American

by Big Bad Buffalo

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Big Bad Buffalo's debut album

Recorded and Mixed at SDRL By Brad Lee
Mastered at Singing Serpent Studios By Rafter Santos-Roberts

Thank you everybody.

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released April 1, 2014

Silvio Damone: Bass, Vocals
Jordan Krimston: Guitar, Vocals, Organ, Cat Piano
Alex Staninger: Drums, Vocals, Percussion
Brad Lee: Trumpet
Jordan Cantor: Backup Vocals
Hannah Goodrich: Backup Vocals



FACEBOOK: www.facebook.com/iwasamanonce

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Track Name: Crops
Set fire
To all of my crops
I don't have any water to exhaust

I will arrive
I'll make sure my flights are on time
I've gotta get off somewhere

Home has someone in mind
Track Name: Screaming About Hawaii
Well I had no friends in my head, dead end friends of mine
Not cut or fucked or full of lead
They were breathing; they were dying

I took away their cosmology- made no point in their anatomy except fake, crude apologies.
They were eager: It was me
I wasn't cut or fucked or full of lead- I was breathing, I was dying
I had no friends in my head, dead end friends of mine

Make me something clean

Wake me up to something starless: darkness

Everybody's got to roam
Everybody goes down the same old road
Track Name: Oscillations
10 days for me, 10 days for you. It's not time to make up it's time to make due/ It's not time to make up, it's time to make due. 10 smokes for the devil, 10 pillars for you. It's not time to make up it's time to make due for me. Equal hand is wrong, clock the dial and set alarms. The kid's gone mad. To me it could mean a man who knows his grip could be ready detached. A man who knows his grip could be ready, detached. When they came they said the 3rd rock from the sun is a nice one. To me it could mean a man who knows his grip could be ready detached. A man who knows his grip could be ready, detached. Doo doo doo doo doo do do do dooooo do do do do do do doooooo do do do do do d od od od od dod ododododododododdo


FOR ME
FOR ME
FOR ME
FOR ME
Track Name: Whale Sharks
My love is a great big lake
not an err or a mistake
not a burden to unwind
not a lake in which I can drown across knowing you

I'm down the road and it's getting hard to make believe in whales and sharks and I would hate me too if I were you.

I've seen better days separating clay.
Can you see me on your MTV? MTV!
Empty V-Neck Deep. I'm neck deep.

wut

I'm down the road and it's getting hard to make believe in whales and sharks and I would hate me too if I were you.
Track Name: Tricky With The Digits
Godless blondes are paying their house rent disobeying
their landlords, judging overlords, can't sing

Sign the lease!
Pay the fees!
Dot your eyes!
CROSS YOUR

Godless blondes are praying to their lipstick and they're spraying tan lines on their white thighs that their gods could not prevent

Oh palascent!
I know you.
You've been well.
You've been far away!

Break and shake my bones like a loch-ness lion with no real home! Earthquakes and fakes, could get you into bars or behind them.

Is my face flushed?
Are my eyes wide?

You're a man with a stomach like a bottle full of wine, oh you whine.
You're a girl with wrists that could kill open up. Open up wide.

Oh you whine.

open up wide
Track Name: Soccer, Mama
Hold back the bleachers/curtains if you're too old for that
well me I'll never no, I'm no good with a bat

at all at all

Your routine means nothing to me
Finding a home means nothing to me

So what? Muddy run! I hope ya had yer fun.
Track Name: Lord Mountain
Run fast, reflect the moon.
Let small beauty queens swoon.
Cut notions into braille!
Eliminate a net and enter mail.

Mother marionette- stale faces clear my debt

I, was not that body
I, was only these bones
Your judgement now is just my temporary home

Believe me, ask for sympathy
believe me

A pre-madonna, Americana spoke to me and said "I'm wrong not right I'm left to find out"

A primadonna Americana
I'm free as I wanna be, Wannabe

Waste me, again again!
You'll never find another one.

I'm wrong not right I'm left to find out.
Throw me to the devil
Track Name: Wet Wings
The canvas is just enough to break my fall- too bad this, it's all my fault

I step back and my vision is gone and I only see black and I never knew my name but in time never knew pleasure or pain and I tripped and fell face front.
I tripped, fell face front.
Now I'm hyper-renovating and my vision is kinda blunt yeah

I'm lost and all that's left is a head full of mirrors
Sifting through the keys, trying to deface my brain and I gotta see it clearer
But isn't it a shame that my eyes are black and I'm all I've got to blame and
I'm lost, nowhere near my blunt frame of vision yeah

The canvas, is just enough

Calm the sea, I'm your man
and I know that I'm not your first plan

Do what you want to me
Track Name: You Go Girl
Space time compression.
The little droid knew depression.
Selling you, all of my confessions will only lead to rejection.

That comment meant you've surfaced
come up for air, have you heard us?

I made a pact, to understand, over where I'm standing
In this court, I'm making trends
Bathing in my body's ceiling
Track Name: Sharon is Karen
You say you don't have morals and that's okay with me but your constant revelations are digging way too deep. Every time I spit up my pride, I anchor down inside.

Hold another, wait for me.
Hold another, make me.

Flex your reputation. Let it be heard.
Are my constant revelations getting way too blurred?
Every time I spit up my pride, I anchor down inside.

Hold another, wait for me.
Hold another, make me.
Hold another, wait for me.
Hold another, wait for me-

I made myself believe I was holy E-between the dead and the proud, living and the loud, the chemical decay, the reason not to pray.

Ah.

My back broke after the alien, it, fell down.
I've been shape shifted by a blue reptilian!

I cut you in two, sign bigger cues!

I cut you in two and sign bigger cues.
Track Name: Sheep
When the city sleeps and you're counting sheep
I'll be talking to venus

Slave states and empty ketchup offerings
Blind dates with an empty catch-up, awful feeling
Birth rates birth empty hatchets buried and stealing

Holy moments! & the Tiger spoke to me
said "the T-Shirt cannon launches misery"

It's launching misery!

When the city wakes
and your sweet tooth aches
you understand regret
what a waste

Will you face me again?

When the city sleeps and you can't dream
You toss and turn
You whistle and learn a brand new tune to provide for your unambiguous thoughts to transcend isolation

Holy moments and the tiger spoke to me "I'll do fine in hell"

Who's that I know knocking my door down to the ground

Burn cash (I've gotta hold back)
Lose tracks (I've gotta hold back)
Burn Cash (I've gotta hold back)
Loose Tracks (I've gotta hold back)

Who's that I know? Who's that? I know. Knocking my door, knocking my door down the ground.

An old friend of mine who exchanged his old time for mine.