1. |
Enter Amygdala
01:48
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I feel it in my limbs, my limbs, my limbs, my limbs go limp
The calm before the storm, no wind, no wind, no wind, no wind
It knocks the wind right out of me and I cave in
And when there’s nothing to fear, I fear
I fear suspense
Aye yai yai
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2. |
Ten Feet Tall
03:44
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Hey baby, I do believe it’s been a long, long time
(I do believe you live regrettably) I do believe
Because oh-so lately, I can’t seem to cross you off my mind
(Uh-Oh) Oh no
When skies are blue, we can hold our own
(Oh, you say, you need to get away)
Rose-tinted view, feeling ten feet tall
(Why you trying to let me back inside?)
Because when I find myself at a loss
I’m always burning every bridge that I cross
But if we don’t stop believing
Well then we won’t need a reason
To spend some time together
And summon up some stormy weather
When skies are blue, we can hold our own
Rose-tinted view, feeling ten feet tall
And maybe, I’ll fall apart in a matter of time
(Why can’t you see the forest for the trees?) I must be blind
And call me crazy
But I do believe I’ll make it worth your while
When skies are blue, we can hold our own
(Oh, you say, you need to get away)
Rose-tinted view, feeling ten feet tall
(Why you trying to let me back inside?)
Because when I find myself at a loss
I’m always burning every bridge that I cross
But if we don’t stop believing
Well then we won’t need a reason
To spend some time together
And summon up some stormy weather
When skies are blue, we can hold our own
Rose-tinted view, feeling ten feet tall
You’re gonna learn to love again
You’re gonna learn to live again
You’re gonna learn to hurt again
And throw caution to the wind
Don’t stop, don’t stop believing
Don’t stop, don’t stop believing
Don’t stop, don’t stop believing
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3. |
Day Drinking
04:04
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Empty hearts, tired eyes
Are still mesmerized
By a simple life, out of touch
But always within reach
Smokey lungs, slurring speech
In the fog of a past daydream
We've been living backwards
On some borrowed time
But when the sun is hanging high
I get thirsty for my friends day drinking
All weekend,
Daydreaming, barely sleeping
Can you walk, can you speak?
Let's find a new place to be
What neon sign will be your guiding light?
And if sleeping with strangers
Is only questionable behavior
Well if it gets you out of your head
Maybe that's all right
But when the sun is hanging high
I get thirsty for my friends day drinking
All weekend
Daydreaming, barely sleeping
With a thousand yard stare
You're looking worse for wear
Nothing's on your mind
But day drinking, barely breathing
And I'll tell you when I think I've had enough
And I'll tell you when I think I'm losing touch
And I'll tell you when I think I've had enough
And I'll tell you when I think I'm cracking up
But when the sun is hanging high
I get thirsty for my friends day drinking
All weekend
Daydreaming, barely sleeping
With a thousand yard stare
You're looking worse for wear
Nothing's on your mind
But day drinking, barely breathing
Yeah, the thirst is on my mind
And I'm thirsty all the time
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4. |
Get Lost
03:44
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Epiphanies, they came and went
But I’m still holding on
For a day without a nervous tic
In the path of a wrecking ball, I’ve crawled
I just wanna get lost
I just wanna get lost in you, I do
I just wanna get lost, I just wanna get lost in you
You knocked the wind back in my sails
Don’t let me lose it now, can’t save face, no
Our walls are coming down, sink or swim, no
I’ll never let you drown, the worst is over
And we’re still around
I just wanna get lost
I just wanna get lost in you
Don’t you go lights out on me
And I feel the weight of your anchor
From a history you won’t escape
In low-tide, I’ll be your sea change
And we’ll surf through those weathered waves
I just wanna get lost
I just wanna get lost in you
Don’t let me lose it now, can’t save face, no
Our walls are coming down, sink or swim, no
I’ll never let you drown, the worst is over
And we’re still around
Ooh, watch me dive in headfirst
Submerge, gasp and sink
Ooh, don’t let me get you lost at sea
Sink your teeth in slow
You knock the wind back in my sails
Don’t you go lights out on me
Don’t let me lose it now, can’t save face, no
Our walls are coming down, sink or swim, no
I’ll never let you drown, the worst is over
And we’re still around
I just wanna get lost
I just wanna get lost in you
Don’t you go lights out on me
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5. |
Deadbeat
04:11
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Oh, oh, oh what’d you do?
To your rosy eyes from turning blue
Oh, oh, oh what’d you say?
To keep your lights turned on for another day
Deadbeat baby, can’t you see
The rug’s been pulled from underneath
The time’s a-changin’ too quickly for me to keep up and
Ooh, I’ve been down and
Ooh, I’ve been out of my mind
But, I’ve been trying to do right
And not get left behind
Don’t be a man unfit for mankind
Oh, oh, oh it must be nice
Put on a smile and feign an ordinary life
Oh, oh, oh what’s the price?
You either live it up of wallow in the slums
Or you lose your goddamn mind
Deadbeat baby, can’t you see
The rug’s been pulled from underneath
The time’s a-changin’ too quickly for me to keep up and
Ooh, I’ve been down and
Ooh, I’ve been out of my mind
But, I’ve been trying to do right
And not get left behind
Don’t be a man unfit for mankind
Ooh, ooh yeah, I ain’t been too kind
To myself or anybody else
With my Camel Light, Camel Light, Camel Light chemicals
It’s the chemicals, yeah, they’re killing us
With my Miller Lite, Early Times, midnight miracles
It’s a miracle, that I’m still alive
Ooh, I’ve been down and
Ooh, I’ve been out of my mind
But, I’ve been trying to do right
And not get left behind
Don’t be a man unfit for mankind
Deadbeat, baby
Don’t be a deadbeat baby,
Deadbeat, baby
Don’t be a deadbeat baby,
Do right and not get left behind
Don’t be a man unfit for mankind
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6. |
Gimme Mourning
03:31
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I see your face in the morning light
Your eyes are closed when you say goodbye
Gave up the ghost, let you slip away
You said, “I’ll be back for you someday”
Funereal
Change of address at the speed of light
You can’t move forward when you live behind
I filled your space, now it feels the same
Just like before I ever knew your name, oh
It’s coming up, oh, I can feel the thunder
It’s coming up, oh, I can feel the thunder
It’s coming up, oh, I can feel the thunder
It’s coming up, oh, I can hear it all night
All night, we’re up all night
All night, we’re up all night
All night, yeah
You gimme mourning, or else we’re going to be here all night
I drag my feet as I mark your grave
I lay to rest what we couldn’t change
With bated breath, is where I remain
With my head under sheets when you rattle chains, oh
It’s coming up, oh, I can feel the thunder
It’s coming up, oh, I can feel the thunder
It’s coming up, oh, I can feel the thunder
It’s coming up, oh, I can hear it all night
All night, we’re up all night
All night, we’re up all night
All night, yeah
You gimme mourning, or else we’re going to be here all night
The seventh wonder, you pulled me under
As I climbed over, I got your number
All night
All night, we’re up all night
All night, we’re up all night
All night, yeah
You gimme mourning, or else we’re going to be here all night
All night, we’re up all night
All night, we’re up all night
All night, yeah
You gimme mourning, or else we’re going to be here all night
The seventh wonder, you pulled me under
You gimme mourning, or else we’re going to be here all night
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7. |
Julien at the Ryman
04:19
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It’s 10AM and I’m shaking again
From another night at sea with three sheets to the wind
If I say “I’m seeking dry land”, I’m telling tall tales
Because when I come up for air, I’m always under a spell
But there’s a show tonight that I wanna go see
But my racing thoughts keep outrunning me
But if I baptize myself in a fifth of whiskey
Someone might meet you there who resembles me
If every itch my Midas finger scratches
Turns from gold to piss in the wind
Then swaddle me in all your fine fabrications
I ain’t comfortable in my skin
Then swaddle me in all your fine fabrications
I ain’t comfortable in my skin
But no one’s gonna tell you
Yeah, no one’s gonna save you from yourself
When everybody’s burning
Sweating in their threads of invisible silk
I saw you spilling your guts on the Ryman stage
Where I once saw myself at an optimistic age
Before I got too fucked up to carry on (the show must go on)
So I fashioned myself in new emperor’s clothes
If every itch my Midas finger scratches
Turns from gold to piss in the wind
Then swaddle me in all your fine fabrications
I ain’t comfortable in my skin
But no one’s gonna tell you
Yeah, no one’s gonna save you from yourself
When everybody’s burning
Sweating in their threads of invisible silk
If it’s all in my head, I’ll make believe I’m fine
Psychosomatic dread ain’t a way to live your life
Good night, remember tomorrow, if it comes
The mess we make’s our own
But we suffer all as one, oh woe
Good night, tomorrow morning’s yellow sun
It shines for you, it shines for me
It drives out the darkness in everyone
But no one’s gonna tell you
Yeah, no one’s gonna save you from yourself
When everybody’s burning
Sweating in their threads of invisible silk
If it’s all in my head, I’ll make believe I’m fine
Psychosomatic dread ain’t a way to live your life
If it’s all in my head, I’ve gotta battle to fight
Psychosomatic bliss ain’t a way to live your life
It’s your, it’s your life, it’s your life
It’s your, it’s your life, it’s your life
It’s your, it’s your life, it’s your life
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8. |
Counting Sheep
03:46
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I’m finally at ease, my darling
Self-destruct tendencies are gone
So fill me with drink, to wash down the years
Of tomfoolery and the post-traumatic emptiness I feel
As the memories remain, I bide my time
While this black hole wears my face, I make it smile
From 8 to 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 repeat
The luxury of counting sheep all night
Back on your feet, my soldier
The killer instinct has evolved
So bring me a box to rest my soap on
Because my hands are clean
And I’m prepared to hum along with “Kumbaya”
As the memories remain, I bite my tongue
While this black hole wears my face, I make it shine
From 8 to 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 repeat
The luxury of counting sheep all night
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 repeat
The luxury of counting sheep all night
Liar, liar, liar
And 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 repeat
The luxury of counting sheep
And don’t forget to take your pills
And chase them back with past life guilt
So if I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul’s depraved
Where things go bump and yeah, they bite
I’m flailing into that good night
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9. |
My Machine
04:24
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I never knew you, but I still see your face
And when I’m drawn to you, I feel so erased
Every single trace is lost on me
I never knew you
But I still see you, I still see your face
So won’t you tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
Make your mind up, my, my machine
Take your mind off it, don’t mean a thing
Tied up, hanging onto your leash
Bet you’re tired of hanging up on me
So won’t you tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
I never outgrew you, so I save you a space
In the corner of my rearview, between night and day
Behind the scenes, we’re never going gray
Not afraid of dying, every day’s more gratifying
I saved you that space
So won’t you tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
Make your mind up, my, my machine
Take your mind off it, don’t mean a thing
Tied up, hanging onto your leash
Bet you’re tired of hanging up on me
Won’t you tell me everything’s all right?
And I’ll tell you I’m doing just fine
Tell me something, love
Could I have ever been enough?
Because when I’m feeling stuck
I dream we’re on the run
So don’t wake me up, don’t wake me up
Don’t wake me up, I’m not waking up
Don’t wake me up, don’t wake me up
Don’t wake me up, I’m not waking up
Don’t wake me up, don’t wake me up
Don’t wake me up, I’m not waking up
Make your mind up, my, my machine
Take your mind off it, don’t mean a thing
Tied up, hanging onto your leash
Bet you’re tired of hanging up on me
Won’t you tell me something honest?
Try and put me in my place
As I sing you sweet nothings ‘til I’m blue in the face
I’m always blue in the face
I’m always blue in the face
I’m always blue in the face
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10. |
Doll Me Up
05:27
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I’ve got air in my lungs and blood in my head
And a pretty little thing laying in the bed
Guess I, I’m doing just fine
But lately my hands are shaking
I’m feeling antsy, nothing every tickles my fancy
When I call, there’s no answer
Can’t let them catch me tuning in and out between stations
Hang in there, kitty
I need some medication to let me feel pretty
And if we was blessed, we’d be blessed
We’d take what’s left, what a mess we’d make
If we came clean with ourselves
Let’s start this off with a verb or two
Before we kaleidoscope our top floor views
With white lies of all the things that we’re gonna do
With my big blank stare and my eyes defaced
I only wish I could eat your pain
I know you can’t hear me, but I feel you
And if we was blessed, we’d be blessed
We’d take what’s left, what a mess we’d make
If we came clean with ourselves
You know I’d love to be wide-eyed and wet again
But I’d hate to see you all dressed up in the end
Because were naked when we came on out
So don’t doll me up when I take my bow
Yeah, we were naked when we came on out
So don’t doll me up when I take my bow
And if we was blessed, we could make do with less
We could make do with less
We’d take what’s left and we could make the bed a mess
We could make a better mess
So if you’re going to do it, do it now
Because when you come around to it, I might not be around
And if we was blessed, we could make do with less
We could make do with less
We’d take what’s left and we could make the bed a mess
We could make a better mess
And if you’re going to do it, do it now
But don’t doll me up when I take my bow
And if you’re going to do it, live out loud
But don’t doll me up when I take my bow
No, don’t doll me up when I take my...
I changed my looks, I changed my mind
I even changed my damn telephone line
But you saw right through it
Like you always do
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Tonyboyy Nashville, Tennessee
Debut album, Doll Me Up, OUT NOW
Get a physical copy at
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Nashville-based
Tonyboyy is the recording project from former Sleeper Agent singer, songwriter and guitarist, Galen Anthony Smith. Tonyboyy's debut album, Doll Me Up, is an eclectic sonic onslaught of hooks and ruminations.
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