Strung Out

by Renee Goust

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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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Track Name: The Ashes Keep Returning
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.
Track Name: I'll Never Play with Knives Again
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?
Track Name: There's Nothing I Can Do
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.
Track Name: In Your Sleepless Bed
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.
Track Name: You Say I Need Some Counseling
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?
Track Name: I Just Want to Be Pure
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.
Track Name: Joel
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.
Track Name: D, E, A, D
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.
Track Name: Matchbook and I
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.
Track Name: What's Inside the Rind?
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.