See, What HAD Happened Was. . .

by Dirty Metal Lefty

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See, What HAD Happened Was. . . is the full length follow up to debut EP, Nevá On Sundays. This go 'round is an eclectic playlist that explores varying moods through atmospheric selections infused with blues, indie alt-rock, funk, and elements of storytelling.

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released March 16, 2018

+Lamar Moore - Drums on Forecast, Scumbag Microwave, Mist and Shadow, Unilateral, Bayonet, Keep Walking, Bronk Nasty;
+Andrew Godfrey - Drums on Backdown
+John Morand - Organ on Scumbag Microwave; Vocals on Bronk Nasty
+Toby Batson & Aurora Morand - Vocal Shenanigans on Scumbag Microwave

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Dirty Metal Lefty Richmond, Virginia

Independent singer-songwriter out of Richmond, VA

"I make noise. People seem to dig it. That's good enough for me."

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Track Name: Middle of Nowhere
I'm going way down deep in the middle of nowhere
to get lost and unfound deep in the middle of nowhere
In a little place where the sun can burn, your mind, your senses unaware
And they make you put your head in the ground deep in the middle of nowhere
It's funny how the tables have turned leaving you cold hearted and bare
The screams make no sound deep in the middle of nowhere

Your words nail my wings to the wall as if
I needed permission
but resistance is hard way to fall for a cause without a reason
I can feel your eyes behind me, a warm condescending glare
waiting around outside the middle of nowhere

(Lyrics 2000-2014 © Dirty Metal Lefty)
Track Name: Forecast
I get down, I get up.
I get down, I get up.

I laid down, I woke up
Raised my head, I felt off.
Candle glow on the wall
from the sun through window frost

It's gonna be cold.
It's gonna be cold.

Biting wind, shake it off.
Round the bend, hand in glove
Water freeze canteen cup
Seek my friends when times are tough

It's gonna be cold.
It's gonna be cold.
It's gonna be cold.
It's gonna be cold.

I laid down, moon is up
Weathered limbs strained by worth
Lobe and sight refuse to shut
Take better care of myself

It's gonna be cold.
It's gonna be cold.
It's gonna be cold.
It's gonna be cold.

I get down, I get up.
I get down, I get up.

(Lyrics 2016 © Dirty Metal Lefty)
Track Name: Scumbag Microwave
Back in the day when I was kid,
I ran from bus headed straight to the fridge.
Lunch felt a million hours ago:
Melted Shape-Ups and square pizza dough.
NT-2 was my free lunch code.

Went to the cabinet to grab me a bowl,
dreaming about the soup from the night before.
Into the drawer to grab me a spoon
and you know what I'm gonna do:
Into the black box on high for two

I hate you Scumbag Microwave
I hate you Scumbag Microwave
You give me a hot ass bowl
filled up with cold ass food
I hate you Scumbag Microwave

I grew up, bought house of my own
and it came with free appliances.
Walked in the kitchen and what do you know,
a brand new chrome box over the stove.
I love free shit, how could I say "No"?

Opened the door when I heard the ding.
The whole inside was steaming.
With hungry eyes I dove right in,
I grabbed my bowl, and I singed my skin.
Son of a bitch, he got me again!

I hate you Scumbag Microwave
I hate you Scumbag Microwave
You give me a hot ass bowl
filled up with cold ass food
I hate you Scumbag Microwave

(2016 © Dirty Metal Lefty)
Track Name: Backdown
Deface the white wash scene.
Digital and plastic keys tumble locks on the new reality.
Hollow points, designer seams, weaponised disbelief
We are who we've always been

Hey hey yeah, how I could I back down?
Hey, how I could I back down?
Hey hell yeah, how I could I back down?
Hey, how could I back down?

Freedom to walk my street, courtesy of those before me.
I'm going on and I'm never looking back.
To a place beyond your mind that resides behind my eyes;
Knuckles cut and my face is swollen.
I think I like where this is going

Hey hey yeah, how I could I back down?
Hey, why should I back down?
Hey hell yeah, how I could I back down?
Hey, I'm at the ready 'cos it ain't gonna happen.
It ain't gonna happen.
It ain't gonna happen.

(Lyrics 2016 © Dirty Metal Lefty)
Track Name: Mist and Shadow
Mist and Shadow residing behind murky walls of my eyes
Breaking even is hard to swallow when you're losing,
where'd the time go?

Dirty water, bloodied hands.
Taste and feel my sins.
Looking upward from this sinkhole
when you're losing where'd the time go.

Mist and shadow.

When I get my shit together,
I'm gonna find something better than Mist and Shadow

Mist and Shadow.
Mist and Shadow.

(Lyrics 2015 © Dirty Metal Lefty)
Track Name: Somnolence
I remember when the floor was open time and time again.
I remember then, starting over time and time again.
I saw the storm rip through my home and the rain pour down my soul.
I lost my way, off a beaten path is where I lay.

I remember now the point living is not the when but how.
But I keep looking down pensive, trembling so afraid to drown.
I heard the rain, it pierces and stings. Burn my skin, I lie in wait.
I will stay a while to figure out where I've run aground

(Lyrics 2005-2014 © Dirty Metal Lefty)
Track Name: Baumholder (Landstuhl)
Behind these walls a fire burns muted and broken on my
instinct to survive for this long but still I'm failing inside.
I'm drifting on this riff alone
although you're with me while you are gone.
Don't think I can do this on my own.

I wish you would come back home.
I wish you would come back home.

Flash back to then on Tuesday eve,
I saw us play in the graveyard.
A lucid dream of years once passed,
a time when life wasn't so hard.
But here and now, sleeping awake,
it's me the haunting silence breaks.
Hollowed and empty, the world moves on

I wish you could come back home.
I wish you could come back home.
I wish you could come back home.
Come back.

I wish you, I wish you, I wish you would come back home.
I wish you, I wish you, I wish you could come back home.
Come back.

Behind these walls a fire burns muted and broken on my. . .

(Lyrics 2008 © Dirty Metal Lefty)
Track Name: Unilateral
I'm bored, waking up to break away
I'm sore, lying down to pull my weight forward.
Waking up to soiled chains, I'm sore.
Got no use for legs that hesitate.

Ignore latent prints upon my skin
Adore, cut yourself for recompense
Absorb blood to prove the depth of your belief
Ignore the way you take it out on me.

(Like the wind siren whirl)
I make autarchic sounds.

What for, waking up break away?
I'm bored, drink myself to apathy
Once more, waking up to soiled chains, I'm sore.
Got no use for legs that hesitate.

(Like the wind siren whirl)
I make autarchic sounds.
I hate autarchic sounds.

Remorse, a risk of every choice I make.
Discord results if I deny my fate onward.
Waking up to soiled chains no more.
Got no use for legs that hesitate.

(Lyrics 2016 © Dirty Metal Lefty)
Track Name: Bayonet
I slipped out my bones and left you my shell
to beat as you please and curse me to hell.
I sailed away with my skin on the closest rail.

My shirt dried my tears on the hard ride home.
I still can't figure where right went wrong.
A testament of my grief now festers in a song.

But hey, if it helps you in the long run;
woman, if it eases your mind to blame someone,
I'll tell you right now that a bayonet lasts longer than a gun.

Your misguided frustration left me in a slump.
I hope and prayed with good faith that your morning would come
but I'll tell you right now that a bayonet last longer than a gun.

(Lyrics 2016 © Dirty Metal Lefty)
Track Name: Keep Walking
Jack don't love me the way Johnnie loves me.
Jack loves everybody else.
We still talk sometimes until Johnnie's calling
me from the top shelf.

Keep walking.
Keep walking.

Johnnie's real smooth in all of his hues
but he feels best in a blue suit;
The kind of blue that makes you want more
like the perfect view of the sky from beneath your lover on the floor.

Keep walking.
Keep walking.

Jack don't love me the way Johnnie loves me
but they both cost money so I'm drinking a Yuengling.

(Lyrics 2015 © Dirty Metal Lefty)
Track Name: Bronk Nasty
Aww Bronk Nasty, Daddy wanna know is you got my money
Aww Bronk Nasty, Daddy wanna know is you got my money

Aww Bronk Nasty, Daddy wanna know is you got my money
Aww Bronk Nasty, Daddy wanna know is you got my money

Aww Bronk Nasty, Daddy wanna know is you got my money
Aww Bronk Nasty, Daddy wanna know is you got my money

Aww Bronk Nasty, Daddy gon' break your legs come Monday
Aww Bronk Nasty, if he breaks your legs, Baby, who's gon' love me?

(Lyrics 2015-2016 © Dirty Metal Lefty)

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