Hey Sorry I'm a Mess

by Cigarettes and Milk

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bungiecordbro I'm just astounded every time I listen to Shivers. It's so beautiful. Favorite track: Shivers.
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foxglovepoison Like circa 2011 Shakey Graves and cinnamon whiskey. Favorite track: For What It's Worth.
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idiosynthesis Fuck you, Waldo.
I love you.
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I have been losing my mind lately.
Also, with the exception of one song, it was all recorded on a cellphone. Shoulda Been Fine was recorded at Eugene Weekly you can find the Original video at the following URL:
youtu.be/4QJcXxWGn_M

Donations are super appreciated, please help me earn enough money to do this for the rest of my life.

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released March 25, 2018

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Cigarettes and Milk Portland, Oregon

Everyone says my moniker is gross. Cigarettes and Milk is the factual and fictitious project of Waldo Przekop. Which is me. Stories of a kid who hates the system of oppression put in place by a capitalist society. Songs of my deepest internal grief and anxiety. I am emotional, almost none of my music is happy. I am a lo-fidelity musician and I am folk out of the gutter. A blueberry farmer too. ... more

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Track Name: For What It's Worth
Muddy coals and it's just turned July
The air smells of firebombs and whiskey lullabies
N' I've been driving fucking miles just to get here
So I wouldn't feel alone
But I'd rather be alone

No one will miss me
No one will notice
No one will say anything I haven't learned
Fuck the car, fuck the money, fuck the job
For what it's worth
I'm never coming back

Forty-five shots and seven pills popped
My lips keep twitching and they feel as if they're numb
Yeah I'm trying to find a lady, somewhere in Nevada
So I wouldn't feel alone
But I'd rather be alone

She tried to kiss me
She tried to go there
She tried to do things I said I'd never done
I let her in I let her out I bought her love
For what it's worth
I think I'm coming back

My lungs feel as if they're filled with cement
Shadowbox cinderblocks and break my hands
Well I don't have the faintest clue
But I need to be alone with a girl I never knew

The stench of wet leaves and August rolling in
I need to find a place I can settle down
Track Name: Not the One
You've been appeasing every single winter season
Since you lost what it was to be
You put your heart in a person holding over
Doesn't love you half as much as me

I'm not a savior it's just my behavior
I've never done this I'm not the one you love yet
I think I'm scared I've been living in fear
I'd like to confess
But I'm just an old friend, just an old friend
Just an old friend to you

Oh I'm not the one

I heard a story that you're buried in another
As you left to cry yourself to sleep
I found my feelings in the dark along the sidewalk and
Prayed that you'd fall for me

I'm not a savior it's just my behavior
I've never done this I'm not the one you love yet
I think I'm scared I've been living in fear
I'd like to confess
But I'ts just too hard to say, just too hard to say
Well I don't think you'd wanna be with me

Oh I really hope you do
Oh I want your love

Oh I'm not the one
Track Name: Stories and Poetry
Well if I ever had a daughter
I'd name her after a season
And if I ever meet her mother
I hope she stays without reason
And good god

I am a drunk and an addict
I live in the attic of a condemned house
I keep a journal filled with scribbles
And dabble in the middle of stories and poetry
One day I'll get married
And I'm only preparing by doing nothing, at all

Well if I ever had a brother
He'd have a name without reason
And if he were to be anywhere at all
It would be right by my side doing the last of my lines

I am a drunk and an addict
I live in the attic of a condemned house
I keep a journal filled with scribbles
And dabble in the middle of stories and poetry
One day I'll get married
And I'm only preparing by doing nothing, at all
Track Name: Minimum Wage
Penny I love you
Like you love heroin
That's okay I like to
Drink more than I can
We'll both be fine
Cause we'll be buried in the end
No one here is more
Deserving than us my friend

Stop trying to help me from
Reaching my goal
Another moment here is
Worse than you know
If I wanted a pretty yard
With lots of things
I'd get a job and start
Making minimum wage

So sorry to call you
In the middle of the night
I'm drunk and violent
A perfect mix to fight
Instead I've set my eyes
On protectors of the night
Yeah they've set my bail so
Pick me up at morning light

Stop trying to help me from
Reaching my goal
Another moment here is
Worse than you know
If I wanted a pretty yard
With lots of things
I'd get a job and start
Making minimum wage
Track Name: Fuck My Job
Fuck my job but mostly my boss
Tell him to meet me out in the parking lot
Beat his ass leave him pleading no more
I'm sick of your shit and all your sexual advances

Bloody body lying in the street
Grab a beer and finish it in one schwill
Crush the can against his fucking skull
Leave it like litter on his corpse

Someone called the pigs I smell bacon tonight
Yeah and if they find me there'll be two less blue lights
This never would have happened but it's capitalism yeah
I can't fucking take it I'm losing my mind

Well there isn't a thing a molotov can't solve
When you're this deep in two liters of gin
Burn the banks and all the town halls
My foots in the door no turning back now
Track Name: Shoulda Been Fine (Live @ Lincoln Street Sessions)
Street kids whipping back glasses on the cornerstone
Well they'll be fine, yeah they'll be fine
Coming home to a lady after working overtime
It shoulda been fine, it shoulda been fine
But she was hanging from the ceiling fan crying

There is no home left for the lost boy
Curious redundancies for the travelers in town
Mannequins strike poses holding wilted roses
The colors of life live feeble for the sounds

The exhaust fan is kicking and killing him
With ashtrays oh, outer space
And the crust punks spread disease
Poisoned love and posthumous defeat
Stable words for stable homes
Built a heart from dust and bones
Fixing faux of the psuedointellectuals
Misinformed knowledge of those
Eating him, degrading him
Yeah dropping bombs and parading him
Calling out, "Father save me"
Left him now since just a baby
Hell with this, pills and pigs
Bloody knives and flashing lights
Now he's dead and slinging shots
At heavens door, "Knock knock knock"
This suit and tie, shaven face
I tried to live but it's a waste

There is no home left for the lost boy
It shoulda been fine, oh it shoulda been fine
Track Name: Vagabond
I want this one in books
Before the seasons change and I lose
I kissed your lips and parts
That make you, heaven thank you

I just got back from flying 12,000 miles
I think I was drunk the entire time

I've seen the desert rain
And the ocean dry
I taste the wind
And hear the stories they left behind

They left behind

She wants this boy in chains
And by boy, strictly speaking me
I fought facades untorn
Now ripped and left wide open

I just got back from another woman
I think I was drunk every moment

I've seen the desert rain
And the ocean dry
I taste the wind
And hear the stories they left behind

They left behind, for you
Track Name: Blue Eyes
Blue eyes in your coffee
Blue eyes in your dreams
The reflection always picking you
Apart at your seams

Reminding you of something
A love that's once lost
They're what you believed in
They're what you had fought for and

Blue eyes always make you smile
Always make you frown
Always make you cry a little and
Blue eyes are you're enemy
They are your sweetest love
They are yours to keep

Blue eyes in the ocean
Blue eyes in your sleep
Watching as your happy
Watching as you weep

Protecting you of something
To help you when you're scared
They've loved you for a long time
And they will forever more n'

Blue eyes always make you smile
Always make you frown
Always make you cry a little and
Blue eyes are you're enemy
They are your sweetest love
They are yours to keep
Track Name: Shivers
Softest light and old tonight
Nobody ever set things right
Park the car in still frame photos
Left for your lover
Open the door hope he's asleep
Fantasize a life in a deep
Uncomplicated love with anyone
But your husband
Close your eyes and count the dead
Neural network art in poses
Drafting scenes not of existance
On a careless whim

Oh and shivers creep in your skin

You said it baby oh said it best
Love with you is not regret
But regrettable aforementioned times
Can never be returned
Moments like when we would kiss
Moments when you lied with him
Mornings when you knew I cried when I
Pondered where you'd been
Concocted farces over truths
Left me speechless tongue tied in two
Incompatible parts hosting the voice
Of two different thoughts

Oh and shivers creep in our hearts
Track Name: Lianne
Well I bought a bottle of whiskey
Looked at Lianne, and oh she loved me
But not as much as she used too

Well I left, out from the office
Went to the bar, to chat with them others
And I met a girl, who asked for a one night stand

She was nice, but I told her I'm a married man

Looked at the clouds, under the willow
Back with Lianne, but lord I don't know
I'm pretty sure she's got some plans to go

And if she leaves, then she ain't coming home

I woke up and the bed was empty
The pine floor was cold and dreary
She'd packed her things and oh, left her scent

Well I left, out from the office
Went to the bar, to chat with them others
I saw that girl, who asked for a one night stand

She was nice, I took her home to bed

Still there, head in the pillow
When Lianne, walked in and shrilled, oh
She saw the girl from the bar underneath our sheets

And she left, and ain't coming home to me