Worried Well

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Released November 15th 2011

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released November 15, 2011

Performed, recorded and mixed in March 2011 by Daniel James.
Additional recording by Andy Bohren.
Additional engineering by TJ Swan.

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Worried Well Portland, Maine

Daniel James and Cam Jones are a band called Worried Well.
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new album "Great Appetite, Poor Taste" available on vinyl and CD 7.24.15
Available digitally on Mint 400 Records on 9.7.15

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Track Name: Sad Cells
I'm a worried, wounded little boy.
And tonight I'm breaking all my favorite toys.
I'm gonna bury them in the ground.
So they won't be found except by me
when I feel like going digging.

Still I need it when I want it but it never comes fast enough.
I need it when I want it. You said sad sells, I've got sad cells.

I work the graveyard shift in a graveyard.
I haven't seen the sun for days and days.
I waste my time trying so hard
to keep on breathing, stop the shivering, to push on back these frozen winds.

Still I need it when I want it but it never comes fast enough.
I need it when I want it. You said sad sells, I've got sad cells.

She said Daniel, your name has become the reason I do not want to be loved.
She said:

(D) Do you ever think about anyone else?
(A) you're Assumptive, Alarmingly Annoying And Arrogant.
(N) you're Not a clever as you seem to think you are. You're
(I)ncredibly awkward,
(E)asily forgotten,
(L)ost Loser. Former Lover.

I'm grateful for your hateful heart.
I'm aching for your awful eyes.
I'm willing to do anything because I want to be the one who is in-between your thighs.

Still I need it when I want it but it never comes fast enough.
I need it when I want it. You said sad sells, I've got sad cells.
Track Name: Human Beans
I know it's a terrible time for me to be fucking around and spouting out lies.
If you're sure this is where you want to stay
I'll try everyday in every way to show you
the ground under your feet is as pure as your mind,
as strong a your soul.
The ground under your feet is as clean as your heart,
isn't dirty at all.

We're human beans, you gotta plant those seeds.
We're all full of dirt down here on planet earth.

I'm sure what I meant to say was way better than what came out your way.
If you can find it in your precious heart I'm willing to try another start.
Track Name: Remember To Press Play
There's nothing more contrived than the pain I'm seeing in your eyes.
Everything you do reminds me never to be like you.
I'll stand up and walk 'til I'm where I gotta be just like I described.
You stand there and rot 'til there's nothing left to see with your harrowing eyes.
If you want to start something.
When you're finally ready to face the day
remember to press play.
Track Name: The Last Survivor Of...
What am I, the only one left here with my plastic-coated fears?
I've spent years and years perfecting wasted talents for you here.
What are you, the last survivor of a sunken ship named after love?
No we don't have any room for people of your kind right here.

I have got to say that all of this looked brighter from that old swingset in my old yard where my imagination starts.
You, you cannot see that these tall brick buildings and parking lots are really, really far from where I want to be.

Type 11 font erased the framework of your heart
and with all my hopes I'm left with broken melodies, dead art.
?hat have you got to fear? You've still got your system and in twenty years
they'll insert a plastic stint into your heart and give your arteries a fresh new start.

I have got to say that all of this looked brighter from that old swingset in my old yard where my imagination starts.
You, you cannot see that these tall brick buildings and parking lots are really, really far from where I want to be.

What am I, the only one left here with my plastic-coated fears?
I've spent years and years perfecting wasted talents for you here.
Type 11 font erased the framework of your heart
and with all my hopes I'm left with broken melodies, dead art.
Track Name: A Monster Named Paranoia
My five-year plan was destroyed by a flying monster named Paranoia.
I'm sunk but only slightly while this winged destroyer plunders nightly.

In this deflated figure sour with fear, it's nice to be right here,
wherever I am now.
You were here to show me not to take anything for granted.
I guess I know that now.

Paranoia take me with you the next time that you fly.
You see you're always haunting me anyway
and you know I haven't flown in quite some time.

Apparently my two-week goal was too weak to come out whole.
I'm saving what I can but I'm still stressing all the details.
Like some tragic worker trapped between the lines
of this planet and this hell existing solely in my mind.
You were here to show me not to take anything for granted.
I was doing just fine.

Paranoia take me with you the next time you step out to ruin someone's life.
Maybe then I'll see I'm not the only one alive
who wonders what it's like to feel alive.
Track Name: Dreamscapes
An ocean of my dreams.
Fond false memories.
One more hour 'til I see
I'm not the person I believed.

Dreamscapes of prison gates, a lock without a key.
Timeless, sleepless, lifeless days awake inside of me.

It's not so bad, all of this.
It's not that bad, 'til it is.
It's all my own to tell.
This waking, dreaming hell.

A wreck inside of me.
A smile with crumbling teeth.
Emotion underneath
the motion wearing down my face.
Track Name: Shed My Skin
It's time to shed my skin.
It's time to re-begin.
It's time for everyone and everything to start again.
It's time to realize that deep beneath these eyes
there's a grown-ass man who is sick and tired of this disguise.

But I know the guy you've come to know is so hard to let go.
And it's so hard to let go when I just don't know.

Well I'm worried well but that's fine.
That's OK. Everything was meant to be this way.
I will always be a mess, a wreck, the burden at your feet at best.
A bright, unlucky charm. No guarantee, a false alarm.
And you will always be my pet.
I love you. You're the best...right?