The Happy Hunting Grounds

by Badfellows

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Recorded in 3 days in April at the Hideaway in Exeter, NH.

Recorded, produced, and mixed by Evan Paraskos

Mastered by Evan Paraskos and Evan Yarmo

Thanks to all our friends for the unconditional love and for putting up with a lot of dumb stuff. We're 5 dumb people. Courtney's too far away to catch our dumb. Additional thanks to every band we've had the pleasure of playing with. Bonus thanks to Tyler Hallett, Fugue State Productions, Eric Walker and the Sound it Out gang and Chris Tremblay for being a drunk on our album cover. LOVE 2 THA WORLD.

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released July 17, 2015

All songs written by Badfellows.

Badfellows:

Evan Benoit: Guitars, Keys and Vocals
Lucas Troy: Guitars and Vocals
Evan Yarmo: Bass
Ryan Egan: Drums and Vocals
Zachary Glennon: Cello and Violin
Courtney Williams: Vocals

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Manchester NH. Post-Folk-Indie-Rock.

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Track Name: Country Song
COUNTRY SONG, OR, ANOTHER NIGHT AT MCGARVEY'S

Joker’s on the rise, he’s got a bad tattoo
and it comes as no surprise he’s leaving with you
You always break my bones and send me home alone

And I don’t know what to think or do
All these spit covered words I sing to you
All the “I Love You”s and “Don’t Go”s end up on the ground

If you check your watch maybe it’s time to go
But I’ll miss all the symmetry, all the fallen leaves
All the swollen tongues, all the smoker’s lungs
and in the middle of the fumes there’s you.

Now the debt collectors, they call all day
So I divide my bucks, I pay and I pay
til I can’t pay no more - gonna find the happy hunting grounds

And the world’s on fire, it’s the end of days
the way Hannity talks my soul won’t be saved
so I’ll just go online and stare at a thousand screens.

If you check your watch maybe it’s time to go
But I’ll miss all the symmetry, all the fallen leaves
All the swollen tongues, all the smoker’s lungs
and in the middle of the fumes there’s you.
and in the middle of the fumes there’s you.
Track Name: Heaven
HEAVEN, OR, HOW I LEARNED TO STOP WORRYING AND LOVE THE GROCERY STORE

I used to riff a lot and write happy songs
Now I just sludge chords and whine
And you’re happy all the time
and I don’t know why.

Well I guess that’s how it is:
I get sick, you get depressed, we get together again.

-really incredible and technically impressive guitar solo-

And I never claimed to know what heaven’s like
but I imagine it’s a 12 items or fewer line
But so clean and so pure.
You’ve never seen nothing like this before.

Well I guess that’s how it is:
I get sick, you get depressed, we get together again.
And I guess that’s how it is:
I get sick, you get depressed, we get together again.
Track Name: Little Oaf
LITTLE OAF, OR, THE FIRST SONG
Track Name: Loud + Dumb
LOUD + DUMB, OR, GIN DRUNK ON THE FOURTH OF JULY

Hold my hair back as I get sick
In the pan you got from underneath the kitchen sink
This teenage lust is thickening like quicksand
As we lay on the second floor and listen to the neighbors fuck
Wish I was more like them: Loud and dumb.

If you want it, you got it
If you need it, well I need it too
If you want it, you got it now

Broken bottles and crushed up cans
surround me as I try to pass
Through the darkened rooms and hallways of your pad
Gin drunk on the Fourth of July
And the way you’re looking at me makes me want to die
It’s been a complicated life and tonight won’t change a thing

If you want it, you got it
If you need it, well I need it too
If you want it, you got it now
Track Name: To Call a Horse Another Name
TO CALL A HORSE ANOTHER NAME, OR, TO PUT IT SIMPLY, HORSE

I try to hide
when you came looking for me late last night
You were trying to explain
all the neurological changes going on in my brain

You can’t categorize -
You know you can’t hide as well as I can hide
Why bother trying to explain
Why do you bother giving a horse another name

Yeah I try to hide when I can
Try to get out in the sunlight so I can work on my tan
Trying to hide when I can
When I can

Yeah I try to hide when I can
Try to get out in the sunlight so I can work on my tan
Trying to hide when I can
When I can
Track Name: Glass Arcade
GLASS ARCADE, OR, THE EVER EXPANDING BALLOON POPS

Got so high I didn’t know my name
As we made out behind the glass arcade
Looking for something for just one night
And so was I.

Felt like I was gonna pop and I didn’t like the feel of that at all.

Drowning my headache till it calls it Quits
Fast forwards three years since my last split
Swimming through bars like a stupid shark
if I stop I’ll die.

Felt like I was gonna pop and I didn’t like the feel of that at all.
Felt like I was gonna pop and I didn’t like the feel of that at all.
Track Name: Ripoff
RIPOFF, OR, CRACKED SKULL

Jump when you ask me how to get high
And you make me want to die
like some gum you scraped off your heel

Skull getting cracked in the back of your van
I’ve been drunk since 9AM
and I’m not going to your place

Go if you wanna leave.
Go if you won’t regret a thing.

Waste, just the space and the time you gave.
And you don’t want to see my face
‘cause you don’t want to say my name.
Now you’ll never have to say my name.
Now you’ll never have to hear my name.
Track Name: Human Tycoon
HUMAN TYCOON, OR, FOR LACK OF A BETTER NAME

I’ve been hanging on the words you’re saying
for the last three weeks
I’ve been cutting all my cloth
out of your old bedsheets

But if I could only hold your hair
Wake up early on the other side of your bed
But I know I can’t

Now you’re saying theres a few more steps
in this dance till we reach the end
But I’ve been told that so many times
Now my clumsy limbs have gone dead

But if I could only hold your hair
Wake up early on the other side of your bed
But I know I can’t

But if I could only hold your hair
Wake up early on the other side of your bed
But I know I can’t hold your hair
I’m too busy holding myself.
Track Name: Thrift
THRIFT, OR, THE LAST SONG

Stranger walks into the room
They wrecked it and they left it.
Scratched marks and payphone cards
Left behind on the desk.

And I’m sitting here waiting
For the clock to go by
Paint evaporating,
not letting it dry

You don’t work here, I can find it by myself.
You don’t work here, I can find it by myself.
You don’t work here, I can find it by myself.
You don’t work here, I can find it by myself.

A lifetime of waiting
and coming up short.
Please check our ratings
in Consumer Reports

You don’t work here, I can find it by myself.
You don’t work here, I can find it by myself.
You don’t work here, I can find it by myself.
You don’t work here, I can find it by myself.
Track Name: Rose
ROSE, OR, A SAD SAPPY SADSACK SONG

Slow, calm like a tidal wave
Your limbs all around me
Your body surrounds me
and I sink when you’re on top of me
Our talking betrays me like it does with all the clumsy folks

like you.

Soft, sweet like a summer breeze
Your salt fills my belly
My bones become hollow
To refill with your endless songs
I can’t quite contain it
I can’t quite contain it

like you.