Ed Buys Houses

by Sidney Gish

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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

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released December 29, 2016

written recorded + mixed by sid

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Track Name: !Ed Buys Houses!
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
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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
Track Name: Midnight Jingle
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
Track Name: Buckets of Fun
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
Track Name: Homecoming Serf
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
Track Name: Vaudeville
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
Track Name: Friday Night Placebo
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
Track Name: Hexagons and Other Fun Materials
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
Track Name: Cokesbury
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
Track Name: It's Afternoon, I'm Feeling Sick
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
Track Name: Presumably Dead Arm
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
Track Name: What Do You Want From Me Tonight?
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