September
written by: Jak Locke
written by: Jak Locke
version 1:
from Dusk Segment (October 2nd 2001) (as "September Is A Fucked Up Month") (3:12)
Ain't no end to the trash I seen
Drank a glass of gasoline
Got the boot now I'm all alone
Fishin for change in a public phone
Low on life and high on dope
Choked myself with the soap on a rope
Spittin sayings, all insane
Leavin marks all in my brain
Got the soda, got the tune
Got my soul stuck on the moon
Spillin shit all down the road
Parked my smile, it got towed
Seen the scene, been there before
Slammin my own face in the door
Goin wild, goin down
Bleeding knuckles, sucker crown
Sit and moan and lay and grunt
September is a fucked up month
Killin time's what it's now all about
Pick me up and drum me out
Drank a glass of gasoline
Got the boot now I'm all alone
Fishin for change in a public phone
Low on life and high on dope
Choked myself with the soap on a rope
Spittin sayings, all insane
Leavin marks all in my brain
Got the soda, got the tune
Got my soul stuck on the moon
Spillin shit all down the road
Parked my smile, it got towed
Seen the scene, been there before
Slammin my own face in the door
Goin wild, goin down
Bleeding knuckles, sucker crown
Sit and moan and lay and grunt
September is a fucked up month
Killin time's what it's now all about
Pick me up and drum me out
version 2:
from Already Fading On Some Horizon (February 5th 2003) (3:14)
Ain't no end to the trash that I've seen, fumes of diesel and gasoline
Got the axe now I'm all alone fishin for change in a public phone
Low and life and high on dope, choked myself with the soap on a rope
Cliche advice all insane leavin scars all in my brain
Got my whiskey, got my tune, got my soul stuck on the moon
Spillin garbage down the road, parked my smile, it got towed
Seen the scene been there before slammin my head inside the door
Goin wild, goin down, bleedin knuckles, more sorrows to drown
Sit and moan and lay and grunt, September's just another month
Killin time's what it's now all about, pick me up and drum me out
Got the axe now I'm all alone fishin for change in a public phone
Low and life and high on dope, choked myself with the soap on a rope
Cliche advice all insane leavin scars all in my brain
Got my whiskey, got my tune, got my soul stuck on the moon
Spillin garbage down the road, parked my smile, it got towed
Seen the scene been there before slammin my head inside the door
Goin wild, goin down, bleedin knuckles, more sorrows to drown
Sit and moan and lay and grunt, September's just another month
Killin time's what it's now all about, pick me up and drum me out
earliest live performance: September 7th 2001