Cerebral Residue

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released January 1, 2012

Chase Howell: Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Mandolin, Drums, Synth, Sampling

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HorseBite Rigby, Idaho

I'm just a one-man-band, based out of Rigby Idaho, trying to spread my music to as many people as possible. All of my music is pay-your-own-price and i would much rather have someone listen to my music for free than to not listen to it at all because they HAVE to pay. But if you do feel like throwing down any donations, they will be greatly appreciated. Enjoy! ... more

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Track Name: The Lyin' Lion
He said he’s a lion
But he’s a lyin’
And I’m tryin to stop cryin
But he’s a lion

He said he’s a lion
I think he’s lyin’
And I’ll try him but I won’t ride him
Cuz he’s a lion

He said he’s a lion
They say he’s lyin’
And I’m tryin’ to stop the fightin’
But he’s a lion
Track Name: The Rat (V2.0)
I know there's a rat and he lives inside of my head
He tells all my secrets to snakes while I'm sleeping in bed
He claws through my brain and he sees what I'm thinking
He feasts on the dead parts to keep them from stinking
He's getting too big for his cage and yet, still
He lives inside of my head

He wiggles around. His tail, it tickles my eyes
And I dug and I dug and I dug and I dug and I tried, but nothing worked!
He claws through my brain and he sees what I'm thinking
He feasts on the dead parts to keep them from stinking
He's getting too big for his cage and yet, still
He lives inside of my head

He lives inside of my head...
He lives inside of my head...
He lives inside of my head....

He teaches me things that make me think I'm insane
He tries to convince me these thoughts are straight from my brain
He claws through my brain and he sees what I'm thinking
He feasts on the dead parts to keep them from stinking
He's getting too big for his cage and yet, still
He lives inside of my head
Track Name: I'm Yours
These nights are getting cold
My body's getting old
But I don't mind
Because I'm yours

These nights are getting cold
My body is getting old
But I don't mind
Because I'm yours
And all the people stare
They wish I'd cut my hair
But I don't mind
Because I'm yours

And I know someday you'll be mine
And so I'm yours

These shows are getting long
I keep forgetting songs
But I don't mind
Because I'm yours
And when I go to sleep
You sing in my dreams
And I don't mind
Because I'm yours

And I know someday you'll be mine
So I'm yours

I'm yours.....I'm yours.....I'm yours.....
And Becasue I'm running out of time, please be mine
Track Name: The Ghost (Part II)
A ghost on the run, or a bag on the breeze?
This night is dark and you're using trees
Why are you running away?
Why are you running away?

Brick walls and stop lights block my path to you
Orange glow from streetlights, artificial moons
Why are you running away?
How can I get you to stay?
Why are you running away?

You're gone. You've left.
I guess I'll go home
the nights dark eyes are dim
I hate to drive alone

I'm arguing both sides of my brain to myself
Am I crazy?
I'm arguing both sides of my brain to myself
I hate to drive alone.
Track Name: Why Can't You Understand Me?
Why can't you understand me?
Why can't you stand me?
Why can't you and me live on the same plane?
Track Name: You Better Run
Her eyes say have a seat boy
Why don't you make yourself comfortable?
It might be a while

Would you like to share an apple?
Do you want to taste the stars?
It might be a while.
(You better run. You better run.)

I've got time on my hands, but the question is where is my watch?
I've got time on my hands, and they're pointing straight up at the clock.

Let's pack it up and raid the basement
There's no one there we can be alone
It might be a while
(You better run. You better run.)

It's getting cold. Can I borrow your body?
I know your scared that it's getting dark
But can you see me smile?
(You better run. You better run.)

I've got time on my hands, but the question is where is my watch?
I've got time on my hands, and they're pointing straight up at the clock.

If you tell the time I tell, you can tell the time for Hell...
If you tell the time I tell, you can tell the time for Hell...
If you tell the time I tell, you can tell the time for Hell...

I've got time on my hands, but the question is where is my watch?
I've got time on my hands, and they're pointing straight up at the clock...
Track Name: How's Your Night?
These games are getting old
I lose my time and I blacken my soul
So I'm not gonna play alone

I was getting sick of the night, so I went inside
You were sitting on the floor, so I said, "Hi."
You just smiled and said, "How's your night?"
I just smiled and said, "It's better now that you're in my life."

You were getting sick of your friends, so we went to the swing
Then a cop showed up and tried to kick us out, so we fled the scene
You just smiled and said, "How's your night?"
I just smiled and said, "It's better now that you're in my life."

You were getting sick of the cold, so we went inside
You were sitting on the floor, so I sat by
You just smiled and said, "How's your night?"
I just smiled and said, "It's better now that you're in my life."
Track Name: The Ghost (Part I)
Who's that? Who laughed?
Who's that? Who laughed?
Who's that? Who laughed?
Who's that? Who laughed?

Pull down the sheet my friend
Hold still your dancing hand
Are you gonna sleep here again?
Because I've gotta go to bed.
Track Name: Garbageland
He's on his way to Garbageland
he digs through the trash and snags the ring on his hand
he knows that he'll burn in this dump. He's seen it all before.
His friends all stiff, lying dead on the floor

And he knows that he's stuck between God and a pill
But he knows that in the name of God he will kill
And he sees that he's dying. He knows he's not well.
But he knows if he dies they'll send his spirit to Hell

And he's dying alone
He's dying alone and he's gone

He's on his way to Garbageland
He sits on the porch with a cigarette in hand
And it burns to his fingers. It scorches his ring.
And he screams out in pain, but there's no sound in his scream

And he knows that he's stuck between God and a pill
But he knows that in the name of God he will kill
And he sees that he's dying. He knows he's not well.
But he knows if he dies they'll send his spirit to Hell

And he's dying alone
He's dying alone and he's gone

He's on his way to Garbageland
He's on his way to Garbageland
He's on his way to Garbageland
He's on his way to Garbageland
Track Name: Dig Your Grave
Dig your grave, so you can go
Back to your home to protect your gold
And you can rot underneath a tree
Just keep yourself the hell away from me

So go home breathe in the dirt
Play with the worms as they crawl up your skirt
And you can rot away from your brain to your feet
Just keep yourself the hell away from me

I hope your coffin's clear full of mites
And I hope they feast on your eyes in the night
But I can only pray for things so wonderful

Dig your grave, so you can go
Back to your home to protect your gold
And you can rot underneath a tree
Just keep yourself the hell away from me