Basement Session

by Tim Beavers II (solo)

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Recorded in the grimy basement at PBR House by Brian Bensom
All song written and perfromed live by Tim Beavers II

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released March 14, 2016

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Track Name: Self-Fulfilling Prophecy
The ladies, they all gather for the hanging of the rules.
The children sit through thirty-hour weeks at the schools.
I can't speak for everyone but I'll tell you what I've seen.
I've seen a million self-fulfillin prophecies.

I've seen my friends growing up, dreaming of a gun,
Going to do what they're told to until the deed is done.
Now I see em shipping off across an open sea
Like a million self-fulfillin prophecies.

The single working mother with a baby to protect
Prays that she'll find cover til she cashes her next check
And she weeps as she wonders if her babe will reach 18
Or become another self-fulfillin prophecy.

Now I'm trying to change things with my paper and my pen.
All those things I used to know; I'm learning them again,
And if this whole world is falling off, then what's that mean for me?
An unfulfilled self-fulfilling prophecy.
Track Name: Maria Doesn't Care
Your name is Maria,
I think you moved to New York
But I ain't sure, you don't answer anymore.
I wish you'd forgiven me, I wish things ended better
But you're gone with your lips and your Chicago Bulls sweater.
I washed my face, I combed my hair,
I had a big lunch, Maria doesn't care.

I went shopping, I hate shopping!
I was trying to impress you.
I got a top hat, a new tattoo
And a second-hand pair of boots
But you don't care, you don't care, you don't care, you don't care
How I am, what I do, what I say, what I wear.
Maria doesn't care.
Maria doesn't care.
So write a new song and grow out your hair, Maria doesn't care.
Talk real loud and try not to stare,
Maria doesn't care.
Track Name: Don't Feel Like Talking Today
I wake up alone
Pick up my phone
But never quite what to say.
I'm broke as a cokehead
And strung out on painmeds
I don't really feel much like talking today.

My therapist called
I hid in the hall
I never do know what to say.
Tell the doctor I'm bent again
Thinking about ending it
Don't really feel much like talking today.