Ed Buys Houses

by Sidney Gish

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1.
recorded on apple headphones in empty classrooms ;););) spicy also bc this apparently isnt clear: "ed buys houses" is a picture of a sign that i edited onto the album cover ! ! ! it is not a deliberately worded statement it is a pic of a sign tacked to a pole in dover ____________ Some say culture is dead, But when they do, someone shakes his head, like, maybe true, but my name is ed, and i’ll buy a house or two or three, or four and hoard them in my inventory down the turnpike, cardboard signs and I’m killing the game now honey, don’t you doubt it, ed balls hard cause ed buys houses, maison money, ed’s about it, ed balls hard cause ed buys houses he’s not a myth or somebody made up in stories, if you don’t have a house to take, get the hell out the garden state, I’m killing the game now honey, don’t you doubt it, ed balls hard cause ed buys houses, maison money, ed’s about it, ed balls hard cause ed goes far in the game now honey, don’t you doubt it, ed balls hard cause ed buys houses, maison money, ed’s about it, ed balls hard cause ed goes far when ed balls hard cause buys houses
2.
They’ve written songs at two am they’ve told us how they’ve written them and the stories are endearing and even cuter when they start to sing in every month there comes a day i wish that i could go away to a universe where i’m just as creative too, and every night my thoughts are new before I fall asleep at three, the second hour brings jealousy there’s the geniuses and then there’s me scrolling through clickbait endlessly so i present to you a single last minute little jingle and if you feel that it is forced, what’s it to you? at least it’s something to do something to do something to do something to do they’re staying up all night to sing so what if I don’t do a thing I think I’ll expire at a tired rate in my bedspace I'll let creation take a break but as for now it’s two am it’s been a three year long attempt and it’s been slow and it's been so forced too but it's something to do
3.
jk i’m not depressed i’d rather sleep in all day till I’m dead and all the arachnids i’m supposed to eat by accident miraculously exit, crawl out my underbite and i wake up at midnight eight legs and tiny eyes no time for factoids lets get to work boys no task at all we’ll all just bounce right off the walls do you know what i’m about to say i think she shoved all summer in a day i don’t try and i don’t mind because i know it’s just a brilliant time now that’s done, party of one i swear that i’ll be buckets of fun i swear i won’t resume being a square until the partying is done when i’m going to bed i’d rather sleep in, not like it’s different, it’s probably morning and if i was counting sheep they’d all be flaming and unhappy i’ll spend my life at home a housewife but alone tea at the tree dome no time for factoids lets get to work boys no tasks at all let’s all just bounce right off the walls do you know what i’m about to say i think she shoved all summer in a day i don’t try and i don’t mind because i know it’s just a brilliant time now that’s done, party of one i swear that i’ll be buckets of fun i swear i won’t resume being a square until the partying is swear i won’t resume being a square until the partying is swear i won’t resume being a square until the partying is done
4.
sixty five miles an hour i’m not home yet telephone poles get blurred together, in gray weather till they look like crucifixes until something in me thinks if I was nimble enough, I’d climb one up and be a symbol giving cars a heart attack cause i’ve got a knack for these shock tactics and i want my suburb back. But it was never mine, besides, i’d never crucify myself, and jesus of suburbia’s a myth that never died Homecoming queen, not in my dreams I'll be homecoming serf, it seems but hey, it doesn’t even bother me we’ve moved away, and who needs royalty? i love vacation days it’s a blacked out haze i’m in this cul de sac is coming back, back back back back who cares if we're obscure Homecoming serf i know this quiet life, it used to hurt but now we're dancing round and laughing in the dirt It's barely one pm And my cooking's barely done and my thighs feel like the chicken breast I hated slicing up I think I'll be a vegetarian, kill two birds with one stone I’ll lose a stone, I'll feel humane I cook the meat and eat it anyway i think that i’ll rebel now not like my age is too late i’m still half straight but i can easily act gayer than fck h8 And I'll tell kids to smoke cigs and weed despite the surgeon’s warning I’ll eat LSD soaked mini wheats in white russians for breakfast every morning i love vacation days it’s a blacked out haze i’m in this cul de sac is coming back, back back back back who cares if we're obscure Homecoming serf i know this quiet life, it used to hurt but now we're dancing round and laughing in the dirt la la la la la la la la Don’t think I'm pointing fingers These are crocodile tears It's no ones fault but mine That I shut up For all of eighteen years but now my friends are driving out we’re gonna walk around the mall well be the youngest there Who cares, well call ourselves adults at least i’ve got a cat, though she hates me bad, it seems but we reign over the SUVs and dairy queens This isn't lyricism I'm just dropping rhymes like flies let’s go freak out everyone No reason, who knows why? what’s on your mind? not like i’ve got the time to stick around, i’ll catch my flight, make like a pop punk kid, and get out of this town what’s on your mind? there’s no point left to keep your image down, let’s terrify i love vacation days it’s a blacked out haze i’m in this cul de sac is coming back, back back back back who cares if we're obscure Homecoming serf i know this quiet life, it used to hurt but now we're dancing round and laughing in the dirt this one goes out to my homecoming serfs yeah, pour one out for my homecoming serfs this one goes out to my homecoming serfs we’re dancing round and laughing in the dirt
5.
Vaudeville 03:02
Give me all you've got And bring it on Twenty thousand years ago I'd probably feel this strong Somewhere in a cave Fighting the ice age Showing off the tiger that I fought today And the bite marks on my face What a pretty sight What a magic rhyme I was gonna write but instead I read all of VICE So maybe I'm brainless, maybe I'm wise Maybe I'll just rip off wicked this time Give her all you've got And bring it on Ninety thousand years ago She'd probably feel this strong Somewhere by the sea Striking up dead trees Suddenly the fire's burning down the beach What a pretty sight What a pretty line Cut below the stoner smoke The window from outside Still shows a party But it looks empty Though she's got a white row keeping company Give him all you've got And bring it on Ninety million years ago He'd probably feel this strong Somewhere on all fours Proto- mammal and his thoughts are short, Eaten by the remnants of the dinosaurs What a pretty sight What a pretty mind Living in a shithole Just to sell in his spare time His suburban dad is kinda mad But this is the most fun that he's ever had Every day we're taking pills afternoon and evening quil Putting on a show like vaudeville Every day we're taking pills afternoon and evening quil Putting on a show like vaudeville
6.
Caught me shoegazing like some lo-fi band, A desperate beer in each one of my hands, I’ll dance the night away to prove it’s great. Ten minutes later, repetitive lines, Valencia filters are passing the time, and the photo’s flash has made my eyes Appear to be the ghostly kind but I’ve sunk into music just like the dead sea I try and go further til buoyancy floats me, semi sobriety, an unconscious mess I guess I’ll never be that’s fine, I’ll pop sugar pills all night all night, all night, i’ll pop sugar pills all night I can’t see a thing in the haze around me I’m still having fun cause I know I should be when will I stop being such a dumb kid and go wherever real life is? But why would I lie when I said I won’t? I know that I am damned if I do or if I don’t. that’s fine, as I’ll pop sugar pills all night, all right, all right, placebo-ing on friday night I’m just a weed growing out of the wall - it’s an obvious secret that’s kept by us all tonight, but this will die with me, I’ll bury it deep in my broken phone screen alright, till the backlight kills my sight But tell me that funny things don’t go away and promise we’ll keep being stupid all day so hey, who needs life anyway? let’s stay immature and let's not ever stray all right, let’s pop sugar pills all night all right, all right, let’s pop sugar pills all night I can’t see a thing in the haze around me I’m still having fun cause I know I should be when will I stop being such a dumb kid and go wherever real life is? But why would I lie when I said I won’t? I know that I am damned if I do or if I don’t. That’s fine, as I’ll pop sugar pills all night, all night, all night, all right, all right, placebo-ing on friday night
7.
i want to learn math again just to feel better than my socially adjusted friends and get a 95 percent tiny plastic polygons i'm building things that aren't real - endless streams of hexagons and other fun materials i play jumpstart but math's hard and i can't stand learning anything i like when people think i'm smart but i'm dumb, so i won't add sums up anymore and i barely even care that i'm forgetting all the common core i won't add sums up anymore, i won't add sums up anymore turns out i want this class to end i don't need to learn to hate it again i'm falling out of my seat and drawing on the worksheets - exactly how i used to be and it's a blast to high-achieve, but only cause approval is the root of what i need, i guess i'll study something else but this time i won't hate myself i play jumpstart but math's hard and i can't stand learning anything i like when grown-ups call me smart but i'm dumb, so i won't add sums up anymore and i barely even care that i'm forgetting all the common core i won't add sums up anymore, i won't add sums up anymore math interlude i play jumpstart but math's hard and i can't stand learning anything i like when people think i'm smart but i'm dumb, so i won't add sums up anymore and i barely even care that i'm forgetting all the common core i won't add sums up anymore, i won't add sums up anymore i won't add sums up anymore, i won't add sums up anymore
8.
Cokesbury 02:59
Cokesbury Calamine A road I made up in my mind It took some time but now I know I won't throw up and I'll just drive Cokesbury Califon I'm being strung along By nineteen little threads Tightly wrapped around my head Don't worry about me I'm finishing things off swimmingly Don't worry about me I'm getting lost in Cokesbury Cokesbury calamine I now apologize For never doing anything And dying in the countryside Cokesbury now I'm done I'm dancing in the sun And bopping to the moon there’s better barn towns coming soon Don't worry about me I'm finishing things off swimmingly Don't worry about me I'm getting lost in Cokesbury Cokesbury calamine, I hate this little state but I'll hang out for one more night I send my best regards with my goodbye Cokesbury calamine Man after all this time Of reigning in my basement I thought that I'd feel different Don't worry about me I'm finishing things off swimmingly Don't worry about me I'm getting lost in Cokesbury
9.
it’s afternoon, i’m feeling sick i’m spewing stupid rhetoric i’m starting shit on post aesthetics like a fucking lunatic i’m home alone, i’m making jokes, i’m drowning in my iPhone And my ears have sprouted headphones So I'll watch my weary tone i know i’m being angsty insert joke here about banksy (what’s a chinese river? yangtze) -then the MC said well thanks she’s leaving soon. she’ll stop trying to rhyme before high noon tomorrow, retire to her room and sit around and count the hours down Till June July and August end In this state I've got like four friends left not like there were much to start with Now we're on big and better things She'll stop trying to sing before it rings tomorrow My alarm is lingering And I live in a shell of things tonight she’ll stop trying to rhyme before high noon tomorrow, retire to her room and sit around and count the hours down Late evening and then the night I'm lurking and I feel alright 1000 calories to spite The days I used to diet hard and die A bit but not too much But writing everything down sucks And timing every syllable is dumb I ate a thousand calories She'll stop trying to eat before he cheats tomorrow Carve my name into his leather seat Said the MC: she’ll stop trying to rhyme before high noon tomorrow, retire to her room and sit around and count the hours down Till June. july and august and september and october and november and december and january february march and april and don’t forget may too. i’ll sit around and count the hours down til june
10.
just to start this off, this isn’t the start of anything, just a song that i can sing to you we’re standing in a graveyard, a presumably dead arm popped through the grass, and who doesn’t talk about that honey, you are nothing to me alcohol and dopamine i’m dying on the sofa and i barely know the time like an old man, say i reckon, i love you for a millisecond, but i don’t wear a watch or rolex and my brain’s a toddler rollerskating down a hill, i took a spill and ran into a tree, and suffered minor injuries honey, you are nothing to me, i don’t call people anything that’s thought to be so sweet but i’m just being bitchy, cause every stupid boy skipped over me on our twilight hour meet and greet, a coffee table theater scene, disregard the soaring chick back there in corner three, i’d rather let the poor kid sleep but he’s tripping balls, he’s tripping testes, LSD, post- wisdom teeth, he got lost in the shower and he barely knows the hour I wanna know your passwords Without changing them in preferences and all the childhood streets and deceased pets that they're referencing and in the box i’ll type, i’ll know all the numbers to try, i wanna know the lyrics that you think of when you’re high cause i’m in love with strangers who I’ve never even seen and weird cut bangs and sweaters swaying kind of awkwardly i’m in love with fresh air friends from overheated houses till I uber up a giant park and dump my body in my dorm bed honey you are nothing to me i don’t call people anything that’s thought to be so sweet the speech is coming back with a vengeance it seems. and all these pretend spouses are a happy storybook, that’ll turn to stark nonfiction in the time it took for me to notice that I’m old, which means I’ll be 30 and happy likely married to personified business casual khakis and i’ll forget about it when i wake up late and stupid i tried to tell the uber driver till he tried to hit it i tried to tell myself because i’ve come this far along carrying my zombie arm to the 14th grade prom honey you are nothing to me i don’t call people anything thats thought to be so sweet the speech is coming back with a vengeance it seems the speech is coming back with a vengeance it seems
11.
Well, I took someone's advice With a roll of each eye, she told me to sit down twice What do you want from me tonight? now i’m stuck losing my mind while everyone else just thinks that i’m really shy what do you want from me tonight? Cause I'm invited but I'm terrifying too And I'll sit here for a million years just staring across the room but what do you want? Cause I want it all - and I'd really rather step back, but my back's against the wall what if I'm too nice? it’s a punch in the face to be so over polite What do you want from me tonight? And my voice is too high, and it matches my head and i look like I wanna die, what do you want from me tonight? Cause I'm invited but I'm terrifying too And I'll sit here for a million years just staring across the room but what do you want? Cause I want it all - and I'd really rather step back, but my back's against the wall and i’m born too tall to contort my spine into a ball and i wanna disappear but i’m not adequately small and I'm invited but I'm terrifying too And I'll sit here for a million years just staring across the room but what do you want? Cause I want it all - and I'd really rather step back, but my back's against the wall

about

this is about boston, new jersey, dead suburbs, being dumb, going crazy, growing old, and being a bitch. i hope your inner idiot kid enjoys the tunes

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"Ed’s world, like its creator’s, is humble in its singularity, effortlessly willing and able to make even the most mundane afternoons of being emotionally (and physically) lost worth documenting." - Allston Pudding

"With quotable lines and witty badinage, ‘Ed Buys Houses’ will be your friend, bringing a wry smile to a glum face, just when you need it." - Gold Flake Paint

"Like many young artists, the fact that the sound of Gish's late teenage years comes from a bedroom recording is incredible." - Third Outing

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music vid for midnight jingle:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pR2ZxYkB4tw

music vid for cokesbury:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKLiDKs4on8&t=3s

music vid for buckets of fun:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=52clmya0SNI

music vid for it's afternoon, i'm feeling sick:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xLVKLzYvOK8

credits

released December 29, 2016

written recorded + mixed by sid

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above pic by Jeannette D. Moses // @jeanettedmoses
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