Totally Worth It

by Sister City

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1.
I’m still not sleeping I’m still not dreaming In fact I’m exactly the same As the last time we met Last weekend Thought I saw you screaming In some gnarly bar Along with some self-loathing punk band I was wrong But it got me to call you again Because I think you’d like them I think you’d dig their songs It’s like we talked about That night at the pancake house How we hate to be sad But long to hear sad people singing I understand, I do You had to move It sucks here I know why you had to go But my family and my friends are here in the end And this too-small bigoted town is worth it for them I still want the coastlines But I still want the short drives I want to get shitfaced with you And find some havoc to wreak Brant’s still my go-to guy Wes is down almost anytime There’s a party at Jake’s tonight We’re gonna drink and dance You should have heard what Jason said At Abbey’s playing Circle of Death He’s still cracking us up all the time Just like he always did Yeah, we all remain And we talk about you every day I still have that shirt of yours I stained I keep it in my dresser I understand, I do You had to move It sucked here for you I know why you had to go But my family and my friends are here in the end And this fucked-up bigoted town is worth it for them At least for now I still have that shirt of yours I stained I leave it in my dresser
2.
John Candy 03:44
My mom decided I needed to go to school on the better side of town Hired a babysitter who went to our old church; she only lived a few blocks down She was the mother of my best friend, and the wife of my dad’s She was fairly quick to anger; many times I made her mad Many times I made her mad One day after school, three of us were walking home; my friend, his sister, and me The bossy sister said that we should cross early, so we ran, we ran, we ran but she stayed It was March the fourth, 1994; the day John Candy died Damned to separate rooms and the news on the radio until my mother arrived We were damned to separate rooms We were damned to separate rooms There was nothing fun to do So I just listened to the news
3.
I hate being poor but I’d hate to be greedy too I work pretty hard and I have plenty of food Can’t borrow money and I sure can’t save it And I’d rather shoot myself than turn to credit I’m only twenty-four and I’m already bored I want to see the world like my brother has Go to Ecuador or someplace like that Stand on the rainforest floor And let the drops seep into my pores I’m only twenty-four and I’m already bored Some nights my friends are not enough I get sick of doing all the same old stuff Over and over and on and on Some nights I wish when I was young that I had gone I tire of hearing people say No soul gets too old to be saved Still looking for a way to save myself Because living this way feels like hell I’m only twenty-four and I’m already bored I’m only twenty-four and I’m already bored I’m only twenty-four and I’m already bored I’M ONLY TWENTY-FOUR AND I’M ALREADY BORED
4.
The Outage 04:14
Fuck me, I want to stay the night Living alone makes you lonely, yeah, you were right I don’t care if your sheets are dirty Just pour some wine; we’ll take slow sips, no reason to hurry Come daylight I’ll draw the shades and ignore the time We’ll sleep in just like we used to do every weekend Oh-whoa I miss you more than I’ll ever admit Oh-whoa And the staying up late doing stupid shit Oh-whoa But I know for sure we shouldn’t do it again Oh-whoa I don’t know what we are, but it isn’t friends No, I’m not drunk again Don’t act so surprised, I’m straight sometimes Just let me in, and don’t lie, I know you don’t have a boyfriend Word gets around; you know what it’s like living in this small town That’s why when I used come around I’d have to take the side streets I’d always leave out the back door of the building when we’d meet Yeah, sure. We’ll call this a one time thing But you know it never happens that way Icy roads bring back those memories Of keeping warm in the basement, under blankets Of a soft touch, and cold sweat In the darkness of the outage In the basement, under blankets with me In the basement, under blankets with me Oh-whoa I miss you more than I’ll ever admit Oh-whoa And the staying up late doing stupid shit Oh-whoa But I know for sure we shouldn’t do it again Oh-whoa I don’t know what we are, but it isn’t friends I don’t know what we are, but it isn’t friends I don’t know what to call all the time we spend So go ahead and ring me up again at one A.M. Because we don’t know what we are, but we can never resist
5.
Sleepless staring at a foreign ceiling Sun comin’ up and my head is pounding I still grin ‘cause I know I’ve done Something maybe kind of dumb It won’t be long before you wake up Dry brain all full of regret so I get up and look through your records Put one on and make some breakfast I get up and look through your records Put one on and make some breakfast Oh, Marie. What were we thinking? Oh, Marie. Now that it’s done, might as well do it again Oh, Marie. What a weird morning Let me make you some pancakes before you go tell your boyfriend I didn’t mean to dance with you I didn’t mean to make a move… Actually I did Who the hell am I trying to kid? It was dark in there But I saw your outline with his And goddamn, it made me sick So when he went to see his friends I told you my name And wrapped my hand around your waist Spun you ‘round the room Brushed your hair from your face It got packed and hot in there So we started shedding layers Baby, maybe we should outside Take a break and get some air… Oh, Marie. What were we thinking? Oh, Marie. Now that it’s done, might as well do it again Oh, Marie. What a weird morning Let me make you some flapjacks before you go tell your boyfriend
6.
Minor Crimes 04:58
Won’t you come around again, my Sadie? Wear your hemmed-up favorite skirt I once thought that you could save me But now I know you’re just a flirt I tried to tell my aunt and uncle Which songs were true and which made up But I could not even remember And I honestly don’t care that much Turned a youth group boy into a vandal Kept our minor crimes off the books But you were more than I could handle You taught me with the things you took Some nights I lay awake and wonder What was going through your head When you kissed me in the theater And how come you would not do it again You surprised exactly no one And moved to Michigan last fall I’d like to know just how you’re doing And if you miss this place at all You remain to me a mystery You were a foreign way to live I thought back then that you could save me And now I think maybe you did
7.
Grief 01:00
Somebody get me a drink
8.
2/24/2010 03:33
Waking in a world where you weren’t was weird Even though I’m pretty sure we hadn’t spoken in at least a year And though you could, I can’t believe that right now you are hearing me Talking you like doesn’t make any sense But I still do it Because I can’t help it We were 23, my first best friend When we put you in the ground Went out that night and got soused With the people I’m friends with now Tried to make myself puke In some gay bar’s bathroom Tried to purge two pitchers of beer Three bottles, and the rage I felt for you And I’m still kinda pissed That you would go and do this Yeah, I know people fuck up sometimes But one of yours cost so much more than all mine Travis said he should have died thirty times before you You were that much better of a guy Ty told us to cherish our good memories of you But that’s some bullshit greeting card advice Because the good memories of you don’t feel that nice That night when the bar closed My buddy took me home And I wept in his car For everything to be undone In my house, he sat with me Until four in the morning Drunk as I’ve ever been Drunk as I’ll ever be, hopefully And you had never been As close a friend as he is Or a couple other guys And oh my god, I love them But I didn’t know how much until that night No, I didn’t know how much until that night Travis said he should have died thirty times before you You were that much better of a guy Ty told us to cherish our good memories of you But the good memories of you don’t feel that nice Because youth group boys don’t grow up just to die God, I hate to give out advice But I guess I just don’t give a fuck this time Truth is truth is truth And somehow now it just feels right to say Love while you can My friends, love while you can
9.
Spare Room 03:31
You can stay in my spare room I will put my best sheets on the bed If you come through You will have the soundest sleep in town And you won’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do Anywhere you want I will drive you On weekends we’d get hammered, go out, and raise hell and you’d find some girl you didn’t know and take her home and you’d tell me everything that went down next morning in detail I hoped one day to see our roles reversed but they never were before you left me by myself I need help I don’t mean with girls, I mean with health So come back and we will fuck some shit up, man Drink ourselves to sleep for weeks and then Drive out to the power plant again Have a prolonged weekend
10.
11.
Lakefront breeze blowing through my hair Shirtless on the dock and I don’t care If the neighbors see me, I don’t care If the neighbors hate my singing Friends all surround me It would not be a sin to envy me right now Not much to do down in Southern Missouri Stay up and play until the bottles empty Take slow sips, no reason to hurry I’ll walk you home if your vision gets blurry We have our whole lives Let’s do nothing tonight We have our whole lives To do nothing is alright sometimes All sleeping together in the same room Start popping cans next day at noon This is the best, man Mossy rock and water, nothing else exists No jobs, no death, no being pissed This is the best, man Take a walk and throw pebbles off the dam Not much to do down in Southern Missouri Just stay up and play until the bottles empty Take slow sips, no reason to hurry I’ll walk you home if your vision gets blurry We have our whole lives Let’s do nothing tonight We have our whole lives To do nothing is alright sometimes When two or more have gathered The Holy Spirit enters We feel better than we look And we look pretty fucking good We sing the same songs over Every time we’re together We have our whole lives Play “Westfall” one more time Not much to do down in Southern Missouri Just stay up and play until the bottles empty Take slow sips, no reason to hurry I’ll walk you home if your vision gets blurry We have our whole lives Let’s do nothing tonight We have our whole lives To do nothing is alright sometimes

credits

released April 3, 2012

Produced, engineered, mixed, and mastered by Sean Lea
except 7, recorded and mixed by Andy Karr

Players
Andy Karr – singing, guitars
Cory King – bass
Daniel Barkdoll – drums on 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 11
Brant Malan – drums on 7
Erin Alden – cello on 2

Art design by Mark Leicht
Photos by Andrea Cannon
Guy in outer photo – Brook Linder

Lyrics – wastedmidwestern.com
Booking – sistercitybooking@gmail.com
facebook.com/sistercity

All songs by Andrew Karr
© 2012 Wasted Midwestern Publishing (ASCAP).
Used with permission. All rights reserved.

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