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There's No End in Sight (september 2020 demos)

by Kyle Keller

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jimbo.town one of the best collections of demos i've ever heard. the amount of potential in these quick conceptual tracks shows how much is yet to come in Kyle's music. Favorite track: day21.
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1.
day1 01:32
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When the bullshit hits the fan I will start up my old van Tap the bellman, watch him ring Kill the people listening Cut the shit, man, it’s unwise There are bullets in your eyes I am not an evil man Walk it off (3x) Walk And before the bucket fills Seed the world with sleeping pills Carry all the sleeping ants Scare the sleeping elephants Alright Be the change you wish to see Do not wait for deities Let the bullshit set you free
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day2 01:44
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When God made them Do you think he made them different? Cuz I don’t think he did But I miss the point a lot And I overthink shit So maybe he did Keep a firm hand on the rudder And get us out of here and When this tallship finds the mainland I’ll buy you a beer Help me find home and I’ll buy you a beer
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day3 01:27
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I walked home all alone My shadow led the way I hoped that walk would last all day When you said, “Who are you? “You’re not the man I know” I left though I had no place to go All nightmares have to end But the question remains Will you be here when I wake? A red blur in the bush A cardinal takes to wing I watch, but I don’t see a goddamn thing
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day4 01:30
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day5 01:35
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I was running out of things to do Maybe you know me, but I don’t know you I saw you eating shit in seventh grade If there’s a worldly price to pay, I think you’ve fucking paid Big red blur (2x) Class is over but it don’t mean cock You’re tripping over all the curbs on my block I’m a romantic, so I have to say It’s really hot when you put your body in my way Big white blur (2x) It ain’t funny It ain’t funny to me It ain’t funny It ain’t funny to me
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day6 02:19
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I touched your face last night in the dark I’d read somewhere that true lovers know every contour I recognized your eyebrow shape and every beauty mark But it was all so fuzzy and undefined Could it be my touch was unrefined? If I hadn’t taken every slow second If I had searched as if there wasn’t anything to find Would I know the bending land my fingers walked? I left you there and took a midnight walk I felt that understanding of something I could not name Drifted in the air between my thoughts A bitter traveler anxious to be home
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day7 01:42
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Sex is just a lie I tell myself Sex is being drunk below the belt Sex sells hard and covers up its tracks Sex defends when honesty attacks But hey young man You’re so healthy Build a bridge Find a new way Tell me what I look like when I speak Tell me you feel safer around me Tell me I’m just the same And convince me society is to blame Well hey young man At least you’re sane I don’t have time for your complaining (kaboing bibbity bobbity bonk)
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day8 02:27
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My apartment has seen better days But yours is just the same Pay the good man for his trouble Shave the world and your stubble Can we pretend we’re somebodies Who make great art for moral companies There is a protest downtown today I’ll make a sign, I might be late Did you know that Mrs. Johnson has a son? I heard he’s a cop Fuckin’ pig Quit your job Aunty Linda put some shit on Facebook That’s like, “God bless our police “Thank the Lord for our police” I’d talk to her if I thought for a second that she’d listen to me I’m out of ramen, so cornflakes will have to do All these problems ain’t about me but they certainly involve me I’ve learned to garden and to build shelters too It ain’t the end of the world, it’s just a lengthy prelude I’m gonna buy a gun I’m gonna buy a handgun I’m gonna learn to shoot real good and Join the Socialist Rifle Association This is the late stage now And I’m in late-stage love Punch a fascist, quit your job And give me a late-stage hug A late-stage hug (3x)
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day9 01:19
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(people yelling)
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day10 02:01
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Down in the barn where we began A northern wind sweeps up a flame I try to put it out as best I can but You were the only son of a farmer I was the seventh of seven boys At fifteen, we kissed in the larder We were terrified of who we were I was a fool for wanting you (2x) My older brothers showed me a barn where They took girls and hid their booze Little did they know we spent our nights there With our bodies intertwined I was a fool for needing you (2x) You got married and had some kids But I can’t bear to lie for my whole life So I live alone and sit here missing That old barn and what we had And I was a fool for loving you (4x) Down in the barn where we began A northern wind sweeps up a flame I try to put it out as best I can but I give up when the ceiling falls I give up when the ceiling falls
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day11 01:02
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Just tell me what’cha want What’cha want What’cha want Just tell me what’cha want What’cha want What’cha want Just tell me what’cha want What’cha want What’cha want A bubble buster (2x) Just tell me what’cha want What’cha want What’cha want Just tell me what’cha want What’cha want What’cha want Just tell me what’cha want What’cha want What’cha want A bubble buster A bubble (uh) Just tell me what’cha want What’cha want What’cha want Just tell me what’cha want What’cha want What’cha want
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day12 02:07
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Moon, come with me I’ve got something special here Licks of fire in my outstretched hands Like a running cat with a bird in its mouth The broken screen won’t protect this hospital bed My dear daughter She’s a talker that one With her straight A’s, pale pink dress, and yellow teeth What a funny kid Nine going on thirty-three She’ll grow up, be just like me Not bald or anything Just a bright Appalachian kid My dear daughter Thank you for this
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day13 01:29
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Talk all braggadocious to me I’m not a one man army If you thought that you’d lead a cottagecore life Stand up to bang my wife No, you’re not a difficult person to pin No, you aren’t a victim of ungodly sin No, the word is slated to end Yes, there’s a chance you’ll make it around the bend Every verse leads to another inferior verse I hope you enjoy your stay in the universe All I need in life are nature and health food Hell, I’ll clean the toilets in the commune I can’t get sick off of my own shit So here’s another use for it I have become possessed by heroes Like Oprah Winfrey and Mahatma Gandhi Maybe Ellen before all that shit went down The Queen put a pride pin in her fucking crown I do feel sexually pressured I’m a lumosity within a lumosity I might even learn Italian If Italy’s still around when I’m twenty-three (4x)
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day14 01:35
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Why won’t the winds change? I can’t remember the last time I saw the rain Life’s a paradox With the chicken pox She’s a pretty old sound I hear the rain a’comin down On a music box Made of cinderblocks Keep whispering It’s listening
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day15 02:30
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chorus: I have forever to learn piano I have forever to learn to sing I have forever to write a song That keeps the people listening I have forever to learn piano I have forever ‘til forever’s done I have forever to make forever Before I am dead and gone verse: The future always mugs me The past treats me like shit The present’s hardly present And can’t even take a hit In my better moments I’m either drunk or high In my regular moments, I can’t do shit I’m too afraid to die (All together now!) (chorus) (Key change!) (chorus) (Slow part now. That’s the stuff) outro: Keep the window open I wanna feel the breeze I’m going on about forever But it’s just a tease I see forever in your footprints As you lead me home I see it more in welcome mats and Less in Ancient Rome I see it in the drunken midnight Talks and quiet mornings I see it in the way you brush off Needless safety warnings I see it in piano Which I’m not good at yet But I’ve got years to learn it So I’m not all that upset
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day16 01:21
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Mama, mama I’m ready to be bathed Bring in my baby bubble buster I’m bout to get laid Tell all those horny motherfuckers To lend me an ear Tell all those sexy tired truckers To park right in here I’m in a fussy pussy mood I’m tired of all these fights Put some Santana on And turn out all the fuckin’ lights Too many customers have Come in through my front door! Hun, you’ll have to access through the rear If you’re still wanting more Bring in the sleepy six-pack Jimmies With their jangling keys Bring in the landlord under whom You cannot live in peace This is the Bubble Buster Club It ain’t a holy place! So forget busting on the floor, Just bust right on my face
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day17 01:41
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Sing me a song before I go I’ve been in bed for half a day I won’t get up but that’s okay Sing me a song before I go You’ve been a partner like no other Thank my dearest son and brother Sing me a song before I go I wish I did not have to leave At least you’re sitting next to me as I do Sing me a song before I go And though I know not where I go Your song reminds me of home Sing me a song before I go (2x) Sing me a song before I go I’m going to the countryside The world from which I’ve tried to hide Sing me a song before I go I’m going to the countryside
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day18 01:36
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Before you came to my place I wasn’t aware of you (2x) Before my cat ran away I wasn’t aware of you (2x) If history has taught me one thing It’s that ruined empires can stay awake Even if the world is sleeping Lemme consult my third eye Maybe drugs and parties don’t go side by side That’s an inference That’s a guess That’s an outright lie Last month I was really, really sick My cat was scared of me (2x) Last week, my cat disappeared Was it my fault? (2x) Is it a cop out to say No one is at fault here for the way things changed? For the way things are no longer okay? Lemme consult my third eye I know things aren’t the same for you since your mother died And now we’ve lost the cat, so what do we have left?
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day19 01:26
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Have you heard Of the rat’s waltz? All my friends Are going to the rat’s waltz Range Rovers, limousines Freshly-filled cavities At the rat’s waltz People from magazines and Ritzy art galleries At the rat’s waltz How could they invite such insolent trash? To the rat’s waltz While they’re all there, I hope the markets crash At the rat’s… I’m just unlucky, not inferior To the rat’s waltz I will make art that is superior To the rat’s… Like I need parties and fancy ball gowns I drive on highways and sleep in small towns I’m on the real shit, I don’t crave the schmaltz Of the rat’s waltz Oh hey, my invite got lost in the mail! I had plans with Jim tonight, but I guess I can bail I’m off to the land of caviar and pink salts It’s the rat’s waltz
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day20 01:29
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If I was you I’d be upset By all the shit that Connor did And all the shit that Connor said But I’m not you Keep it in mind Don’t let it slide You’re not the only one With time to bide So bide your time Maybe we’ll jump him this Sunday At the Ratboys show I’m not ridiculous I’m just… considerate? He’s just a shitbag You can’t overthink it Keep making music It seems to keep you sane In the meantime jerk off to the fantasy of me putting my fist through his brain How does it feel? I mean, it can’t feel good, obviously, but, like, what are the specifics? I know you’ve never not been in a relationship before, really, not since before high school, so it must be pretty weird. But, I mean, it’s not like it’s your fault or anything. It’s Connor’s, man. Fuck him.
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day21 01:12
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I am a patch of grass in an office park That nobody’s ever stepped on Every week a man rides through on a rideable lawnmower You think he’d jump off at some point But he’s in a hurry, boy oh boy To get where he’s going Where is he going? I am a tree on a distant mountaintop I have grown for eighty years From where I stand I can see the Grand Tetons turning pink in the setting sun But never the people (no, never the people) No, never the people (no, never the people) Do I exist? Do I exist? Do I exist?
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day22 01:00
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Take my shirt off, fold it gently It’s a little warm in here Slide your fingers below my belt I can make you disappear There’s a learning curve to lovin’ Don’t let ego have its way Duck your head down, get to rubbin’ I can show you how to parlay Aw yeah, aw yeah Bubble buster, baby Aw yeah, aw yeah Bubble buster, baby Aw yeah, aw yeah Bubble buster, baby Aw yeah (3x) Oh yeah
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day23 00:59
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day24 01:30
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day25 02:06
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Okay, so The other day I was Googling baboons Don’t ask me why That’s a whole different story But I found something kinda cool (at least to me) It was a job application for a research center in Kenya, right in the middle of a jungle, side-by-side with a population of Kenyan baboons. A study opportunity for young wildlife biologists looking to get work experience and eventually start their own study project. Ideally in Kenya, ideally with baboons. And some of the job qualifications they listed were absolutely wild! I’ll list a few for you here: Willing to learn to ride a motorcycle Willing to probably get sick Willing to crack a bunch of jokes and just generally wholesale not be a dick That is really rare on job applications! Super rare, super cool. It was getting late in the night as I read this, and it started to hit me that this was a life right in front of me that I could lead if I wanted to. Except… I probably won’t. I don’t think I’ll ever go to Kenya to study baboons, as cool and amazing as it sounds. There's just too much else that I want to do. Here. Not really in Kenya. And in other places besides Kenya… And it really shouldn’t hit hard when somebody tells you you’re not going to go study baboons in Kenya, probably. It shouldn’t hit hard when somebody tells you that you’re probably not going to be able to do everything that you want to do in life. But it does. And that was a lot to take on in the middle of the night.
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day26 00:43
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day27 01:32
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I can spend hours at bus stops Waiting but never getting on I know if I go somewhere, I’ll wanna leave, so I don’t I know if I just stay here, I’ll figure out where to go Waiting gets easier every day I’m never disappointed Never disappointed Never disappointed
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day28 00:47
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I know a guy Can control time He’s waited years To tell the world But when he does He’ll guarantee To use his gift For world peace I know he’s not an evil man You can trust me on that Could you imagine what it’d be like if he was? Pure hell Good thing he’s not
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day29 01:20
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Torsos unbending Wet floors Closed doors Beginning’s ending Young trash Car crash It’s not a padlocked closet I left to wander around Straight talk, maybe just a little bit I left to wander around No nonsense Time for gibberish Eat nada Live carnivorous There’s a damp, dark room by the pool Where my face runs hot and the air runs cool Time is a privilege Keep talking, maybe I’ll consider this Night swing, revolving Sweet rainfall looming, evolving I’ll live in two Strange dimensions One for love One for defending Peace, trust, understanding There’s no end in sight
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day30 01:33
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I’m way too tired for Gettin’ up I’ll stay right here Can you believe September 30th came on time this year? Had a few shots Wasted them all on cheap beer And a tattoo of a dying man With a thought bubble reading “all life starts here” What do I want? I’m not picking up what I’m saying They say the future’s a horse-riding dog And I was dumb enough to believe it You and I We play chicken with our deepest fears We fight the wealthy with plastic toothpicks We giggle through our tears, tears, tears

about

A few months after big fanna life tho. might sticka round., I was trying to make new stuff and getting nowhere fast. Around that time, I was also getting super into Japanese Breakfast, and in the process of doing what I normally do for most musicians I get super into (reading Wikipedia pages, listening to early material, trying to feel better about my path into musiciandom), I stumbled across Michelle Zauner’s first project under the Japanese Breakfast name: June, an album of thirty songs made in thirty days.

It became apparent after listening to a few tracks that June’s main selling point is potential, not polish. But I was desperate to make something. So, after running it past some friends over Zoom, I figured, “what the heck? I’ve got nothing going on this month. I’m going to write, record, and edit thirty songs in thirty days.”

So I did. And here we are.

All these songs are listenable — I made sure of that — but not all of them make it easy. Some songs are absolutely cover-your-ears awful; some are mediocre, forgettable, dead on arrival; and some have serious potential that I’ll be exploring in later projects. Instead of just the acoustic singer-songwriter stuff you’ve seen me do already, I made some horny funk tunes. Some scratchy punk. An… emo-adjacent song? Sort of? A few bare-bones acoustic ballads, because I am who I am. And a hell of a lot more that’s hard to categorize.

My hope with this project was to make a lot of rough finished products (check), explore genres I love but might not be very good at (double check), and maybe even motivate someone to try this on their own, the way Japanese Breakfast did for me. If you want to make stuff but keep getting stuck, I can’t recommend this enough. Done is better than perfect.

My personal favorite songs are day9, day11, day25, day27, and day30. I was going to make a list of songs for you to avoid, but you’ll just have to figure that out for yourself.

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released October 2, 2020

Written, performed, and mixed by Kyle Keller.

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A kid making story songs out of his 2003 Toyota Camry.

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