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Strung Out

by Renee Goust

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1.
Again you're short When you thought you'd had enough before. The tape is unwinding, The lights are blinding. A mission to abort Your recent drunken metaphors. But the sky keeps burning and the ashes keep returning. How will I know what's right? How will I fight all of this wrong? I guess I won't. You go outside Just walk away, don't talk the talk. 'Cause our time is rotten, Our memories forgotten. How will I know what's right? How will I fight all of this wrong? guess i won't I guess I won't I guess I won't I GUESS I WON'T I guess I won't I guess I won't.
2.
I never take my eggs sunny side up or kill my inner atrophy. I never put my hands out in front when i fall accidentally. I never understood the point of having one continous life of waking up and sleeping down until one day never again. Good! 'cause I'm tired, my brain is wired. I'm fired, but i'm desired. I'm high but can I get higher? I'm fired, but I'm inspired, yeah. I never underestimate The value of my self-control. I'll never play with knives again Especially if on cocaine. I'm tired, my brain is wired. I'm fired, but i'm desired. I'm high but can i get higher? I'm fired, but i'm inspired. I took a wild ride with you, I soaked a towel in blood with you, I rode the ambulance with you, Emergency room without you. That night I punched you in the face, A fact I could never explain, In fact i can't even remember, Oh, was it December?
3.
There's nothing I can do to stop this morning rain. So i sit in bed and look out through my broken window pane. The bitter colors blend in with the angry lightning. The litter follows in a muddy downhill broken chain. I finally embrace my fate of walking all alone, Now that my birds have flown and all their seeds are dry past grown. The ceremonial bells unhinge the locks up on my door. There's nothing i can do to stop what's now begun to pour. Though I am feeling paralyzed. And I, I need to sterilize. There's nothing I can do to stop my nervous stutter. My feet inside a puddle and my mind inside the gutter. There's so much more to wish for than could ever be attained. There's so much more to learn of than can ever be retained. And I, I feel anesthetized. And I, I need to sterilize. And I am feeling paralyzed. And I, I need to sterilize. The fog (fog) The stain (stain) The delayed train The cold (cold) Controlled (oh) And oversold The game (game) Of fame (fame) That ends in shame The track (track) Of black (black) Where you fall back.
4.
We're gonna sail back With the winds of the dead When the rain is ahead In your sleepless bed. Inside the carton Where no liquid remains We remove all the stains That have filled our veins. It's coming right back In a blistering red Underestimated Like the thoughts in your head. There's no forgiving What has never been said That my flowers have bled And we hang by a thread. Why does it matter who touches you? Why does it matter who uses who? It only matters who has a line When you just need one too, all the time. It only matters who has a line When you just need one too, all the time. When you just need one too, all the time. When you just need one too, all the time. When you just need one too.
5.
You fall asleep with a handful of downers Until you wake up and line up your nose. And in between there's this livable nightmare Of unrefinable trailer homes. You like to carry a flask full of whiskey. You slip another one into my purse. You take the tips when the bartender turns 'Cause you just can't stop taking what isn't yours. And you say I need some counseling. Oh fucking please! You say i need some counseling 'Cause I slit my wrists a few times before. You say I need some counseling. Oh fucking please! You say i need some counseling, What if i rather die than be always ignored? You get fucked up and you swear that you love me And i believe that your pills tell the truth. But i'm alone in our bed every Sunday It was just the uppers, it wasn't you. And you say I need some counseling. Oh fucking please! You say i need some counseling 'Cause I slit my wrists a few times before. You say I need some counseling. Oh fucking please! You say i need some counseling, What if i rather die than be always ignored?
6.
There's no need to lie to me When the lights are out inside of me It's clear enough that I can't see But it's been so long that I don't miss it. I rather pay a routine visit To your doctor with the filled prescriptions. He's a very fine physician An addiction salesman on commission. I'll take what I can and leave you the rest I don't have a plan Just do what feels best. oh, do what feels best. I just want to be pure I just want to be pure again. I just want to get cured I just want to be pure again. I just want to be pure I just want to be pure again. I just want to get cured I want to get some pure again.
7.
Joel 02:55
I can't get you to stop Your stomping around in my box. It's all night, it's non-stop, You flip and flop and you drop. Why can't you just stay put? For two seconds in the same place, put? It seems like you're being chased, fool! I'll lock up my doors just in case Cause it's driving me crazy, crazy, crazy. Oh, Crazy, crazy, crazy. You're awfully shady, greatly rangy and so fucking deranging and rearranging lately. Why can't you just stay put? For 2 seconds in the same place, put? It feels like I'm being chased, fool I'll lock up my doors just in case Cause it's driving me crazy, crazy, crazy. Oh Crazy, crazy, crazy. You're awfully strange, man, greatly rangy and so fucking deranging and rearranging lately.
8.
D, E, A, D 02:15
Here is the measure For the things you'll never achieve. Safe in the pleasure Of the everything else can wait. Not so delighted with the outcome in the end. But it was required that you be a loner again. It's not like it's gonna change the matter. In substance its the same, it shatters. It's not like it's gonna change the matter. In substance its the same, it shatters.
9.
Matchbook and I Are strolling down the avenue. I keep my head down as to avoid the passer-bys. Matchbook and I It's been a rainy week, alright. What is the point of carrying wet phosphorus? As for me, I'm shifting underground. Can't you see that My lies are running out? Matchbook and I, We fail to keep ourselves dry. I'll leave u behind And find a better alibi. As for me, I'm feeling lost and found. Can't you see that my lives are running out? and i'm not offended that our days have ended, no. i am feeling splendid being unattended, oh. there's no harm intended but i just pretended it all. and i'm not offended that our days have ended, no.
10.
What's inside the rind that's worth staying around for so long lost inside my mind? Like a scribble on a loose-leaf sheet of paper you can't find. But you know it must be somewhere Caught between the squeaking dresser and the shut blinds. But you won't turn on the lights and You just can't remember quite why You were trying to find an excuse so polite For having lost her number in your sweet tormented slumber Now your comfort's been outnumbered by your loss. Well, I just want to set free, The dawning day's police is out to get me I can't even feel the freezing wind that raped me My teeth are numb And my wit seems gone And to sum it up I think I'm stuck Cause I've come to see That at least for me Too much is never enough. Well, I just want to set free, Cause lately I've been feeling like a palm tree Yeah, I sway around pretending to be lovely But my roots are mild, and I'm volatile And I don't belong Standing proud and tall I break up and splinter In this New York winter Like a sideless center But too much is never enough. Too much is never enough.

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Self-produced debut album, Strung Out, featuring 10 original tracks born in Brooklyn, New York. Recorded using only acoustic guitars and vocals, Strung Out touches the heart with its thought-provoking, irreverent, and sincere lyrics.

Filled with Elliott Smith-like despair, the curtain rises with The Ashes Keep Returning, an uptempo soliloquy that circles aimlessly around the ideas of rightable wrongs, rotten time and forgotten memories. I'll Never Play with Knives Again, a near-death experience memoir, stands out with it's melancholy-filled nylon string arpeggio and vocal harmonies. Other noteworthy tracks include Joel, for its Southwestern boot-stomping feel, D, E, A, D, a sweet ballad about finding comfort in defeat, Matchbook and I, for its amped-up New York urban pedestrian vibe, and the closing track, What's Inside the Rind?, an existentialist poem reminiscent of a younger Conor Oberst.

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released June 9, 2011

Music and Lyrics by Renee Goust
Guitars, Vocals, Mixing by Renee Goust
Album Art hand printed by Renee Goust

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Singer-songwriter Renee Goust aka "La Centaura del Norte", who grew up on the US/Mexico border, writes bilingual songs about gender equality, the LGBTQIA+ experience, immigration, and other social justice issues. They have performed at Lincoln Center, Guggenheim Museum, and Brooklyn Museum to name a few. Renee Goust has appeared on Billboard Mag, Rolling Stone Mexico, Latino USA, among others. ... more

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