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Misery
03:17
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Hate yourself if you really want to
But you create your own misery
I know that life ain’t easy
After all the blood you’ve seen
I almost always strive for kind words
Yet it almost always turns into a fight
I don’t know why we’re so different
But I’ve been thinkin’ bout it almost every night
I am standing here trying so hard
As my heart falls out my sleeve
The thing that hurts the fucking most
Is your unwillingness to stand for me
I wish that I could give you meaning
But I know it’s just not my place
I just wish you could see what I see
When I look into your face
Well I don’t care what they may say
‘cause it ain’t nobody’s business but my own
My thoughts are only of you, dear
When I’m in my bedroom alone
Don’t know what it is about you
Don’t know what it is about me
But I will stand by you my love
Cause I know misery loves company
Cause I ain’t no stranger to misery
Yeah I know misery loves company
Hell, I ain’t no stranger to misery
I know misery loves company
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2. |
Got A Man
03:36
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Well I have got a man
He treats me just fine
He treats me just the way I like
Well I have got a man
He stays up nights
Calls me early every morning
I have got a man
He installs lights
I call it art he calls it hoarding
He don’t buy me roses
He don’t buy me pearls
Can’t buy me the moon
Can’t give me the world
But I am a girl of simple tastes
I am a girl who lives for the chase
What would I do if I were not insecure?
Would I keep coming back to you?
What would I do if I were not insecure?
Would I keep runnin’ back to you?
I have got a man who’s made for me
We both suffer from the same disease
I have got a man who’s made for me
We both suffer from the same disease
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Gravel Again
03:18
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You put death on a pedestal without asking his name
Can’t understand what you’ve lost versus that which you’ve gained
The grass isn’t greener on the other side of everything
It’ll never been enough to satisfy the craving
For emotional stability or some kind of anything
Respect is an ancient myth shrouded in the need for glorification
While your soul silently starves for remediation
While government eyes supervise suffocation
Lost in a sea of instant gratification
They’ll never treat you the way you wish you deserve
They trample your heartstrings, spit upon your false sense of self-worth
The trap of the modern man, rigged up in perpetual motion
Whilst dying to plunder vast realms of destruction
Falling for someone you don’t even like
Falling for someone you can’t fucking stand
Falling for someone you don’t even like
Falling face down on the gravel again
I pull my hair out as I beg god for answers
But the nothingness of sky sprays only wind in return
Everybody’s different but we’re all quite the same
Just putting different definitions on perceptions of sane
He’ll make you laugh, he’ll make you cry
He’ll let you live and he’ll let you die
He’ll make you laugh, oh he’ll make you cry
You’ll rot from within the harder you try
You’ll rot from within the harder you try
Falling for someone you don’t even like
Falling for someone you can’t fucking stand
Falling in a world you don’t even like
Stuck in a world you can’t comprehend
Falling face down on the gravel again
Blinded by mystery, veiled beyond hate
Robbing you of the power to commiserate
As your self-indulgence flies of the handle
The simplicity of being is long-since remembered
By totems and icons you give total control
Of your being, your ever-lasting, your self-righteous soul
You sold it for pennies to barely scrape by
In a white-washed existence where conscience begs why
Why exist at all when the thought process comes back to you
I think therefore I am so why think at all
It’s all a cliché, every rhyme that you spit
Every moment you are and every minute that is
Every dollar you make, every casket you haul
If thinking’s existing, than why think at all?
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4. |
Right Above It
04:38
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It’s not the end of the world
It’s just a sign of the times
The machine that makes the vehicle
That drives all the bad things in my mind
I drink to kill the pain
I drink to live again
I drink to fuel the rage that leads to shame
And turns to pain again
I’ve broke my share of hearts
Been thinking ‘bout regret,
But I ain’t found a use
For feeling guilty yet
Good times they come, they go
And then there’s times alone
I just press rewind play it on slo-mo
And I let those tears go
I ain’t the only one
I know I’m not alone
To have been to hell and back
And come out of the flames with scars to show
We all have a past
But the future’s ours
It’s up to us to break those windows
Kill those cops, tear down those prison walls
Oh, I’m tired of this shit, been thinking bout myself
Been drinking by myself while you’re off with somebody else
Oh, I’m tired of this shit, been in a living hell
Climbing out of that coffin made of lies I told myself
You know I stay up late
Play Pokemon all night
With my dog Charlee Murphy
And my 40 of St. Ides
I find it hard to believe
The way I fly at night
That anything’s above me
Bitch, I get so fucking high
When my eyes are closed
My right hand’s on my machete
And when I’m wide awake
It’s on my Chevy’s standard tranny
They’re ballin’ on blu-rays
I’m reppin’ VHS
At least I can still watch Jedi
Before they remastered it
I can play banjo, I can play guitar
I play ukulele and I play the saw
On the keyboard, I’m your fearless leader
If I’m frontin’, call me Cassiopeia
You can call me the American Yolandi
But my ancestors are out in the Middle East
Where I come from, they’re speaking Spanish
Watch yourself or you just might vanish
Oh, I’m tired of this shit, been thinking ‘bout myself
Been drinking by myself while you’re off with somebody else
Oh, I’m tired of this shit, been in a living hell
Climbing out of that coffin made of lies I told myself
¿Quiero amor o quiero muerto?
Fuck it I just want somebody to hold
Dame tu corazon o dame la sol
Let’s play ten thousand cause I’m on a roll
Tomorrow’s top-charters are last year’s hits
Recycled bullshit, like, ‘now I’m on the remix’
Y’all motherfuckers can’t get with this
I’m an OG nerd, like Carlton on Fresh Prince
The government and news just spew lies
Hide it under our eyes in disguise and advertise
The politicians and the cops are crooks
I’ll say it deadpan like I’m fuckin’ Mel Brooks
They’ll tap your phones and ban your script
Turning economic agriculture into politics
Our culture’s run by capitalists
They sell you death and you buy it
Not just another girl, no I’m the main event
Center-stage in this circus like it’s fucking intense
If you want a dream girl, go back to sleep
Cause I steal hearts and play for keeps
Oh, I’m tired of this shit, been thinking ‘bout myself
Been drinking by myself while you’re off with somebody else
Oh, I’m tired of this shit, been in a living hell
Climbing out of that coffin made of lies I told myself
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These Old Shoes
01:57
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Low Down
05:39
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I’m so down with being low down
I don’t give a fuck about you or this town
I’m so down with being low down
Ain’t got a clue where I’ll go now
I’m so down with being low down
Take a shot of whiskey and I fall to the ground
I’m so down with being low down
Takes a few more to just to bring me around
I’m so down with being low down
Feeling all alone, another face in the crowd
I’m so down with being low down
Wanna walk away, but I’m too damn proud
I’m so down with being low down
From the heart of Texas to the Puget Sound
I’m so down with being low down
Take it to the river ‘cause I might as well drown
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7. |
Your Ghost
03:05
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Colorado’s been callin’ my name
Drowned out by thunder on Wichita plains
Montana’s hot, Idaho’s insane
Washington’s gone up in flames
Well I love Texas and Tennessee,
Love Louisiana and Santa Fe
I love you and you love me
But that don’t mean we’re meant to be
From Utah mesas to Georgia hills
From New Mexico breweries to Alabama stills
Through heatwaves and winter chills
I chase the wind, I follow the thrills
I’d follow you anywhere you go
Through rain, sleet, ice and snow
Through the woods, across the desert
If I thought it would make things better
I ain’t got no place called home
I’ve been doing it on my own
Water’s my blood, the road’s my bones
This old heart was meant to roam
From the east to the west
The Devil’s the one that I like best
From the west to the east
He’s the only man for me
From coast to coast and state to state
I’ll meet you down at hell’s gate
From state to state and cast to coast
I will drink away your ghost
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NIGHT
02:40
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We’ve been entrapped for thousands of years
By authority’s hands and religion’s fears
Out in the night, the martyrs they cry
Destroying our land, usurping our lives
Feeling like my head’s ‘bout to explode
Darkness follows everywhere I go
I try to live a day-to-day life
But everywhere I go it’s always night
I can hear the screaming ringing in my ears
I see my reflection in the dark stain of their tears
I can feel the madness boiling in my blood
They tell me that I’m free, but I say it’s not enough
Here come the troops, marching through the mud
Going out in the night to crucify a slut
Here’s your tax dollars hard at work
With your hands in the air and your face in the dirt
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9. |
Black Mold
01:44
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Black spiders, black mold
Bath house and black holes
Alley ways and ocean views
Oh, what these fine feet can do
The biggest stars burn so bright
Illuminate the country sky
I just miss my best friend
Wish his lovers heart could mend
Been afraid of who I am
Walkin’ these dirt roads again
Finally feeling that I’m free
When you’re walking next to me
Touch my hand like you do
Make a poor girl fall for you
Thinkin’ you might think like me
I’ve been afraid of my grief
The whole wide world won’t be the same
Since the day they learned your name
In everything I say and do
I am better, thanks to you
They might say “gone too soon,”
But you are here in heart and moon
Might have gone and kicked the rock
But I’m still going, I’m nonstop
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10. |
Bad News
03:01
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They can say what they like, but they don’t know
That boy’s got piranhas eatin’ up his soul
Tell my momma I’m finally coming home
Momma, I’m comin’ home
Well I think I’ve been good
But I know I’ve been bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
I’m trying to be good to you
But I’m just bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad news
It’s been 25 years of winding roads
The river came and took their bodies whole
Feel the wind whip against your skin
Feel the weight of the grave that you’re buried in
I watch the blood drain from your face at night
I see the devil come at me like a blinding light
Ain’t no thing but a g thang, baby
Ass like that done drove me crazy
I’ve been seeing lots of ghosts everywhere I go
They’ve been following me from coast to coast
If I can’t shake them, well I might as well pull them close
If I can’t lose them, well I might as well go back home
I’ve been spending all these years on the down and out
I’ve been hearing your words comin’ out my mouth
I’ve been cutting back on getting drunk and picking fights
I’ve been lying wide awake all through the night
I was raised to be a scumbag and that’s all I am
I was raised on vodka, meth and heroin
My mind is evil and my heart, my heart’s gone black
But that was years ago and I will never get her back
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11. |
If You Have Ghosts
04:34
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12. |
Kick Rocks
06:56
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I always cut my hair on New Year’s Eve
And I’m leaving epic stains in every bathroom sink
I don’t care if I ever come back
But one thing’s for certain, I don’t give a damn
I’m sick and tired of every day
Waking up empty, drink to feel ok
Feeling like I’m letting everyone down
But I’m just kicking rocks on the east side of town
You say that you love me, but how do you know
When you find a new love everywhere you go
I’m so done with dead-end roads
I’m just busy playing empty shows
I meet another one in every state
It might be love or it might be hate (it might be luck or it might be fate)
But I don’t even really want them (him) around
I’m just kicking rocks on the east side of town
Sometimes I think that I should read the news
But it’s always just more murder, just more rape and abuse
I think it’s time we tore down the walls
Not justice for some but freedom for all
I wish it was in the streets and not just in my head
But it’s hard enough just to get out of bed
All my friends are six feet in the ground
But I’m just kicking rocks on the east side of town
I write songs for lots of folks
But most of them don’t get my jokes
I always thought I was meant to be alone
I never thought I would come back home
I got a feeling that this might be it
By the way you make my gut twist
I don’t care how stupid that sounds
I’m just kicking rocks on the south side of town
I’m kicking rocks on the south side now
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Mugsy Fay Colorado
Hillbilly Murder Queen
A singer/songwriter like none other, Mugsy Fay combines punk rock roots with hip hop, folk and country inspirations to create raw original songs about life, love and the devil.
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