Songs From the Spider Den, Volume One

by Britt AM

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released May 9, 2015

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Track Name: Arachnabuse
I can't just sit on my floor anymore,
Because I know, I'm not alone.
I guess there's a strange comfort in that.

But get off my back you,
I didn't ask you to be on it.
If I were me, I wouldn't kill you,
But I'm not feeling right tonight.

So I, I grab a shoe, that's the end of you.
I'm sorry...I'm sorry!

You're best off to stay out of my way.
It's not like I didn't warn you,
But I feel so bad after you're gone.

I'm sorry...I'm sorry!

© Britt Meierhofer 2015.
Track Name: Tailspin
I could try to know them, but they're not you.
I could try to love them, but they're not you.
I let one get close once, but he's not you.
Such a terrible tailspin for the mind.

You've got your lineup, I've got mine.
Best let them in one at a time.

© Britt Meierhofer 2015.
Track Name: Community
We cut out all the news from our own points of view.
It's so much easier to see, it's so much easier to see.
How others have it wrong, let them sing their song.
It doesn't mean you have to hear it, it doesn't mean you have to hear it.

There's something comforting about the songs they sing,
Even though they didn't mean it.
You can scream anything from behind a screen,
But you never have to own it, no, you never have to own it.

We are all just the living dead.
We reach for brains from inside our beds.
Searching for slipping humanity.
Amid the billion screaming voices.

I wanna go back to when everything was new,
And we'd talk face to face about it.
Now I may have it wrong, but let me sing my song.
It doesn't mean you have to hear it, it doesn't mean you have to hear it.

© Britt Meierhofer 2015.
Track Name: Stupid Things
I was staring at my cup of coffee,
Contemplating all the stupid things I've done.
I heard the voices of the people talking,
Some were laughing, others mumbled in low tones.

Someone help me find a way to disappear.
No one would notice, especially not here.

There's a loneliness that comes with outings,
A hundred people walk right by, and disappear.

Someone help me find a way to be at home,
Without responsibility of being alone.
Someone help me find a way to disappear,
No one would notice, especially not here.

Guess I'll stare at my cooling coffee,
Contemplating all the stupid things I've done.
Then I'll join all the people walking,
Gonna wander the streets, just like a ghost.

© Britt Meierhofer 2015.
Track Name: Last Rites
The rite of my soul, the rite of my soul,
The rite of my soul, the rite of my soul...

This thing keeps happening, where I'd rather die than live.
Guess it's just 'cause I don't have anything left to give.

© Britt Meierhofer 2015.
Track Name: Thoughts From A Plane
The all-surrounding light of the inside of a cloud,
Lit by the sun.
With a mint-coloured wing to split up the fog.
Reminds me of Northern Wales with you.

It's something 'bout the blues.

Hills etched with circuitry of human growth.
Create modern Nazca lines, to be seen by future eyes.

The ones that take our place when all this falls away.

The only gold I see in those hills, is the colour of the leaves.
Be still.
Wish they could see it too.

© Britt Meierhofer 2015.
Track Name: Miles
What is this?
What kind of hell have I surrounded myself with?
Every little thing that I do, screams help me.

Carve the lines, I'm getting by but,
It's on borrowed time.
Fifteen dollars an hour to burn me, fifteen dollars an hour,
To burn me down.

Blood runs hot, flares are flying but all I see is,
Big smiles, dead eyes, big smiles!
Big smiles, dead eyes, big smiles!

Day is done.
Gonna keep driving West, 'til the sun sets.
Gonna keep driving West.

I've got miles and miles and miles and miles to go.

© Britt Meierhofer 2015.