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Unplugged

by P.H.F.

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1.
I’m only eating this cos you are, I just do what you do I’m just so tired of my own excuses I still feed to you when did we decide to settle down you say you feel the same way I’m only sleeping because you are, I just do what you do I’m just so tired of my own excuses, I still think are true when did we decide to settle down you say you feel the same way
2.
More/Marsh 02:37
change the song it’s boring, just hold on ‘til morning write me back again, I’ll just change my pin I’m holding back that’s why, I keep myself on high pretty polite and shy, it’s all a lie I got discipline stick around the cornfed, stick out like a toothpick always asking why, pretty polite and shy thinking about the train, biting my nails again it’s just the reason why, it’s all a lie I got discipline change the song it’s boring, just hold on ‘til morning write me back again, I’ll just change my pin I’m holding back that’s why, I keep myself on high pretty polite and shy, it’s all a lie
3.
Slur 02:44
they got a tongue that twists and turns and spits, a pocket knife whatever fits a gallon cold, of liquor folded up, next to the speaker that preacher got a mouth on him, his shoes that shine, the widest brim to tip his hat to all the choir coming through the speaker I love my flag, I love my lawn but I’m told soon, this will all be gone but I’ll sit here in my old wooden chair cos I wake up at night and I am sweating with a fever they got a gun to shoot to kill to sit with on my lap and polish it with the blackest coal from Boothill sold at Texaco don’t he slur his words and speech the drawl and drip, the chew and spit of all of it a gallon cold of liquor sold at texaco don’t he slur I love my flag, I love my lawn but I’m told soon, this will all be gone but I’ll sit here in my old wooden chair cos I wake up at night and I am sweating with a fever
4.
why does anyone care why I brush my hair certain people came here I won’t even care by my window I stare, with that fresh-ish air, just blowing in my hair I wanna go out tonight hurt and often I swear, I won’t even care all these people came here I don’t even care by my window I stare, with that fresh-ish air, just blowing in my hair I wanna go out tonight
5.
Pretty 01:05
wave to my reflection, it is cold in the wind easily influenced, just the thought of you will back to the city, so much easier back to being pretty, so much easier but all I feel is blame
6.
sold my brand new white Cadillac, to the devil himself he aint coming back he said son you don’t do the things you said you'd do I told my mom I’m never coming back, I sold my soul to a man dressed in black I told her that I would do what I said I’d do but the claws digging in my skin on my shoulder I’m living in sin and the colder it gets round here I’ll just forget it all the same and keep moving on throw my woes on that old train track I’m gonna hunt him down that man dressed in black I want to make him shake and shiver in his boots and tell him to take that thistle out from my spine so I can tell my mother I’m doing fine I want to do the things for her I said I’d do but the claws digging in my skin on my shoulder I’m living in sin and the colder it gets round here I’ll just forget it all the same and keep moving on
7.
I don’t know her I don’t myself either I wish I could just get out, wish I could just stay cleaner wish I didn’t sit around all day and think of all the million ways that I could be better someday I hate my job, I think I just hate the people wish I could just get along, I never really got appeal I could fill another ashtray and think of all the million ways that I could be better someday
8.
Skincare 03:42
All the time you were King Kong Nobody noticed anyway But gathered round when you were gone Parasite feed on decay Nothing is ever good enough but I can always wash my face something to clean fill it up I just want them to be okay Just imagine what you’d do But I can’t do it with you Pull the car up to the back Keep it secret cut the slack Hopefully I’ll lose my grip Maybe it will be today Somehow ways I’m always if I just want be okay This year can’t get worse enough Tip toe round and find your way All my prayers aren’t good enough I just want them to be okay Just imagine what you’d do But I can’t do it with you Pull the car up to the back Keep it secret cut the slack All the time you were King Kong The ones that mattered anyway I can’t believe it’s been this long I still think of you everyday
9.
Sometimes 03:44
my lips so dry, from kissing your cheek, I know it’s wintertime and I can’t sleep too well when I know somethings wrong with me I get by during the week, can’t wait for summertime so I can sleep more well than when I know somethings wrong with me sometimes I want my mother’s arms and live at home forever sometimes I don’t know what went wrong, I never do nothing to anyone I keep a nail dug in my palm, I hope it doesn’t bleed all on your arm when I know there’s something wrong with me I put it on you, like I’ve no charm I keep my head down, I try self harm when I know there’s something wrong with me sometimes I want my mother’s arms and live at home forever sometimes I don’t know what went wrong, I never do nothing to anyone
10.
tear me apart I am lost at a moment’s notice pray for me till I fall apart I’m torn in two and thrown to the dogs break my heart you don’t notice right from the start I am lost at a moment’s notice stay with me till I fall apart I’m torn in two and thrown to the dogs break my heart you don’t notice

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A collection of stripped-down acoustic versions of old + unreleased P.H.F. songs, available digitally and on cassette.

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released May 14, 2021

Produced, mixed, written and performed by Joe Locke/P.H.F.

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