Psych 101 (and done)

by Worried Well

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released 02 December 2014

Worried Well is
Daniel James - vocals, guitar, bass guitar
Cam Jones - drums, backing vocals

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Psych 101 (and done) recorded in June 2014 - August 2014 at the Wild Arctic Studio and Star Fight Studios.
Engineered and mixed by Dean Baltulonis.

Low Roads recorded in Dan's apartment by Dan and Cam in November 2014.

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Worried Well Portland, Maine

Daniel James and Cam Jones are a band called Worried Well.
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Worried Well continues to perform in their native New England, all the while gaining new fans with their desperate and poetic approach to a sound that is scathingly articulate and delivered with sincere honesty. ... more

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Track Name: Psych 101 (and done)
I don't remember what it's like to be so bad
And feel it so completely.
Mired in youth anger had its use
But now it slides off almost completely.
There are times, there are times
When it's hard to try to see so resolutely.
The weight on top, it will never stop.
I need instructions on how to breathe.

They tried to tell me there were
Rods and cones in the back of my eyes
That process pictures. What a great surprise!
Five pounds of gray matter on the other side
That try to tell me that I'm alright.
That there's just blood and muscle inside of my heart
That try to pull me out of fits and starts.

So what's the weight of your brain?
What's the price to remain
On the other side of somewhat sane?

Are they paranoid people or the average crowd?
They hate the noise I make.
A ghost, a shade of their worst fears
Is inhabiting this stage.
The truth may be much worse than you think
They're holding to their desperate stake.
They scratch and claw just to save face.
They say they're better off this way.

They tried to tell me there were
Rods and cones in the back of my eyes
That process pictures. What a great surprise!
Five pounds of gray matter on the other side
That try to tell me that I'm alright.
That there's just blood and muscle inside of my heart
That try to pull me out of fits and starts.

Oh, when you feel that chilly grip it's not so bad.
If you know when to fold, what to give away.
Don't take yourself so seriously.
Because we're all a bunch of rats
And there's no cure for that.

They tried to tell me there were
Rods and cones in the back of my eyes
That process pictures. What a great surprise!
Five pounds of gray matter on the other side
That try to tell me that I'm alright.
That there's just blood and muscle inside of my heart
That try to pull me out of fits and starts.
Track Name: Low Roads
Why I can barely breathe points sharply at memories
That grow dull and faded as I pour more pints into me.
When I distinctly see the path in front of me
Is a growing love but in between are pits of poison snakes.

But if this one's for happiness and that one's for certain death
I'll know I've made the right mistakes.
If this one's for living well and that one's an endless hell
Won't someone let me make my case?
If freedom is an iron gate and true love is dead weight
Then how dare I equate the stakes?

Low Roads take me home.
Where is home? I don't know.

Chips and cracks deceive what's growing underneath.
We're lost and belated as I struggle to believe.
Strips of razors lead the path in front of me.
A growing comfort, a great relief. I'll sacrifice and wait.

But if this one's not feeling good and that one's a likelihood
I'm wondering why I should wait.
If one is my destiny, another is felony
Then haunting eyes will wish my fate.
To move is a great offense, to stay is a detriment
Then pardon if I get the shakes.

Low Roads take me home.
Where is home? I don't know.