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THE REDS, THE BLACKS, THE GRAYS

by INSTEAD OF SLEEPING

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1.
Indian Giver 04:37
Well, my God what a night it’s been Starting to break a sweat before the alcohol kicks in I know I told you once, and I hope that I was wrong But you never listen unless the words are in a song The truth is I seek forgiveness for the things I’ve done It’s so easy to be a man But hard as hell to be a good one In fact I’m surprised that I’ve made it this far And just as disgusted as I am sure that you are Does it bother you that your painting’s on my wall And you’re not here Does it bother you that I don’t sleep alone And you’re not here Should they bother me: the reds, the blacks, the grays Staring back at me while I have nothing left to say A picture’s worth a thousand words and this one screams in pain I swear to god that I would write you back If only I could paint There. Is not a reason. To apologize. But I pawned the necklace you threw back In my face To by her dinner then I took her back to my Place I laid her down on the bed that we used to share And it felt so right, as if you were never There.
2.
Black Light 04:43
Folding chairs and paper cups This room we share isn't big enough For her not to have noticed me As she takes her seat Six inch heels on her feet She's taking her twelve steps Feet haven't hit the floor Lips pursed around a cigarette With one foot out the door Well hindsight is twenty twenty But it felt too good to stop Of all the sacrifices that I've made You're the only vice that I couldn't bare to drop We are all so far from home Who's there to point their fingers Take off your black tie You're in the black light The subject of debate Feel like you'll suffocate We're in the rewind But we don't mind Sick from sitting still Arms on the window sill Eyes open looking down You're not a child now The skin you barely fit, I Sink my teeth into it You're in the black light You're in the black
3.
This is just temporary It’s just necessary I am secondary And I know it This interaction is arbitrary But still discretionary But I’ve walked away before Feeling hungry wanting more But something’s different than before Something I just can’t ignore She said to me I think I need to get you out of my system I think it’s best that we stop now Before we both fall apart We’re out of liquor now But she still wants some more And I can’t even count All the off license stores That we spent all of our euros in This quiet little town Before we flee back to the hotel Where we know we won’t be found Because When in Sligo, the rules just don’t apply When in Sligo, you don’t even have to lie You’re so far from home You can just let go Before your conscience waning Guilt starts fading Faster and faster until
4.
Yeah I've got a feeling That everyone's cold When I started thinking I've got nothing to show For myself Anymore Bad news after a bottle of wine Yeah, you're in my bed But he's on your mind Keep acting like we've done nothing wrong But you know If he knew What we do He'd leave you for good Hello girl, nice to meet you I'll give you what you're afraid to ask for No, I'm not Mr. Right I'm Mr. Wright now Hello girl, nice to meet you Leave your heels on your feet but your dress on the floor I'm not Mr. Right I'm Mr. Wright now Is there something wrong with that No Can you keep a secret I'm not Mr. Right I'm Mr. Wright now I used to be a keeper
5.
Something’s wrong with my voice now I can’t form words with my tongue that’s bleeding What’s been holding my voice down is the Sound of the dead horse you keep beating Spreading down through my lungs now As bad as it gets And I can’t breathe but I can see The weight of living with regrets Could someone please check my pulse now And recharge the defibrillator Once I’m conscious please disavow any Knowledge I have on leaving craters Taking over my heart now As bad as it gets And I can’t breathe but I can see The weight of living with regrets No need to resuscitate I’m starting over a clean new slate I’ll just die right here in the street I’ll just die right here in the street Brand new body but the same old soul Minus all the blemishes from life before I’ll just die right here in the street I’ll just die right here in the street Life looks so much different now Then I’ve seen it before Wish I could tell you how But you won’t be hearing from me anymore Metastasized to my brain now As bad as it gets And I can’t breathe but I can see The weight of living with regrets I can’t breathe but I can see.

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The Reds, The Blacks, The Grays is an attempt to organize the three main feelings Instead of Sleeping writes about. Red: High energy and fun times. Black: Darker feelings of doubt and loss. Grey: Acceptance of imperfections.

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released September 21, 2012

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Matt Very of Very Tight Recordings
Produced by David Hidek of Treelady Studios
Album Art by Josh Elsass

Thank You also to:
Andy Widdowson, Caleb Breckon, Kristin Lantree, Kyndra Szymanski, Jeff Binando, Elise Colley, Celena Gump, Gabe Parke, Mike Busowski, and Bryan McClaine

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