Nothing To Call Our Own

by The Bogarts

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Nothing To Call Our Own was recorded in four six-and-a-half-hour days in Los Angeles, CA with Alex Estrada at The Earth Capital. The cover photo was taken in Thousand Oaks, CA.

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released 29 May 2012

All music and lyrics by The Bogarts
Engineered by Alex Estrada
Artwork by Great Momo Industries
The Bogarts logo by Zack Sekuler
Also downloadable at www.artisticintegrityrecords.com

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Track Name: Bridge Burners
To all my friends, I am so sorry.
I didn't mean to crash and burn the bridges that made us who we are.
Oh well, I put money on that the next time you pass me on the corner, you wouldn't recognize what I've become.


I'm heading out now, just check me off now.

I'm nothing more than a hollow shell of someone you once knew.
I'll be nothing more then nothing, 'cause nothing is what I was to you.

Every callous on my fingers is nothing but a bad joke to you.
Yeah, can this life you live be so much better off?
So sorry to cramp your style of giving up.

Mother I can barely breathe now.
Can you please cut me down?
We grow up each day now.
Can you please bring me down?

I can't tell what's left now.
Please bring me back down.
Oh, are you going?
Don't bother saying goodbyes.
I doubt I'd even mind.

As you walk away don't look back,
'Cause there's no coming back from all of this.
As you leave, don't bother saying your goodbyes.
Track Name: Reflections/Clarifications
Look at me and tell me you see something different.
Cold sweats have always been my favorite pastime.
Look at me and tell me you think this is realistic.
I'm the same as I ever was, as sane as I ever was.

Give me something to look forward to, because I've never had that.
Tell me I'm alright; I'm gonna be just fine. Yeah, I'm gonna be okay.
Rip the heart off of my sleeve and shove it all down my throat;
Control me. Give me a reason to live, because I've never had that.

Where did all the time go?
When did we become adults?
How'd we come across responsibility?
I haven't finished everything I wanted to get done.
Well, I guess that's it, I guess I'm running out of time.

You said, "You should be successful. You should be something great."
I just wanna be something I'm not all ashamed of.
"You should be successful. You should be something great."
I just wanna be something I'm not fucking ashamed of.
Is that really too much to ask?

I'm standing by again,
As you go and live your lives.
I'm standing by again,
As you go and live your lives.
Track Name: Profiteering Scheme
So tell me, what's my main offense this time,
While you're selling forgiveness at a fair price?
But you can't forgive me for not buying in,
So sell it all to the Sunday high rule.
You're only there because of the fear inside you.
I'll manifest my own beliefs.

Look what you've done.
You've got the world in your hands,
Based on unreasoned beliefs.
Faith has become a profiteering scheme to exploit the common fears of men.

Feel more dead then alive these days,
But I can only be saved through faith.
It's such a beautiful lie they made,
That's got the whole world suffering.

So look at them go.
You know it's not too far off from all that's wrong in this world,
But salary can't hear a thing.
So father above,
If you're really listening...
But you can't hear a thing.

Look what you've done.
You've got the world in your hands,
Based on unreasoned beliefs.
Faith has become a profiteering scheme to exploit the common fears of men.
Track Name: Living
I can't think anymore, I can barely breathe.
Underwater, claustrophobia.
Breathe the water, it's part oxygen;
I'll survive, I promise.

We learn things by living.
I've learned I don't belong here.
I don't belong anywhere.
I don't deserve you, so I don't have you.

We eat shit with a smile; I am no different.
Yours tastes the best, but in the end it's still shit, and so am I.

We learn things by living.
I've learned I'm not worth your time.
I'm not worth anyone's time.
I don't deserve you, so I don't have you.

I don't learn things by living.
I've learned I don't belong here.
I don't belong anywhere.
I don't belong in this world.
I don't deserve you, so I don't have you.
Track Name: Formerly Known
Black water crawling thick through my veins,
As the tear drops fall down on your grave.
I remember talks we had about your wedding day.
I'm so sorry I couldn't find the words to say.

I'm so tired of not moving on.
Your memory will always live on.
I don't believe in a heaven, but I sure hope that you get there.

I know I'll never see you again.
I just watched you fall down my friend.

The day we put you in the ground I never felt so alone and scared, but now I'm living twice the life for you and I swear:

Now that you're gone, I celebrate the formerly known.
I'm dancing it up right now, for the two of us.
As I rot on the earth, just know I'm never gonna forget the times we had.
So just know,
Track Name: Half-Empty
I can't keep the motivation.
It doesn't matter how many pills I take,
But I still find myself addicted to coming short in every way.
So doctor, can you tell me,
Why is it that nothing's changed?
Because you don't need a diploma, to know that I'm the one to blame.

The bartender filled me half empty,
And I know others like me.
I fall asleep feeling lonely.
Never been so cold under these sheets.

I'll live twice the life as you and I'm never gonna stop,
Even if I'm half empty.
So live your life full of regret. When I'm gone I wont come back,
Even if I'm half empty.

If I sell my soul,
Instead of believing in myself,
Will this society start to accept me?
It seems each step I take is back,
Further from the status quo.
Can someone please explain why God wont speak to his people?

As I sit in my room,
My emotions are nothing.
God is a lie, a false presumption.
My emotions are nothing.
Track Name: Obsolete Motives
The swivel chair, the open book.
The words are jumping off the page.
Relatively equal, ancient technology.
We're smacking machines in desperate rage.

You gave me a stopwatch and told me to run,
And I flipped the switch and jumped the gun.
With the lights out,
We walked on the sidewalk and stepped on the cracks.

Bit by bit, I'm writing our lives.
I'm picking apart what makes us alive:
Theocratic beliefs, obsolete motives,
Bullets in each other's heads for equality.

You gave me a grenade and told me to run,
And I pulled the pin and ducked the guns.
With the lights out,
We stayed down in the ditch and avoided attacks.

Nothing to say, nothing to call our own.
Besides "I wish I was dead" and the clothes on our backs.
We've grown used to the idea of "together, alone."
And we'll wait for the spotlight to be followed by the gunshot.
Track Name: Heavy Head
I'm obligated to feel like I'm not empty,
But when I'm chasing the bottom of this bottle,
You'll be there and you'll be watching me and telling me you're disappointed,
But you won't blame me for it.

Because even though I'm no longer alone,
My head is still weighed down by all the things I've done.
And even though I'm not longer alone,
My hands are as red as ever.

As the days go by, so do the weeks and so do the months.
The lies do too.
Just when I need to tell the truth, my throat swells up.
This is fucking important, it's a big fucking deal, and I'm vocally impaired.

Because even though I'm no longer alone,
My head is still weighed down by all the things I've done.
And even though I'm not longer alone,
My hands are as red as ever.
Track Name: Greetings From...
I'm sick and tired of the heads of state deciding,
When and where freedom is given and divided.
There is no reason behind Governor Brewer's findings,
It's just her racial prejudice behind the signing,

When will it be enough?

Burn the flag with your morals,
While I burn the border down,
Country of foreigners,
As history repeats itself.
Let the blind lead the blind,
As we act as the biggest prison in the world.
But since when do the prisons keep the prisoners out?

I'm sick and tired of what makes this country great being so far looked down on,
I'm sick and tired of racial intolerance in this nation,
But in the end it all goes back to the pilgrims,
The Irish's famine and the days of Martin Luther,

I have seen enough.

Burn the flag with your morals,
While I burn the border down,
Country of foreigners,
As history repeats itself.
Let the blind lead the blind,
As we act as the biggest prison in the world,
But since when do the prisons keep the prisoners out?

When did we stop choosing right over wrong?
Fuck the borders and fuck Governor Brewer.

Now that they're here they want out.
Track Name: Tempe, AZ
When all the right words have been said,
And all the wrong things have been done,
We'll be long gone, leaving only the skeletons behind.
They're in your closet, they're watching you lie to me,
Hands painted red, as red as my eyes,
After this month of sleepless nights.

I'll tell you now, I'd say we've had the best of times,
But I won't miss them at all.
We're driving off, leaving you in the dust,
Leaving you to take the fall.
I'll tell you now, I'd say we've had the best of times,
But I won't miss you at all.

When I'm rid of this god-forsaken place you call home,
You'll never see my face around these parts again.
No, I'm never coming back.
Oh no, I'm never coming back.

I'll tell you now, I'd say we've had the best of times,
But I won't miss them at all.
We're driving off, leaving you in the dust,
Leaving you to take the fall.
I'll tell you now, I'd say we've had the best of times,
But I won't miss you at all.

(Thanks for nothing. We're heading out now.)
(What's so wrong with wanting to go home?)
What bothers me most is that I haven't learned a thing from all of this.
Tempe, Arizona, Isla Vista: You all breed fucking assholes.
Track Name: The Offensive Rhyme
“Take a step back and wait son,
 as we watch the world fall down.

Realize the choices in your life,
 have more consequence then just to yourself.
These songs you're singing,
 won’t help anyone.”

So I’m writing this song just for myself,
And I hope that it offends you all.

I’ve got this pen and bloody fingers,
Writing songs nobody will like.
And as we all grow older,
My mind feels younger all the time.

“And don’t try or bother,
It won’t get you any farther,”
Is what the whole flock's telling me.
Excuse my mess, as I completely dismiss.
Common sense doesn’t make any sense to me.

I’ll waste my time,
'Cause that's how I picture life.
I’ll waste my life,
As I watch the world fly by.

I’ll waste my time,
But know I’ll be just fine.
I’ll waste my life,
As I amount to nothing in your eyes.
Track Name: Indecision
I don't feel a thing when you open up.
I have nothing to feel.
Pour your heart out on the table.
Cry over spilled milk.

Give me your skin and bones,
And I'll give your life some meaning.
Peel off the flesh, turn over a new leaf.
Snakeskin, we were so different once.

I found your hair in my bed today,
Maybe it's fleeing from you like I should too.
I'm still alone in my bed tonight, but I'm not sleeping.
The pictures in the ceiling are spelling out your name.

Give me your skin and bones,
And I'll give your life some meaning.
Peel off the flesh, turn over a new leaf.
Snakeskin, we were so different once.

Indecision, my oldest enemy.

Wasted effort on the intangible.
Preparation for nothing after all.
Skin flakes off onto the floor.
Dried and lifeless after all.