Get all 11 ryan sutherland releases available on Bandcamp and save 35%.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Sutherland II, Church Bells, Whale Hunt, Ryan Sutherland, Gideons Bible, Loner's Paradise, SleepWalker, Promised Land, and 3 more.
1. |
All Those Tears
02:07
|
|||
|
I see you walkin'
Unseen Tears stream down your face
I felt compelled to tell you
All my doubts had cleared without a trace
Chorus
All those tears subside
All those tears subside
All those tears subside
Giving fear to hide
Darlin'
Fear is just a trial
Just give it a day or two
Think not of all the vile
Pain
That we have all been through
All those tears subside
All those tears subside
All those tears subside
Giving fear to hide
Bridge
Under the canopy of stars we lay
Giving no thought to yesterday
Forever in this moment we stay
But shall that fear return
On my knees I pray
|
||||
2. |
2 Bedroom Apartment
03:32
|
|||
|
Staring at the face of this ugly old man
He can't drink no more
Face stuck in the wall
Looking up at me
In the great big window
Of our new, two bedroom apartment
Not sure what to do with my hands these days
They ain't never built nothing
Still standing
You're smiling down on me
I'm staring at the green, green grass
Chorus
When you're up there in heaven
And everything is all clear
Do they say
"Put out that cigarette, you freak?"
Why are we trying to climb
Another peak?
Heaven's a two bedroom apartment
Staring at Jesus
With his angry eyes
Handing out my waifers
With the guilt implied
He said
" why are you hanging out
In this cold lonely place?
Heaven's a two bedroom apartment "
Then he said the strangest thing
He said
" Don't be a dick.
Well, maybe just a little bit.
Smoke if you've got em'
I really don't Gove a shit.
My blood is wine
I'm actually pretty lit."
|
||||
3. |
Sludge
04:05
|
|||
|
I saw it on
Your melted face
Fortune faded
From a desperate place
A desperate man
In a desperate state
Wants to destroy
The thing that he creates
Be he's too lazy for that noise
Spends his time
Drunk with the boys
He thinks he's the one
He's gonna change the world
Hes pulled to He shoulder
He ain't on the road
But even if he were
The roads blown to shit
He's Roland Deschain
Without the grit
White light
White heat
Staring deep into your pale blue eyes
Watch the blues as it cruises through
The crimson sky
Trouble in the big city
Toxic sludge corroding the streets
You never took your communion girl
What goes on,
Beneath them sheets?
I can't put my finger in the pain
But it's there to remind me when it rains
No lullaby
No fleeting glimpse
No blood on your fingertips
Oh, gods laughing at your plan
We've got nothing to show
It's letting go
Letting go
Letting go
|
||||
4. |
Midnight Mass
04:06
|
|||
|
I ain't going back to Sunday service anymore
Skin feels like it's itching
As soon as I walk through the door
Just eight years old,
Was told my soul
Was destined for the fire
If I did not confess the sins
I had committed
This is a place where noble men
Might come to listen
A place where peace and harmony reside
Now eat this dead gods body
We're giving every child wine
And pay attention to this part
I know you're drifting
You were baptized on these steps
Gifted the holy light
You were saved from future torments
You could never comprehend
And you were half your way to sleeping everytime
|
||||
5. |
Incendiary
03:22
|
|||
|
Man versus the vast machine
Shimmery diamonds holding up your strings
You're strung out on 52nd street
Charlie Parker justifies it
Even if you'll never find it here
One more adaptation of King Lear
Chorus
You're far too generous
Ain't a damn thing wrong with us
You're far too old to act your age
Weep for the end of an Era
Mascara running down your cheeks
It's the thing you can't Unseen
Good things never come in threes
Incindiery
You're far too generous
Ain't a damn thing wrong with us
You're far too old to act your age
What happened man?
What happened to your plan?
Slow degradation of a decent man
|
||||
6. |
Psych Ward Blues
07:49
|
|||
|
Don't call me your brother
You ain't earned the right
Don't call me your brother
You ain't earned the right
To say that to me
We may share the same blood
That don't make us family
Now you say you just want to move one
But you don't really know what that means
No you come here
And you say you want to move on
I don't think you know what that means
Now,
Running away from your pain
And moving on
Are two very different things
Check into strong hospital
Psychiatric wing
Checked myself into the strong psych Ward
For My sanity
I will not lie
I truly wanted to die
I was so tired
I was so tired
I was so tired
24 hours in a little room
25 patients
Varying degrees of pain
I only wished to call you baby
They took my telephone away from me
Later on, I saw a homeless man on Monroe Avenue
Looked him in his sunken eyes
He looked so familiar
I'd seen him before
Where could it have been?
You know,
We don't all have family
We don't all have a home
Some people are astranged from their families
Some people have lost their happy home
With no place to go
So you better have compassion for those
Who truly have the blues
A blues like I ain't never felt before.
This could easily be you
Or me
Any one of us.
Now, I'm going home
Goodbye
|
||||
7. |
Keep Breaking Down
03:33
|
|||
|
Keep Breaking Down
those mental games
Testing your mettle
Don't be afraid
Shedding your skin
Till they can't see a thing
Merge with the hive mind
Don't be afraid
Skin you alive boy
Ye of little faith
Hand that has fed you
Fought to contain
Chorus
Gotta maintain that you're always afraid
Gotta keep you docile and ashamed
I don't exist without your faith
My blood and body are your only saving grace
Down on your head I'll bring this whole damn place
I've got some aggressive tactics
Feeling guilty on my gilded mattress
Got years of practice
Being a low down
Son of a batch
Don't you know it's the season
Season of the witch
Flaws in laws make prison bars
Well placed in plain sight
Holding tight
They're gonna get you
Gonna get you
After you die
We've gotta transcend these shitty human limits
|
||||
8. |
||||
|
Pull myself out of bed
There's black coffee waiting
And them grounds give me strength
While the moon it simmers
and steams
The world is burning outside
And I've
Gotta go about my business
And get ready for work
Open the door to my rusty old car
Drive down to the factory
Making respirators for a city that can barely breathe
At night chasing something in my head
Trying to rise far
Beyond my means
I'm gonna make it
By God I'm gonna pack up my things
Gonna hit then road
I've got a feeling this city needs me
Or do I need it
Desperately
Chorus
Everybody's trying to leave Upstate new York
Everyone wants to live somewhere nice and warm
Leave everything behind them burning down
Damn the cost
There's a better world somewhere
Down south or the west coast
Thats every bit as bad as this place I'm told
And
I can't save a penny for no one
I can't save a dime
I can't save a dime
Boss man calls me upstairs
He ain't got nothing nice to say to me
He says my work is suffering
This is my final warning
I've got two much on my mind
To see anything
in front of my face
Not a soul in the park
The morning after the riots sparked
Just some crows flying over
And the cinder soul of the city slipping away
It's business as usual
People going about their day
But what the hell could we do
This machine will not stop
It'll run without you
So why not run away
Chorus
Sad cities turn to ghost towns
Abandoned buildings speak
Of the beauty
Somewhere beyond this place
But it was here at one time
And all thats here
Is a monument to broken dreams
This was once a beautiful place
And make no mistake
If you wipe the grime away,
You'll see a light that went somewhere down the drain
And I'm putting in my two weeks
I'm gonna do the same
But somebody's gotta stay
Somebody's gotta pay
Who the hell wants to rebuild
Who the hell wants to pray
I'm just a peice of this machine
Gotta get out before the wheels roll over my dreams.
|
||||
9. |
Yuletide Regrets
04:26
|
|||
10. |
Breathe
05:49
|
|||
|
Nothing in my head is anything
Nothing in my head is anything
Why are you so sad?
Why are you so sad?
You can't pretend that you're anyone
You can't pretend that you're anyone
Why are you so sad?
Creatures thay crawl
Snicker and snear
Steer clear
You'll get shrapnel in you're ear
Why are you so sad
You're sitting there in a transe
It's unshakeable
Your mind keeps reminding you that
You're not good enough
Chorus
When you gonna stand up?
Levitate to that place
They can't hurt you anymore
When you gonna stand up
To yourself
It's more than what you think
It's more than you feel
Take a deep breathe
It's the only thing that's real
Anyone you want
You could be anyone
Anyone you want
You could be anyone
Why are you so sad
Why are you so sad
You try to hurt as quietly as you can
But I can sense it
I am paying attention
Why are you so sad?
Why are you so sad?
How many time are we gonna do this dance
I've had it up to here trying to fix this
Chorus
|
||||
11. |
Black Cats On The Moon
04:38
|
|||
ryan sutherland Rochester, New York
A singer songwriter Living & working in Rochester , NY. Weird chords, and Slide guitar
If you like Sutherland II, you may also like:
24th Street Blues
by Tom Heyman
Tom Heyman documents life in San Francisco circa 2023, refusing to succumb to easy characterization & instead capturing the city’s nuance.
go to album
Thoughtful and poetic folk with a Cosmic Americana flavor from the Brooklyn singer-songwriter.
go to album
Echo Dancing
by Alejandro Escovedo
The legendary Alejandro Escovedo returns with another country-rock scorcher.
go to album
Careless by Contrast
by Kaz Mirblouk
Driven by guitars that are by turns intricately melodic and gravelly, Kaz Mirblouk's sophomore album is highly enjoyable rock music.
go to album
Imitate, Intimidate
by Kaz Mirblouk
Extra-riffy guitar rock gets dosed on this psych-tinged release, straight out of Southern California’s still-kicking garage scene.
go to album
Mystic Hits
by Sugar Candy Mountain
Ash Reiter and co. dial in just the right amount of psychedelics on this album of outer worldly cosmic surf pop.
go to album
Move To The Trees
by Winter McQuinn
Winter McQuinn mixes soft rock and psychedelic folk for a sound reminiscent of classic pop purveyors like Cut Worms and the Lemon Twigs.
go to album
