The Space Landing Wasn't Faked

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released May 1, 2017

Conner Hasbrouck, Noah Kellem, Chris Fisher (Banjo Bae)

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Three dude making some folk music. We moonlight as astronauts.

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Track Name: I'm Not Drank
Tomorrow morn I know well have a problem
but right now I just need a drink
its 10 pm and I'm not done god damn drinking
I ain't go fucking home

so let's steal a sign, don't need a reason why
let's saddle up and call another round
so let and dance and sing, it don't a mean thing
I don't have a plan to head on home tonight

4 rounds of darts and I think I missed the wall
I pissed off my ex-girlfriend with a call
its 1 am and I'm not done god damn drinking
I ain't go fucking home

so fuck that sign, and now it's mine
so let's saddle up and call another round
so let and dance and sing, it don't a mean thing
I don't have a plan to head on home tonight

my friends and gone and now the bar is closed
so I'm breaking in and I'm taking off my clothes
its 3 am and I'm not done god damn drinking
I ain't go fucking home

wait wheres my sign, god damn its mine
I swear to god I'll find another round
so let and dance and sing, it don't a mean thing
I don't have a plan to head on home tonight
Track Name: Day At The Races
I wanna do anything other than dream
Cause I know who'll be there
Waiting for me
It just tortures my mind, body, and soul
But admitting it now is uncomfortable
It's not like we had some passionate love
far from it in fact
just chance and boredom
But i've overthought it at least 1000 times
A day at the races
And my mind's first in line

Sitting at home waiting for word
But that word never came
I'm still hopeful it could
Was it somethin I said or I didn't do?
To bring forth this silent
Seclusion from you
Logic would say that you're just busy
But emotion trumps reason
Illogically
And I know I shouldn't care I know it's silly
But simply not-knowing
Is killing me
Track Name: The American Dream
well boy it's kinda funny, the attitude and all 
sometimes it just a burden to live like that at all
but sometime, sometime….it feels just right 

so perhaps Richard Nixon, or Marilyn Monroe                                              
or all those names in history that seem to make it flow
but then you see, then you see, now ain't that right

so bye bye bye miss America, we'll meet another day, another time
well I’m off to meet the country, and find my myself a dame
get locked up in the mountains and drive myself insane

so go and find a railroad,  skip and jump line
but ain't nobody running that since 1969 
so he calls, he calls,  he calls......he calls . he call it off

so it times its rather sickening what do and dare you say
your eyes will roll in disbelief, from thoughts of yesterday but then you see.....oh then you see. Oh, ain't that right.

so bye bye bye miss America, we'll meet another day, another time
well I’m off to meet the country, and find my myself a dame
get locked up in the mountains and drive myself insane

But don't you move, don't you stand, stay right there and be a man
But don't you move, don't you stand, stay right there and be a man
But don't you move, don't you stand, stay right there and be a man
But don't you move, don't you stand, stay right there and be a man

so bye bye bye miss America, we'll meet another day, another time
well I’m off to meet the country, and find my myself a dame
get locked up in the mountains and drive myself insane
Track Name: Guatemala
when I was young, you said to me
That I should go and sail the seas,
and see the world from a different point of view.

but now the worlds like ticking clocks
put tears in sails of all my thoughts,
from traffic lights to coastlines of Peru. 

so back when you used to read a lot,
that bible verse and poet talk, 
encased in all the words it sang to you.

tell me did it mean a thing, 
like epilogs that now begin,
are the words just nothing more than lines

so we’d dance and scream all night
and we’d watch those stars burn bright
and we’d swear, that old hill gets bigger every year. ohh

now draw a poet's words in pen.
with curving grace and maybe then,
just speak it all to me in foreign tongue.  

and though I don't recall the works
it feels the same, they are of her
and bring me back to times she was around 

when we’d dance and scream all night
and we’d watch those stars burn bright
and we’d swear, that old hill get bigger every year. ohh


but to Guatemala she must go
the reason she won’t tell you so,
those words are suited best to tie her down