(Shower Beer) Rinse and Repeat (lyrics by Bryan Fylstra)

[Verse 1]
[Vocals: Rambling and conversational, sitting lazily behind the beat]
[Music: Hazy, wandering slacker rock groove]
Sitting on the floor of the shower... 
Hand on my head. 
Room’s full of steam, man... nothing but white noise in my head.
Burns on my skin but it doesn't hurt at all.
There’s a broken fan rattling up there... 
It doesn't take away the heat, but it’s something I need.
(Yeah, it's just what I need.)

[Verse 2]
[Droning bassline slides in, anchoring the acoustic picking]
[Guitars get a little more warbling and saturated]
I don’t wanna come out. 
Too many problems. Think I’ll just stay in here... 
Finish this shower beer.
You're out there. You wanna talk about the same old shit.
I don't need this, man. I don't need your shit.
It’s just my escape... a way to hide from the things I just can’t work out.

[Chorus]
[Music swells slightly but stays dreamy and apathetic]
[Vocals: Floating, tired, and melodic]
I’m not coming out. 
Not gonna try to fix the things you say are wrong with me.
There’s nothing wrong with me. 
You just wanna fight... wake up the night...
Make the neighbors call the cops again.
Make me walk out when you know I can’t drive.
(You know I can't drive, man...)

[Verse 3]
[Music pulls back to just the hypnotic fingerpicking and drum beat]
[Electric guitar noodles quietly in the background]
Go ahead... tell all your friends how I’m a mess.
How I don’t listen. How I’m not even present.
How I’m broken... how I avoid you. 
That I don’t even care.
(Just tell 'em whatever, man.)

[Chorus]
[Hazy, washed-out slacker rock groove]
I’m not coming out. 
Not gonna try to fix the things you say are wrong with me.
There’s nothing wrong with me. 
You just wanna fight... wake up the night...
Make the neighbors call the cops again.
Make me walk out when you know I can’t drive.

[Bridge]
[Music shifts to a slow, drifting, psychedelic instrumental break]
[Vocals: Deadpan, cynical, trailing off at the ends of sentences]
Fuck you... I can drive drunk. 
Done it before. 
I can take this pain to the other side of town.
Back to the same old dark bar.
(Yeah, the same old bar...)

[Guitar Solo]
[Wandering, hazy acoustic and electric guitar interplay]
[Warm tape hiss and a slow, hypnotic beat]

[Outro]
[Music starts to slowly fade, looping the same lazy chord progression]
[Vocals: Mumbled, fading drawl]
Double whisky neat.
Rinse and repeat.
Yeah... rinse and repeat.
(Just rinse it out, man...)
[Final warbling guitar chord rings out and fades into tape static]
[End]

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[Intro] [Loose, hypnotic acoustic fingerpicking starts up] [A warbling, phase-heavy electric guitar drifts in] [Slow, laid-back analog drum groove with a soft kick] [Vocals: A low, lazy, trailing drawl] (Yeah... just gonna stay in here a minute...) [Verse 1] [Vocals: Rambling and conversational, sitting lazily behind the beat] [Music: Hazy, wandering slacker rock groove] Sitting on the floor of the shower... Hand on my head. Room’s full of steam, man... nothing but white noise in my head. Burns on my skin but it doesn't hurt at all. There’s a broken fan rattling up there... It doesn't take away the heat, but it’s something I need. (Yeah, it's just what I need.) [Verse 2] [Droning bassline slides in, anchoring the acoustic picking] [Guitars get a little more warbling and saturated] I don’t wanna come out. Too many problems. Think I’ll just stay in here... Finish this shower beer. You're out there. You wanna talk about the same old shit. I don't need this, man. I don't need your shit. It’s just my escape... a way to hide from the things I just can’t work out. [Chorus] [Music swells slightly but stays dreamy and apathetic] [Vocals: Floating, tired, and melodic] I’m not coming out. Not gonna try to fix the things you say are wrong with me. There’s nothing wrong with me. You just wanna fight... wake up the night... Make the neighbors call the cops again. Make me walk out when you know I can’t drive. (You know I can't drive, man...) [Verse 3] [Music pulls back to just the hypnotic fingerpicking and drum beat] [Electric guitar noodles quietly in the background] Go ahead... tell all your friends how I’m a mess. How I don’t listen. How I’m not even present. How I’m broken... how I avoid you. That I don’t even care. (Just tell 'em whatever, man.) [Chorus] [Hazy, washed-out slacker rock groove] I’m not coming out. Not gonna try to fix the things you say are wrong with me. There’s nothing wrong with me. You just wanna fight... wake up the night... Make the neighbors call the cops again. Make me walk out when you know I can’t drive. [Bridge] [Music shifts to a slow, drifting, psychedelic instrumental break] [Vocals: Deadpan, cynical, trailing off at the ends of sentences] Fuck you... I can drive drunk. Done it before. I can take this pain to the other side of town. Back to the same old dark bar. (Yeah, the same old bar...) [Guitar Solo] [Wandering, hazy acoustic and electric guitar interplay] [Warm tape hiss and a slow, hypnotic beat] [Outro] [Music starts to slowly fade, looping the same lazy chord progression] [Vocals: Mumbled, fading drawl] Double whisky neat. Rinse and repeat. Yeah... rinse and repeat. (Just rinse it out, man...) [Final warbling guitar chord rings out and fades into tape static] [End]

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