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Audatory Hallucinations
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A song about hearing voices and the way people look at me when I'm talking to my self in public. It's also about being on Lithium. A very decent recording! Definitely worth your time.
auditory hallucinations
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Acoustic folk rock. Outlaw Son AKA Timothy S. Epperhart writes plays sings and performs all his own songs, including covers.
Timothy S. Epperhart There are a lot of things that I'm interested in beyond being a musician, a poet or even a crazy person. Sometimes I might spout rhetoric just to see if you'll feed into it. I do that to my folks in real life too. To be honest I would like to post every song I've written with pictures and complete lyrics as I have worked on songwriting these past 10 + years. That work be a definite plus for my fans who have followed my music career. With life and music comes change. I keep an open mind to the world around me usually. I'm by no means so stuck on myself I can't or won't listen to other styles of music. My favorite format and style is probably "Acoustic Rock" - independently driven of course. Independent makes it possible to bloom into something much more than just a has-been on FM radio. I know it might seem a little overwhelming for most folks who get online to search for a song they may like to find a 29 year old man with almost 250 songs available for download. Some people may even be discouraged when they see my list of songs to even listen to one. Then again, some people have told me "Yeah you hear one you hear them all" - and I can completely understand this as I am always going to be me regardless. Anyways so yeah - I've been recording and writing songs for a long time now. That's not to say I actually draw a crowd or whatever when I play out. I really don't. In fact, I hardly ever let the public know that I play out when I do. I've always been this way. I see myself as a recording artist before a performer, performance wise I get all fucked up when I go out in public, I get to drinking. I forget the words to my own songs, because I have so many. It used to be like I could go out and feel good about playing my 5 favorite songs. Now it's like I get on stage and I'm thinking about what I'm going to play and end up just jamming some shit on drop d. There used to be places that I'd love to play who used to actually pay me 100.00 a night to get onstage for a couple hours and just go nuts. I fucking loved playing that bar because they never bullshitted me on my money at the end of the night. The regulars liked me because I used to go in every other day to get drunk, play some pool and hang out, but of course this was back when I was single. Don't get me wrong, I love my fiancee and we usually have a wonderful time, but I never get to get out and play my songs. Even if I did - I'm usually stuck on what I want to play over what I need to I guess.
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Peak #76
Peak in subgenre #11
Author
Timothy S. Epperhart
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Timothy S. Epperhart
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August 09, 2015
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MP3 8.6 MB 192 kbps 6:16
Lyrics
so on the bus this old black guy....that came up to me... Whattya do when you want to roll? Down that stream i go. Whattya do when you want to go? Everywhere's a way, there's a way out of the way. The shadows fall down (the rail), "come on down here" it's towns bound dear. Hey you - in the lights, far away nights, where are you? I wanna know what you think about, The rain fallin down? Walk around in circles, yeah around in circles. and people stare at me, Yeah people stare all at me. Yeah im talkin to myself in public Peoples talk about me They say what's wrong with that guy on the train That guy on the bus He's maybe insane With that guy over there with that stare With the; no underwear Whats wrong with that guy His crazy eye That wonder what your thinkin What the hell are you drinkin I wander what he's thinkin Yeah i wondered what that damned thing is stinkin That boat is waltz around the town Far i've found What the hell are you thinkin Maybe he's crazy Maybe he's lazy maybe a lie Maybe he's crazy Maybe he's lazy Maybe a lie Maybe he's crazy maybe oh baby Oh hi? Don't know where i am know am no more. Well they talk their shit about me Witch i don't really care No more they stare They fare what is air But they don't breathe no more They don't fuckin breathe those things no more I've wandered what their riddle The fiddle, don't you riddle? i've wondered what they talk about Who cares who fuckin cares? Ghost-down to the wayside Down into away side And here the plains they roll away Down into the stroll They waltz into the hole Under the oceans soul I hear a voice in my head sayin What am prayin To the rain to the pain Fall away from the only prayer Only fair I could the clowns singin Theyre waltzin to the rain Maybe they tire a real lie The fire inside I hear your in my head Auditory hallicnations it's said If brain's off/away I said audacity hallucinations Maybe a forest station Sang audatory hallucitions Maybe a soar or racin People hearin my old shy Maybe same old same old why Sang in auditory hallucinations Yeah maybe no sound im playin I can hear them voices sayin I can them voices sayin Down in the audatory hallucinations Maybe yeah i'm just sayin
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