but they can wait

cause i know life is a marathon
i’m gonna lunge at the finish
yeah i know life is a marathon
fuck man i’m in it to win it
Track Name: We Fight
there’s a wild fire burning up inside of me
all the men who i have tried to be
i still can’t make up my mind
got a real job, making decent money
i try not to feel so funny
when i drink myself dumb

but don’t be numb
don’t become numb
don’t be numb

live like crazed men, always on the verge of laughter
sadly most things i chase after
leave me broken and alone
counting bruises, i don’t know where they came from
why should i become the sane one
in this world that has gone mad

but don’t be sad
don’t become sad
don’t be sad

find a dead bird, in the brush behind i-95
fears of petty men keep hate alive
bullets sprayed against the sky
wake from nightmares i’ll never quite remember
walking barefoot on the embers of
our fragile scrawled out creeds

let me bleed
let us all bleed
let me bleed

pick my poisons, they’re gonna get me somehow
no well it might not be right now
but our numbers all come up
i’m deflating–always sinking at the middle
solve the riddle of suburbia
well i think i’d rather die

so i will fight
we will fight
we will fight
we will fight
Track Name: Whiskey, Green Tea
it's the tuesday before i leave to go home
i’m drinking whiskey, arizona green tea
when you're stumbling toward a small dark revelation
i hope that you think for a moment of me
cause i’m not washed up, i’m not washed out, i’m not dubstep
i’m not hipster, i’m not listening, i’m not stoned
i’m not burroughs, i’m not whitman, i’m not nietzsche
but i’ve been picking off the fat from their bones

i’m not searchin for nobody to save me
i’m not singing for nobody but me

i’m not dylan, i’m not lennon, i’m not jagger
i’m just a skinny little bearded tired punk
i’m not broken, i’m not jonesin, i’m not fixin
to waste my time with all this music junk
cause i’m a writer, i’m a poet, i’m a lover
i’m a piss poor bad excuse for a man
i’ve been poisoned by a dream i can't wake from
where my words drip like blood in your hands

i’m not searchin for nobody to save me
i’m not singin for nobody but me

and i don't believe in love the way you do
i don't believe in love the way you do
i don't believe in love the way you do

but i’m not scared to lay bare
my heart, my heart, my heart

i’m not searchin for nobody to save me
i’m not singin for nobody but me
Track Name: Drifting Away
i’ve been talking to the spirits
living inside my head
they’ve been drunk since this morning
smoke another cigarette
i don’t care about my health
you know we’re all gonna die
used to have that on a poster
it helped me sleep at night
i don’t care about the safe route
it’s made of mistakes, mistrust
i know sometimes a little comfort
might just be a bit too much

i’m driftin further away
driftin further away

i’ve been swigging from the bottle
i’ve been coughing up my lungs
i’ve been bitter about too many things
ain’t been having that much fun
i’ve been dreamin bout new jersey
man ain’t nothing new
ghosts howling in my headphones
blaring blink 182
and i don’t know about my mother
lately she seems sad
wondering how the hell she raised
a child this fucking mad

i’m driftin further away
driftin further away

i’ve been late on my rent
just a couple times
i’ve been late on my calling
it took me too long to realize
when it was time for me to leave here
to get my head on straight
take a little time away from things
try to restore a little faith
in the dreams that first brought me here
broke, lost, alone
that playing songs is all i want to do
tell the boys i’m coming home

i’m driftin further away
driftin further away