Underwear, Guitars, and Whiskey: The Bedroom Recordings (Demo)

by Noah Packard

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My first set of recordings im putting out of original songs. Give me feed back and i hope to have a much higher quality album coming out in the next year. please excuse some of the more glaring mistakes with my recordings I'm still learning how to edit sound i just figured i wanted to start putting my songs out somewhere. here is there.

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released August 7, 2016

Songs written and performed by Noah Packard
special help from Ryan Dunn on Evolve and Walk You Home

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Track Name: Evolve (Apples in Maples)
Ive come to a new resolve

she said i changed i said i evolve

i had to learn to adapt

when my fears turned to facts


I learned to be happy you can’t ex-

pect apples from a maple tree

people are who they will be

no one changes only go through stages

grow you maple and block out the sun

show em rain down apples on everyone


i dont recognize myself

since you stored up on the shelf

I’ve grown since you saw me

exponentially


gotta ditch my old objective
i was so defective
trying now to perfect it
working with my new perspective


i learned to be happy you can’t ex-

pect apples from a maple tree

people are who they will be

no one changes only go through stages

grow you maple and block out the sun

show em rain down apples on everyone
Track Name: Walk You Home
You're stem cells
Cloning all you best friends
They can tell
That you only follow latest trends
You're warning sign
Wearing down hand me downs
You're about town with that satisfied frown that she wore first
You're a follower and you'd follow her like I followed you
but you just want to be pursued

I'll walk you home when you've finished praying to the porcelain throne
Purge your blood of the poison that you’ve got deep in your bones
Where were those friends when it truly mattered?
Were they worried about you or just smoking shatter
I'd love to lie but we both know they did the latter
I'll walk you home

Your stem cells
In a petry dish
You're alone
You think you're ok with this
Not martyr on a cross
A little girl Far away from home
Perpetually lost
I hope you spend tonight looking at the phone

you parasite in plain site
living off of others
both above and under covers
A duplicate
I can't forget
The carbon copy
Of something naughty
Copying them
Down to their body
I won't leave you cold
Even repeats tend to grow old

I still want you to make it home alright
since we don't talk it's nice how we dont fight

I'll walk you home when you've finished praying to the porcelain throne
Purge your blood of the poison that you’ve got deep in your bones
Where were those friends when it truly mattered?
Were they worried about you or just smoking shatter
I'd love to lie but we both know they did the latter
I'll walk you home
Track Name: Sugar
I miss the way you shiver in the summer
No matter how much you'd cover
Maybe I took things too far
That night we argued in my car
Now all cars seem to mimic
Your beat up silver civic

I bought some sugar to sweeten your tea now every morning he looks at me
He says you took to long to grow up
Now there's no sweetness in your cup
Being bitter always suites you better now your stuck with all this cold weather

We held hands in the center console
You loved me singing when I flared up my tonsils
And now I croon alone
Stare out my windshield and atone
Now all the cars seem to mimic
Your beat up silver civic

I bought some sugar to sweeten your tea now every morning he looks at me
He says you took to long to grow up
Now there's no sweetness in your cup
Being bitter always suites you better now your stuck with all this cold weather

We held hands in the center console
You loved me singing when I flared up my tonsils
And now I croon alone
Stare out my windshield and atone
Now all the cars seem to mimic
Your beat up silver civic

I bought some sugar to sweeten your tea now every morning he looks at me
He says you took to long to grow up
Now there's no sweetness in your cup
Being bitter always suites you better now your stuck with all this cold weather

I bought some sugar to sweeten your tea now every morning he looks at me
He says you took to long to grow up
Now there's no sweetness in your cup
Being bitter always suites you better now your stuck with all this cold weather