Basements EP

by The Grool Brothers

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The Grool Brother's first Studio Release

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released January 26, 2018

Engineered and Mixed By Rick Johnson at Cold War Studios
Mastering By Joel Hatstat

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The Grool Brothers Griffith, Indiana

Indiana/Chicago Pop Punk

-Stephen Carniello
-Mynor Gonzalez
-Josiah Greatens
-Andrew Shantz

Contact at TheGroolBrothers.Gmail.com

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Track Name: Keeping Count
Where is my head?
I can't seem to find my footing, or make sense
of floorboards creaking over basement songs and footsteps
keeping count of the years that we all feel we've missed out
And the weight of age we all feel being pushed down

"Do your rivals even know your name?"
A better question is

When you grow
Do you remember where it was you came from?

Where are my friends?
I can't seem to overcome the distance.
But the numbers on the street signs tell us something different.

It's all inside the bars and jukeboxes.
And I'm a page of excuses.

And I know you're always asking me
a better question

When you grow
Do you remember where it was you came from?
Track Name: Memorial Day Weekend
I can count my blessings on one hand
The one that's not tied down by yours
I'll leave my countless curses at the door

And I wonder if you keep count of how many of us have walked out
You don't notice anymore

You say we're lucky to be living
Yeah you say it all the time
But are we really living?
Or are we merely just alive?

I know I've been holding my breath
I keep myself from breathing
Yeah our smoke filled lungs will always look for meaning

I've been spinning webs with my best friends
And I've been tearing them down on the weekends
It's temporary displacement
My place is in this basement
I don't care
"But you've killed our good time"
I don't fucking care

Yeah we hold our breath
We keep ourselves from breathing
We should hold our tongues
Or we'll both be leaving


I've been spinning webs with my best friends
And I've been tearing them down on the weekends
It's temporary displacement
My place is in this basement
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
Track Name: Sharp Horns
I've got a stack of pictures of my face
I'd say they're better than reflections
My eyes stay on the same side
You can't seem to see the mistakes that I've made

Between mile-markers, mirrors, and familiar lips
To the poison I can't shake from my fingertips
I'll leave my history behind me
But am I doomed to repeat it?

Those thoughts they keep coming back again
They say "I want to, I want to, I want to know" and
Those thoughts they keep coming back again
They say "I want to, I want to, I want to know, but I can't"

Left my initials in the pavement
I carved my name into wood docks and bridges
I let myself drown at Ocbow
and I left marks and scars on everyone that I know

Those thoughts they keep coming back again
They say "I want to, I want to, I want to know" and
Those thoughts they keep coming back again
They say "I want to, I want to, I want to..."

But I keep reminding myself of the long drives and speakers
the time spent in my head confirming all my fears
the late nights spent drinking
the textbooks
the secrets
the laughing
the crying
the time I was buying
the songs that I've written
the things I've been given
these loose ends
and new friends
beginning again
talking about it
and starting a new life
and wishing and hoping that things will be alright
Track Name: Dwell
There's always something wrong
Or else I'll find something
I'll live inside of my misery
and then there's you, always the company

Bury me in my bedsheets
I've been digging this hole for weeks
and it's about time that I drag you down with me

There's always something wrong
There's always something wrong with me
Track Name: White Light
Nothing grows here anymore
and when you kept on trying all I saw was dirt and sand and stone
But I'll keep my faith inside the pavement
I'll be a growing weed, between the concrete

We put our lives in backseats
Yeah we're a collection of broken things
We've painted over rust
and patched over the broken parts within me

I am pieces picked up
I am made up of dirt and dust
You illuminate me

Because you are white light bending
so when you're pulled apart you are made up of everything
I am silver on a page
parts of me will wear away

You are the colors on the wall
you are everything to me
Track Name: The Rats' Nest
From the Railyard to the train tracks
I've bit my tongue and you've torn me to shreds
What we call reciprocation has just gone in one direction for your friends

It's what I tell myself
"I think I've found my place"
But you'd say I'm wrong

You won't say it to my face
But you would tell a crowd of people that
"They don't belong"

You're Rats on the weekend
You need a place to hide in the meantime
Yeah we're friends when it suits you
Until then you need another place to hide

I think you're lost in the irony
You won't talk this shit in front of me but still
You're in my basement
And I don't think that I see a place for me

You're Rats on the weekend
You need a place to hide in the meantime
Yeah we're friends when it suits you
Until then you need another place to hide

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