Branch Water is:
Frank Chapman Jr. - Lead Vocals and Harmonica
Nick Lewandowski - Guitar and Vocals
Ryan Parsons - Bass
Steve Gomez - Drums
All Songs Recorded at Full Force Studios in Ronkonkoma NY
Woke up on the couch and I reach in my pouch for that shit that made Stevie wonder. Roll up my morning doob, get high and watch the tube. Crawl my way through the next day’s blunder. If I could just keep my head I’d be as baked as bread. Stay stoned instead of losing it. Smoke all that I find, leave nothing behind. The only way to unwind is smoking shit.
Every day there comes a time and place when you feel the need to smoke a bowl to your face. Don’t take no time, don’t make no haste, you better smoke that shit before you fall out of place in life.
Stoner reflux. Stoner Reflux.
Please stone me to death, please crush me with hits and I swear I’ll always believe you. Mary Jane on my brain my thoughts can sustain. Do anything I feel I need. Our leaders should roast an herbal toast against the ignorance of all who oppose. Peace over power no longer shall we cower under a flag that would rather devour that worship you.
If I was high as God I’d believe the façade that I was worth being kneeled to. But I like the Reich believe we should fight and burn the books we don’t need to read through.
Stoner Reflux. Stoner Reflux.
So come on everyone. Let’s worship the sun. And love each other if the sky ain’t blue no more. And when we wake and bake. I’ll pack one for me, and don’t you know I’ll pack one for you too.
Stoner Reflux. Stoner Reflux.
It’s all I need. To set me free.
One Ticket Express
I got something to confess. I’ve been thinking about leaving all this mess for you to clean. Leaving all my stress. And I’m taking that one ticket express away from you.
Cause you always knew how to show me. That you’ve never know me. But I guess that doesn’t matter anymore. Cause I’m taking that one ticket express away from you.
I got something to confess. We lost our bassist to an Evangelist. He says my soul is gonna rot in hell. If that’s how you feel my brother, oh well.
Cause you always knew how to show me. That you’ve never known me. But I guess that doesn’t matter. Cause I sit with Satan.
I don’t wanna alone, oh yeah. I need some company to make it my own, just let me burn. Do you hear a single word I say? Oh yeah. Bought my ticket, threw out my bed. Threw out my bed.
We got something to confess. We’ve been thinking about lifting up that dress and… When was the last time anyone lifted up that dress and….
You always knew how to show me. That you’ve never known me. But I guess that doesn’t matter anymore. Cause I’m taking that one ticket express away from you.
I don’t wanna alone, oh no! I need some company to make it my own, won’t you come along? Do you hear a single word I say? Do ya baby? Bought my ticket, threw out my bed. Threw out my bed.
One ticket express. One ticket express and I’m gone. And I’m Gone.
And now I’m gone. I’m so gone. Breaking through these darkest days. In my heart in my brain I’m gone. I’m so gone. I’m so gone.
There I was just sitting on a Tuesday afternoon. Nobody’s calling, no breeze blowing my way.
If I could only reach up and harvest all the stars. You know I wouldn’t be stuck in this place.
Rain is cracking hard down on my window pane. The clock is ticking, tocking me insane.
Time is beating me over my weary head. I’ve never felt more alone than lying in your bed.
These last few weeks were sure to put me in my place. I can’t even tell when I’m sober but that’s ok I feel great. I’ve downed so many bottles just to erase your face. But still I wake from a deep sleep calling out to you. And I’m still calling.
My hands are trembling as I load the bullets in. How easy wouldn’t it be just to start all over again? With all life’s infinite outcomes I don’t know where to begin. Just the click of a hammer and I’ll never have to think again.
I’ll never ever have to think again, no. I’ll never ever have to think again.
Well I’m sitting trying to write this song and, I wanna complain ‘bout how the day ain’t long and, I’m drinking life up like a dog, but I’m still living with my Ma and Pa but, Let me tell you man, it ain’t really all so fucking bad. It’s just a matter of perspective. At least that’s what she said.
I really don’t know how to help you, so don’t look at me for the clues. What could I know? What could I say? We’re all lost in our own world anyway.
Now I wanna make it very clear that, you ain’t really welcome here cause, you’re willing to trade your entire life for a big old piece of that apple pie well, let me tell you, I feel like much less of a person today folks, because I ate McDonald’s for lunch, and I ain’t lovin’ it.
So long these things have stayed the same. Too deep this blood is at my waist. All of this time, you’ve been the one. Headstrong you stand in your own way.
So what do you think of that? First thing she says to me right off the bat. As I approach the steps. You see I was dumbed with confusion by the hostile intonations of her accusations…which happened to be:
What are you high?
What am I high? Well you know,
Shit yeah I’m as high as I could ever be, yeah. And I could give two fucks for your philosophy. Can’t you see it’s all me.
Let me feel alright. Euphoric afterlife.
If you like it, you love it set it free. If you like it and love it then hold on to me.
Haven’t you learned your lesson yet? Ten miles of regret you find yourself in a hole. Poking sticks into your soul.
He killed his Mama just getting milk. Time served for blood he spilled. He’d choose a weapon but he don’t need one. You see his threads are sharp as knives. He’d cut your life if you just walked by. He’s a mean mamma jamma feeling heavy as a hammer to fight.
If you’re a hard case and it feels right, then you’ll be front page, or on the news tonight.
Branch Water Thanks: All of our great fans and friends that have supported us, come to our shows, bought our stuff, and spread the word that we are here all the way back since the early Dry Heave days up through today. Epescially thanks to those of you who stuck with us and were supportive and believed that we would do something really awesome as we made the change from Dry Heave to Branch Water. We are so happy to be doing what we're doing now and we hope you enjoy the fruits of our labor with this EP. We would like to thank out families for being supportive and bringing us up in a way that made us the people we are today. We would like to thank all the great musical performers from all different genres, too long to list, that have influenced us growing up. Without those influences we wouldn't be making the music we make. We'd also like to thank and give a shout out to all the awesome bands we've met and played with along the way past and present including: Killjoy, Exemption, Pluto and the 2012's, Bangladefy, Shaun Lally, Live from Death Row, Mic Turner, Machine, shit theres a bunch more that we're missing and will kick ourselved for forgetting but if we've had a good time in the past you know who you are!
Frank would like to give special thanks too: My father the original Frank Chapman. Thank you so much for bringing me up the way you did. Thank you for showing me all the great music I've grown up on at such a young age. Thank you for grooming me to be a musician. Thank you for doing all the wonderful things that have given me the great memories influences I have. I think i speak for the whole band when I say thank you for letting us Jam in your basement for 4 years even when you were ill. Thank you for all the interesting life stories, hysterical jokes, unique humor, and great advice you've given all of us. I am so proud of everything you've done. I would personally like to dedicate this EP to your memory. Though you'll never hear it without you it may never have come to be, without you influence I wouldn't be in a band.
All songs written and performed by Branch Water. All songs Copyright 2012.