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Too Pretty For Your Own Good

by Sotto Voce

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2.
There's a tear in the ass of these pants You can't see it at first glance Look a little harder and there's a chance It'll appear for you I need a second opinion I need peace of mind to feel one I need a kindhearted minion To tell me what to do I don't believe in you, I don't believe in you I don't think I could if you told me to, I don't believe in you There's a tear in the ass of these pants Select image and enhance And you'll see those are my pants Tearing away So I go out unbeknownst To the rending of my clothes Causes a stir among most folks Leaves me with nothing to say I don't believe in you, I don't believe in you I don't think I could if you wanted me to, I don't believe in you
3.
Court stenographer, read me the hours Let the record show that she said, "You're thinking of a love that can't be ours, Take some time to clear your head" And so, I heed your advice Hold it high above my head Call collect, no response Heart of the beast and the will that I can't possess Oh, if I had my druthers I'd holler for you across a rainy street As if - in other words - in my dreams And you're making me blush Court stenographer, read me the hours Let the record show that she said, "You're dreaming of a love that can't be ours, Take some time to clear your head" And so, I heed your advice Hold it high above my head Call collect, no response Heart of the beast and the will that I can't possess Oh, if I had my druthers I'd holler for you across a rainy street As if - in other words - in my dreams And you're making me blush
4.
I've seen you before Not recently Your gun still smokes Figuratively, of course Bite down on remorse And let your past unfold Make damn sure That you always stay in trouble I would have it any other way
5.
Every single night, or evening Darling, it's the same old feeling Fleeting hope, impending despair It's everywhere Try this one on for size Serenity under a guise This ladder has no end, afraid that it is decadent After the lucid dreams, how long 'till we realize we're wrong? Check under your bed for monsters Every nook and cranny won't hurt Outside, the headlights blur into suns With sparklers, we run Try this one on for size Serenity under a guise This ladder has no end, afraid that it is decadent After the lucid dreams, how long 'till we realize we're wrong? Every single night, or evening Darling, it's the same old feeling Fleeting hope, impending despair It's everywhere
6.
Operate under the pretense that we all admire Critiques without heart just spread embers from the fire Those things I gathered from your study leave me quite unsure A degree in bullshit's impossible to ignore No, it wasn’t a lie, it wasn’t a lie Although it would lead some to think so Lower your voice inside so that the quill doesn’t leave its quiver To press the company ink to the binding, and you hold on too long It’s around this time I get ideas that you aren’t fond of "Keep your chin up now, you’re not the worst, come on, love” Soon someone will take the company from you by storm And it won’t be your job anymore No, it wasn’t a lie, it wasn’t a lie Although it would lead some to think so Lower your voice inside so that the quill doesn’t leave its quiver To press the company ink to the binding, and you hold on too long
7.
Don’t walk away, don’t come quiet I’m flying this plane and you’re co-pilot These teeth haven’t been sunk in a neck for so long I never thought I’d like that look, but I was wrong You’re not into romance; Mary Shelley’s child Baby, forget France, neither am I Squint your eyes, your intensity shows The fabric of your dress is a sweet primrose Your place or mine? I never chose Who knew the wait would give such a headache? Oh well, “the better to eat you with” is what I say
8.
Lying easy in my bed alone I’m keeping to myself from now on It’s just these days like last year Memories prod and fester Don’t have to tell me again To rethink the meaning of “friend” Don’t tell me one thing, tell me two: Did I test intimate boundaries by getting close to you? Vampiric invite policy every night This all cannot be my fault alone, right? Now the summon is heard at your sporadic leisure Holly or whatever Reel me in, ‘cause your catch is lured All hopes initial soon to be obscured Cool temperament defies permanence Here for the long haul, no nonsense Mr. Perfect is only taught A character flaw, perish the thought Concerns of my leave and its hurry Remember that it’s me who worries I used to run there and back at 3 AM Smile plastered, well, damn Left to compose these mistakes: Songs in the Key of H Don’t tell me one thing, tell me two: Did I test intimate boundaries by getting close to you? Vampiric invite policy every night This all cannot be my fault alone, right? Now the summon is heard at your sporadic leisure Holly or whatever
9.
I took your name and made it into something That I can hate, now isn’t that something? I’m leaving you for another thought Forget it, at least that’s what I thought I took your name and made it into something That I can’t ignore, now, isn’t that something? To my dismay, all my options make me Look to someone new, well, make me I took your name and made it into something That I can’t ignore, now, isn’t that something? Does that prove my point? What haven’t you been confronting? I’m not the sort to go out hunting
10.
Be more prompt with your forgiveness Do we need to take this one outside? I spent months waiting for your kiss Now every time we talk, you tan my hide I’m sick of finding corpses They point a finger and actualize And I can’t figure out what that noise is It’s such a blur after all this time I’m feeling like the least attractive one here at this party I know you know what that’s like Yet you’re gorgeous and for that, I’m sorry They fall down hard from heaven just to knock me on my ass I’ve cause to be vindictive, but it’s me, so they get a pass It’s like some shitty stand up My opening line is “women, right?” But when they make me feel like I suck I think I’m allowed to be uptight Don’t tell me I don’t know love’s meaning I think I’ve heard my songs before Being bummed is not a competition My spirit animal’s Eeyore I’m feeling like the least attractive one here at this party I know you know what that’s like Yet you’re gorgeous and for that, I’m sorry They fall down hard from heaven just to knock me on my ass I’ve cause to be vindictive, but it’s me, so they get a pass The next time I get left as a concert So you can get drunk with the front man The next time she spreads that I love her When I could hardly give a damn The next time I jump to conclusions ‘Cause she only loves me when she’s taken I’ll keep note to avoid the illusions To stop my fucking heart from aching
11.
Scary Doubt 02:53
Scary doubt I wanna know what you're about There's no cure For the illness that we endure Your idea Of waiting alone won't help us Break this fear The one I know is killing You this year Do what you will with it Don't call me insincere Scary doubt I wanna know what you're about I got by On what I thought was a twinkle In your eye Your idea Of waiting alone won't help us Break this fear The one I know is killing You this year Do what you will with it Don't call me insincere Scary doubt
12.
Same Ghost 04:57
I need a guide, a hand to hold to take me somewhere It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter where I go Forget the lies, the jokes, the façade, I’ve become vulnerable And now it matters, now it matter where I go You say a lot and it doesn’t mean a thing to me It’s an abrasive course, but what would friendship be if not? So, every night, in my room, eyes closed My hands are clasped on my bed sheets, waiting for the Same ghost Give me a reason and don’t give me hell As to why I’m abhorrent Perhaps it lies within the number at hand and that’s Regrettably what you meant You say a lot and it means everything to me It’s an abrasive course, and you claim it’s not my worth to keep riding So, every night, in my room, eyes closed My hands are clasped on my bed sheets, waiting for the Same ghost (I don't know what you're gonna say)
13.
If you're going away for a while Don't be too long With each return, I wanna hear The full extended catalogue Every adjustment your eyewear receives Will live on Each time I roll up my sleeves In the middle of a song
14.
Thank you, College Green I know it's 6am You're saying to me That I should go back in

about

These songs were recorded during the months of May and June in the year 2013. Tracks 1 and 2 were recorded shirtless. Track 3 was recorded with all the lights out during a thunderstorm; if you listen very closely, you can hear the rumble of thunder at one point. Track 6 was recorded mostly in the backseat of my mums' car while it was parked in our garage. Track 10 took three tries, each one differing from the last. Track 13 is for Same Ghost, with the caveat being "State Champs"-- it's only okay.

While this is my first "full length" album, it is also my kiss-off to sophomore year of college. The majority of these songs were written from 2012 to 2013 and were performed often at house shows. Some new ones appear as well.

The final song is a doozy, but it might be my personal favorite on the album, and I'll explain. There are countless songs I love that end too soon; songs with a sound so pleasant that I wish they lasted ten minutes instead of just three or four or five. This is my attempt at such a thing: a steady, relaxing groove with said duration, inspired by an important late night (or early morning) discussion with a friend that kept us up long enough to see the amity of a clear sky's dawn and the agony of the nearby hourly bells that reminded us what time is was.

So, please enjoy. Anyone who listens to this deserves many thanks. I love all of my friends, and I surely wouldn't be making this music were it not for you.

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released June 17, 2013

Ryan Gabos: vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, electric bass, piano, bongo, egg shaker, production

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