We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Myopic Midwest

by I Actually

supported by
/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      $10 USD  or more

     

1.
Beach Boy 04:26
Blood money was the favorite past time No, nothing natural to cling to I’m wasting my hand The next one’s the best Surfing near me was your worst crime Wading, waiting for something to do I’m washed up on land With nowhere to stand (woo) You’re feeling ashamed You’re feeling ashamed We were rebels with no reason All alone in this happy season But it’s cold up here Getting caught is the fear It’s my ocean that I’m lost in Without you I think that I’m freezing Sometimes I forget You can do what you want (woo) You’re feeling ashamed You’re feeling ashamed Some are lawyers Some are criminals I let the waves crash by I let the waves crash by Some are lawyers Some are criminals I let the waves crash by I let the waves crash by Some are lawyers Some are motherfucking criminals I let the waves crash by I let the waves crash by I let the waves crash by I let the waves crash by Oh I know you’re feeling ashamed Oh no, no, oh no Some are lawyers Some are criminals I let the waves crash by I let the waves crash by, no Some are lawyers Some are criminals I let the waves crash by I let the waves crash by, no (doo doo) I let the waves crash by I let the waves crash by I let the waves crash by I let the waves crash by Now don’t, now don’t Now don’t you
2.
Bust 05:14
Runs to his car, locks all the doors, crawling Back to his web, insensitive, He won't say he's sorry Got nothing left, to show him off Searching For shit in vain, for shit in vain And that's enough, he's connected To a Giant machine No one gets out, alive Got nothing left, to show him off Searching For shit in vain, for shit in vain At least we’re looking for something Even in the dark I got nothing to tell you You shouldn’t listen to me anyway We gave a shit, don’t you tell me Busted Out the windows, of your headspace, Still won't say he's sorry Give back my time, give back my time It's not Lost all outright, ditch the excess And that's enough, still connected To a Giant engine No one gets out, alive Got nothing left, to show him off Searching For shit in vain, for shit in vain At least we’re looking for something Even in the dark I got nothing to tell you You shouldn’t listen to me anyway Yeah fuck your sense of ownership That shit still hurts I’ve got a little secret for you But I still left it in my car At least we’re looking for something even in the dark And that’s enough Still connected to a Giant machine No one gets out, alive Got nothing left to show him off Searching For shit in vain, for shit in vain At least we’re looking for something even in the dark I’ve got nothing to tell you You shouldn’t listen to me anyway At least we’re looking for something even in the dark I’ve got nothing to tell you You shouldn’t listen to me anyway
3.
Night/Storm 04:13
One step away Rain touched her face See me now Oh lay me go I’m owned by the night Oh let me go, oh I’m owned by the night Forgot my face Forgot her taste One hand in my coat When? Oh lay me go I’m owned by the night Oh let me go, oh I’m owned by the night I’m owned by the night
4.
Give away nothing Want to be like that strong folk Want to be so bad in my home Fuckin’ cattle, like they’re Nothing, nothing Where am I at? Where am I at now? Where am I at now? Induced the metaphor, now what? All the time and the time that I spent Like cash from the laboring cow who survives Diagnose the mother Now the calf dies, I lie Want to hear everything you say And it’s not much better on the other side The public realm asks us to be slaves For some to be free And some stuck in the dirt So many regrets when you Talk like everyone thinks it Run away, run away Don’t want to call you weak ‘Cause that’s what life gave you Hand your wallet to me, I’ll count it for you Choking on a prick’s green mugshot Swear he’d stick you with a rifle If he saw you ‘cause your parents aren’t deliberate Call ourselves citizens to cover our secrets And it’s not much better on the other side The public realm asks us to be slaves For some to be free And some stuck in the dirt So easy to judge from your high horse Also easy to be and become destitute You said we had a fool’s dream That’s for sure When you listen to no one, Of course Want to live far away, Just get out of here Won’t know where to buy My gas or my beer Want to labor for me and family Don’t need immortality
5.
Goddamn High 03:35
This bad technology’s been eating away at my income Maybe we’ll need cars to breathe, we’ll need phones to see Took off on my bike to watch what industry’s Been killing and de-skilling What’s an education if you don’t know what to do with it? So goddamn American, now worldly And everyone’s sayin’ So goddamn high (Those words I didn’t rehearse, they eat at me) So goddamn high (Ideas are a jumble of words we got from the past so we gotta keep writing) So goddamn high (Whatcha doing in your free time? I don’t know what I’m doing here now) So goddamn high (And you’re choking on some shit from the subway, they pollute till you think no more) Disappointed in the things I didn’t try Can’t go back now, can’t go back Fun to talk about the essence of things they’re making us need Want to study something about people who make change I want to know how to do something, I want to do something So goddamn high (How can I use this to my advantage?) So goddamn high (What space for resistance have I got?) So goddamn high (Want some optimism, so I don’t dry the fuck up) So goddamn high (Get ahold of your days and your days and your months and your years, That song keeps playing) So goddamn high
6.
Beach Boy II 03:38
7.
Northpole 03:56
If you fall, if you write, I will Catch you on the mountain hillside If you fall, if you lose, I will Find you out forsaken in flight To the other side If you lose, if you spill out the Seeds and grind them into the fire When you give yourself all away When you give yourself to the sky Wait me out, now judging Traveling, pierce the quiet out with a scream Oh I’m shaking cold If you lose, if you spill out the Seeds and grind them into the fire When you give yourself all away When you give yourself to the sky When you give yourself to the sea Now everything I want’s just a memory
8.
No Roots 04:22
We got away and they were Playing reggae up-down in Georgia Drinking whiskey at the theater Smiles all around I was wearing a suit she tailored My clothes back home, were they so real? I was wearing a character in white In trite, the mess I came as They sold us a great tradition Freshly invented and adorned The old world simulacra Playing at our door But I don't think that we should stay here And things will never be the same Not exactly as they were This flux over our heads debates The world we made so we Protest day and night to Make the point that Nothing is the same Repetition into the ether At least we take a stand And now we’re desperately Searching for our roots and We’re stoking the place where We think we were born Not even knowing who Built this road we’ve been treading on All these years, constructing memories That we run to so we Can hide our faces So we can hide our faces And things will never be the same Not exactly as they were This flux over our heads debates The world we made so we Protest day and night to Make the point that Nothing is the same Repetition into the ether At least we take a stand And things will never be the same Not exactly as they were This flux over our heads debates The world we made so we Protest day and night to Make the point that Nothing is the same Repetition into the either At least we take a stand
9.
Shift 05:23
10.

credits

released August 4, 2023

pruduced, recorded, mixed, & mastered by ryan wasoba at birdcloud recording in edwardsville/collinsville, illinois

album photrography by caeleigh featherstone
single art by pat wolfe jr & dall-e

all songs written & performed by "I Actually"

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

I Actually St. Louis, Missouri

Midwestcoast Rock Circa 2012

"Longform Alternative"

contact / help

Contact I Actually

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this album or account

I Actually recommends:

If you like I Actually, you may also like: