We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

About For

by Zed

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.
    Purchasable with gift card

      name your price

     

1.
So Damn Sic 01:09
Sometimes I think it's sick how much I can't stand to be alone Sometimes I think that I should try to learn how to be alone But I'd quickly get so damn sick of ordering people to leave me alone And anyway, loneliness just doesn't suit me I know it, I wrote it three years ago If I can't learn from my mistakes, I can't learn at all
2.
I need to know that you’re okay Without some confirmation I will never make it through the night I think about you a whole lot because thinking about you makes me happy Everybody’s got someone who thinks about them cause it makes them happy If I told you I’d be lost without you, would you get it? If something wants to makes you happy then you better fucking let it You can’t talk me out a sinkhole, but I’ll let you pull me up a little bit That’s all that anyone can do There are so many things to be loved there’s no way that anyone can love all of them But if you want to try, the things in front of you are a pretty good place to start I hope you’ve learned your lesson, know that you are less than perfect But with perfection comes a big depressing lack of growth I know that’s not what you want because that’s not what anybody wants Work your way closer and closer to what you think the perfect human should be But be content in knowing you create some awesome things You write your songs the way that humans talk and that’s something worth some admiration Come on over to my place tonight You and all our closest friends Will shave our heads in the bathroom We’ll dance to Eifel 65 We’ll laugh like we did when we were children We’ll laugh like we will when we are famous People will pay us for our creations We’ll scream from our bedrooms and tell our roommates Stick a moustache on the TV Watch some stupid comedy movie Nothing’s better than a stupid movie I maintain that really, truly
3.
I can tell you how I'm feeling once I figure myself out But unless I am creative, I don't know what I'm about Well, Sean Bonnette had a mentor, maybe I should get one too Maybe progress comes from learning something new It's so hard to find a balance between modesty and talent But I need it 'cause I hate being a dick I like to think I have good taste, I try to never let a brain cell go to waste Except for when I drink cheap whiskey with my friends So help me out, 'cause I could use some help right now I don't know how to get the evil in me out I could do it on my own if I really wanted to But I'd much rather tough it out with you If I go to the beginning, maybe I could write a song I'm sick of spinning bullshit lyrics about how every chord is wrong If I piece myself together, I'm afraid I'll lose my creative spark But who the fuck said happy can't make art? I know that oh so many people are afraid of getting hurt But hurting oh so many people scares the shit out of me Maybe I'm too self-judgemental, but I know I've got potential To destroy you and the things that you believe
4.
It doesn’t matter whose rules you bend In the end, life finds a way to end You can take out a man’s heart Just don’t leave him bleeding out You know that’s a pretty fucked up thing to do And if you take him to the hospital don’t just drop him off in front of the door Just because it’s automatic doesn’t mean he doesn’t need your help You can suck out a woman’s soul But have the balls to go and find her a new one It doesn’t have to be a better one, but it’s the least that you could do And maybe you should stay a while and make sure she’s okay Having your soul sucked out of your body is pretty fucking traumatizing You can pretty much do what you want But try not to be an asshole And if you have to be an asshole, at least make sure you clean yourself Nobody likes a dirty asshole You don’t wanna be a dirty asshole Cause nobody likes a dirty Why are you being a dirty asshole Nobody likes a dirty asshole You don’t wanna be a dirty asshole Cause nobody likes a dirty Why are you being a dirty asshole (These lyrics did not make the final cut) Being a nice person Is sometimes really difficult But just because it’s difficult That doesn’t mean it isn’t possible
5.
This is the same song I wrote three years ago And I love that song, I think you liked it too I'm trying to remember, oh I'm trying to remember, but I just fuckin can't Recounting anything is not a thing that I would claim to be strong at But I could try a little harder don't you think? To make up something that you could believe But that would be dishonesty and that's fucked up Lemmeout, lemmeout, oh let me go I can't tell you where I'm going cause I'm still too young to know If I'm living in the future I am living in an unknown dream So lemmeout, lemmeout, please let me go You're leaving, but that's alright with me Not cause I'm not gonna miss you but because I know we're where we need to be Minnesota is just so fucking big There may be miles in between the cities but that doesn't mean a thing Cause we could probably do our best to see How powerful our best can be We're human and we're good enough, We're human and we're good enough, That's what I believe Lemmeout, lemmeout, oh let me go I can't tell you where I'm going cause I'm still too dumb to know If I'm living in the future I am living in an unknown dream So lemmeout, lemmeout, please let me go
6.
Carabineer 03:31
I need a breather, keep myself together with a little carabineer Have you seen her? ‘Cause I’ve been searching my life for someone to hide away from As soon as this song is done I’m gone, ‘cause everybody needs to sleep every now and then Rest on a pillow, blanket on top, try to keep it quiet but the brain won’t stop ‘Cause the brain has the main gameplan and I hate to burst your bubble, sorry, pop I’m always on the run and I’m running out the clock, and I do appreciate that we were gifted with thought So I try to be the guy who asks why and I know we’ll never find it but I still gotta try I need a breather, do you know what you’re doing? Me neither Let’s sit and talk about it if you’re not too busy tonight Yeah, I think that I might, do you think that’s alright? Oh please check yes for me, that’d be hella tight Let me fall asleep on you for the first time since the first time It’s always sounder with you round me and I don’t think I’d have it any other way No sir, no way It’s been a long day, but then every day feels long these days Oh won’t you stay with me oh can’t you see that I can’t sleep I don’t need you to rescue me just sit and sing to me, ‘cause I can’t sleep I can’t sleep I’m sorry if I got a little crude with you I’d probably do it different if I knew just what to do with you I’ll take my time if time is what takes, but I am tapping out the seconds while my patience breaks I know that I am never gonna see myself as better but I swear to god that every day I try to knit a sweater A sweater? A sweater. A sweater made of tears. A sweater made of fabric. A sweater made of fears. The sweater represents everything that I love, so I curl up inside, because it fits like a glove Alright, okay, okay, alright, I think I may, I think I might, but I don’t know if I am right so I will let the night decide for me Shooting stars adore me, I’d love to see another if you’ve got the time to just breath Just breath, just breath with me, oh please x6 Try me out, Breath with me now
7.
Tilia Tree 04:09
If you ever catch me thinking that art might not be worth anything Then strip away my instrument and lay me down to rest Someday you’ll get better stuff if you think you need better stuff But right now all the stuff you’ve got is good to keep around I tell you to never stop as if you could ever stop Put on your winter shoes because it’s fucking cold outside Oh oh, you know that you know People who have come and who will go To war with their own minds And people who will create lines Of thought and emotion and utter devotion To what makes us human, an honest illusion There’s people who care and there’s people who write And you’ve got your feet planted firmly in both camps If I ever catch you thinking that you might not be worth anything I don’t think I’ll have to tell you that you’re wrong, because I think you’ll know you knew it all along But I’ll be damned if I will let you waste that opportunity To create something beautiful, if nothing else, do it for me I see potential in your mind for lyrics down the road You need to know that that’s because your mind is fucking beautiful Oh oh, the people I know Have always been the kind of people Who put their worries in a song or a lockbox Or I’ve got a rockbox and it stays with me Whenever I need it and often I need it I now you need something but something is open To being any something a thing could be I promise you’ll find it, and if not, who needs it? "the venn diagram of people I know who write songs and people I know who have struggled with mental health is basically a circle” -Kt Lindemann, 2014
8.
I can’t write songs with my clothes on And I can’t get off without a guitar on my body And a banjo round my ankles I am dripping with sweat If I knew which nerve was tender I could maybe remember How to hurt inside I am losing my mind trying to find a new reason to write Anything in the world that could mean anything to anyone No one told me to do this In fact everybody probably should have told me not to The worst kind of man is an artist But the best kind of human will paint or write songs And he will share his heart With the world or whoever wants to listen And he will fall apart And he will glue himself together because that’s his tradition There’s nothing so hard as a man who makes art as not having your heart rest in pieces Maybe I’ll win in the challenge before me or maybe I’ll only place third But I will learn the rules And goddammit I’ll learn how to break them Because punk rock is cool And the biggest part of life is to find the skills and fake them Let me go Wherever I don’t want to go Let me sing Whatever I don’t want to sing about I am my own motherfucking batman I’m the Dark Knight who haunts my dreams Am I the hero I deserve? Yeah probably
9.
Art is fucking fascinating, when you sit and think about it Art is fucking condensating beads of sweat across your eyeballs Do your best to wipe them off if you want to, I would never stop you Just make sure to clean yourself because nobody likes a dirty asshole Self-referentialism is not a common term But terms and commonality are not important to your work You are fucking fascinating, talented, and demonstrating The power that will can bring, a human’s right to sing Maybe writing isn’t right, maybe we’re wrong and that’s alright I just love being with you in that part of the morning where we aren’t sure if it’s still last night It’s looking to be really hot out, and I don’t like the heat But at least we’ll have our intellects, our instruments on the corner of the street You said “I’m moving out, but I’m not moving on” Except I stole that line from someone else’s stupid song Your stupid songs are honest and that’s worth the fucking risk Honesty is all that you can do and if there’s only one thing you can do you better fucking do it I know it sounds like I’m behind you all the way But I’m not, I’m right here with you which is pretty fucking great I can see your beauty better than the color of your vest That was cheesy, and this will be cheesy, but you’re the fucking best

about

I wrote and recorded Carabineer.

Then I recorded a bunch of songs I've written in the last 2 years. I rewrote some of them for this album.

What you're hearing just might be the best thing I've ever done alone.

SO DAMN SIC is about me and learning how to be alone without being lonely. I wrote it in the UMM Briggs Library during a coffee break in the summer of 2014, right after listening to some g.s. o’rin. It was somewhat inspired by his music.
THE NIGHT WE SHAVED OUR HEADS is about KT Lindemann and Isaac Smolund and all of my friends and the good times we have had together. I wrote it in my bed a few days after I shaved my hair into a mohawk with Andrew Sletten and Mitch Hancock.
DEAR FRIEND, HELP ME OUT is about a good conversation I had with KT Lindemann in my living room about growth and travel. I wrote it in the UMM Briggs Library Archives while I was supposed to be working but Andrew Jackson Jihad’s “Sad Songs” made me write this instead. The songs are almost identical and I don’t care.
LEMMEOUT is about how much KT Lindemann inspired me to create art during the Spring of 2014, and how I will always love her for that. I wrote it after saying goodbye to her before she left Morris for Minneapolis and I was embracing the sadness of the situation. “I’m trying to remember, oh I’m trying to remember” is a reference to Kelly Fischer’s song “Bitter”.
LIFE FINDS A WAY is about my growing views on kindness and morality. I wrote it in the Winter of 2013 and had a lot of fun with it. It didn’t have a home until this album.
CARABINEER is about Sydney Long and how at any given time I will admire in any given way. I wrote it in my bed at 2 in the morning when I loved her a little bit too much. I reference many songs from her band “Dr. Wild-Things’ Edible Circus”, as well as the song “Holding Onto You” by Twenty One Pilots. This is the song that is responsible for me recording this whole album. It is now living with 8 Bit Johnson, and couldn’t be happier.
TILIA TREE is about KT Lindemann and a number of Facebook conversations we had about art and sadness. I wrote it in my bed in the winter/spring of 2014. Many of the lines were said by one of us to the other at some point. As such, these lyrics were unofficially co-written by her.
MOTHERFUCKING BATMAN is about how fucking hard it is when I can’t write a goddamn song. I wrote it in the Summer of 2013 when I was having a hard time being happy and art wasn’t getting my anywhere. It was a good explosion of energy for me.
YOU’RE THE PETE BEST is about William White, my muse, my love, my best friend, my bandmate, my partner in crime. I wrote it when I had no idea how else to tell him how much I love him. I didn’t understand that he already knew. I reference a song by Yikes!Baribeau, I don’t care enough to recall which one.

Sadness can make us stupid and blind. Remember to love each other until it kills you. Don’t let anything fucking stop you.

credits

released October 6, 2014

Album Art by KT Lindemann

All sounds made by Jonas Newhouse
Except lady vocals and violin by Kelly Fischer
Jeff Goldblum and other guy's voices by Jeff Goldblum and other guy

license

tags

about

Zed Los Angeles, California

This is just, like, my opinion, you know?

contact / help

Contact Zed

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this album or account

If you like Zed, you may also like: