Next Time Try The Train EP

by Grainer

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Next Time Try The Train EP.

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released April 27, 2017

Brian - Guitar + Vocals
Chris - Bass
Tom - Drums + Vocals

Out soon on cassette and CD.

Email fylrecords@yahoo.com for more info.

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Grainer Oakland, California

Grainer is a crusty pop-punk band from Oakland, CA.

We like trains, booze and Rivethead.

FETC FOR LIFE.

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Track Name: HBIT
I fucked up, I’m homeless.
Wish I’d gone to college.
My greatest ambitions,
Are her love and beer
She hates me, I agree.
Wish I weren’t so comfy ,
In being a loser with nothing to steer me.

How was I supposed to know?
I’m Just a fuck-up I suppose.
Rejection hits you like a rail-tie to the teeth.
Where was I supposed to go?
I change my life like I change clothes.
Walkin’ around half drunk and wonderin’ where to sleep.

My life is so shitty.
Rode Oakland to Philly,
Just for her to tell me,
She no longer cared.
Ashamed on this curbside,
Just sobbin’ through her lies.
I think I just might die, if I don’t get whiskey!

I’m a miserable drunk
You don’t wanna know.
Tend not to have success,
Or know where to go.
I hate myself hating,
This life that I’m living,
And I just don’t know what to do.

I just don't know what to do.
I hate myself for hating you
And I just don't know what to do.
I hate myself and I hate you, too.

I’m a home-bum in training.
This shopping cart’s named after you!
Track Name: Desert Rats
Under the bridge floating through meth baggies,
And our broken dreams.
And even then our lowest low was out of reach.
The rain was fallin’ even harder than my hopes for dignity,
And the next morning would bring next to no relief.

Begging for rides from tweakers,
Scab-faced, itchy, looking half-decayed.
I guess that rocky bottom knocks out all your teeth.
Stuck on the desert asphalt, Oakland never seemed so far away.
We stuck out thumbs out and trudged through the summer heat.

Life gives you lemons, better chuck those shits at cars.
I've spent too much of my life drinking in freight yards and

Never gave a damn for consequences.
We’d just ride away from them.
Sleeping in the sand and under bridges.
Our lives never seemed so grim.

On our knees and praying for some water from the driver gods,
And we had yet to meet the Mormons,
Or the Mother-Fucking cops.
That night we froze under the stars
And morning brought the goddamned frost.
Chapter one of my life stuck in deserts with ’ole Dirty John.

Shivering next to a fire, it reminded me of you
And how cold that you could be.
And how cold that you could be.
The situation grew quite dire and
I wondered what you’d do .
If you were here instead of me.
Wish you were here instead of me

Don’t touch the white dog; he will maul your fucking face.
Hitchhiking brings out my hate for the human race.

Our lives never seemed so grim.
Track Name: Frozen Yogurt
I’ve been away and it’s been years.
Homecoming of realized fears.
They look like refugees under the overpass.

This town was always fucking hard.
The streets pocked, the windows barred.
Tent cities overflow beneath the broken lamps.

The ones who can are getting out.
The rest beg corners on a different route.
The stench of desperation thickens every day and you,
don’t fly the sign, you don’t survive the drought

But I love this town, and I always will.
Even if all the techies/yuppies invade from the ‘Frisco/Berkeley hills.
But I can’t pay rent without hustling.
Funny, when you are the bullshit that does you in

I hate to say that they were right.
Old stomping grounds have become blight.
Can’t even recognize the streets where we once lived.
Canondales and lycra suits.
Coffee shops and pop-up booths.
Frozen yogurt is the way it always ends

Recycling no longer worth the chase.
Skin color determines: shoot or taze.
Shopping carts and broken glass replaced,
By manicured perfection.
Yeah, it makes me want to break
Track Name: I Hate You, Maybe
Fourteen more miles and we’re there.
After that I just don’t care,
What happens to you, even If you’re left behind.

We’ve been together a long way.
Been sleeping with you every day.
But you’ve been squealing in my ear the whole damn time.

Can’t take this anymore.
I gotta pull the cord.
I gotta get off this train before my marbles roll away.
You’ve helped me out a lot,
But I’ve gotta jump the pot.
I wanna go stir crazy but I can’t move anyway

I’m sick of being cold,
And of being told,
To get a fucking job before I go sleep next to shit.
This life fucking blows.
Are these holes in my clothes,
Or in my logic that this would be a romantic trip?

The next time that I roll out of this place,
I’ll be heading for desert or rain.
The wheels are keeping time to my dismay.
With the tracks a steady blur, I roll away.
Even thought I’ve ridden all these years,
I’ve yet to find the romance in these tears.
So as I turn my back, I walk away.
I’ll never ride another fucking train!

Or maybe I’ll see you again next week...
Track Name: Half-Smoked Butts
Another fucking double shift.
Pick my feet up and pry my eyelids.
Open wide.
Hope I catch this train in time

My integrity is wearing thin.
So I spill my heart out with this pen.
Fill another notebook with my grief.
Spend another year in self-defeat

Bite my tongue.
Grind my teeth.
Just wish that I could distance myself from me.

I know I’m a basket case.
I’m just trying to erase,
All these thoughts running through my head.
This voice saying I wish I was dead.
Nothing gets better with time.
So sick of proving myself right
When time and time again.
I'll end up alone with this pad and pen

Fuck this city, fuck my friends.
I’m so tired of tying loose ends.
Just to burn them down.
I can’t stand the sound.
Of your voice anymore.
It’s driving me nuts
So sick of smoking half-smoked butts,
Just to calm my nerves.
I know there’s no cure for me.

So sick of proving myself right.
Nothing gets better with time.
So sick of proving myself right.
I guess It’ll all be fine.
So sick of proving myself right
Track Name: Diggin' Graves
One more memorial.
One more stepping stone.
This time I don’t think I can cry.
I saw you yesterday.
You seemed fine to me.
I can’t look your mom in the eye.

When are we gonna learn the wonders of prevention?
Stop talking shit and start to sort out our lives?
With enough cigarettes and this bottle of whiskey.
I just might sleep tonight.

They say 2016 is the year of death,
But we say that every year.
How many more of our friends with die this time around?
Spreading ‘round ashes and putting them underground.
With everyone taking their final breath.
I gotta say it’s good to hear
So-and-so quit drinking and finished school,
Quit slamming and smoking and being so fucking cool.

When are we gonna learn the wonders of prevention?
Stop smoking crack and start to sort out our lives?
With enough cigarettes and this bottle of whiskey,
I just might sleep tonight.

The hardest part is getting trapped inside,
This dream where you are still alive.
I gotta wonder who will be the next.
I can’t take this no more

Is it lame to wanna live forever?
Live fast and die young is so cliché.
I always thought that we’d do this together.
But now you’re gone and we’re still diggin’ graves.

(Brian)
They say 2016 is the year of death,
And everyone’s taking their final breath.
I wanna smack my friends who can’t maintain,
But instead I gotta ask if they’re O.K.
I’m sick of being that shoulder for all of my friends.
Is it community lack or coincidence?
I would've run away on the next east-bound.
But it’s the same out there as it is here now.
(Tom)
I always thought that we'd do this together
But now you're gone and it's just not the same
I always thought that we would live forever
But now you're gone and we're just diggin' graves

Is it lame to wanna live forever?
Live fast and die young is so cliché.
I always thought that we’d do this together.
But now you’re gone and we’re still diggin' fucking graves.