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Strong Bones + Teeth

by Grey Milk

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I was a wooden house and you were a tornado As such you did what a tornado ought to naturally do And how you come as fast as you can certainly go The wreckage left behind I don’t find half as beautiful And this is not the way that I intended it to be But we must not forget how exciting tornadoes can be Tossing cars and uprooting trees Without much wait you dissipated, what a mess you left behind I am some splintered boards, I am the dust of broken remains The trace of a foundation suddenly been rearranged Scattered around with bricks and broken glass- all that’s left of my frame And I sit huddled in the corner with a flashlight
The Concept 03:14
And all the calm existentialists And all the medicated therapists And the fat yoga instructor Well they all seemed fine And I couldn’t quite put my finger on it But it seemed that they weren’t full of shit When they told me too That some day I’ll find it Well okay...alright yeah So I’m shooting in the dark Here with ol' Mr. Clark For the wisest man knows It is he who knows not Seeking out solace From inside a guitar I mean why the hell else Would we be in Southbridge, Massachusetts anyway? Well hey, it's okay! Yay! The con in connectedness Is an individualist Can truly never exist And all are the same The con in contentedness Is you’re still okay with this Tragedy’s met with bliss And life turns mundane Well hey, it’s okay Yay! The con in contemporary’s Everything’s ordinary Nothing is met Without a precedent laid The con in contentedness Is you’re still okay with this Tragedy’s met with bliss And life turns mundane So all the bits good and bad Opposites white and black Viewed from far enough away All mesh together In an impossible grey But this one goes out To that crazy little spec Down in Dayville, Connecticut
Tired 03:04
Tired and bored That makes me boring And I don’t think that I want to change Don’t want to wait Don’t want to forget I’m better this way Tired and hurt Burned out on Bukowski And drinking myself to an end No point No worth Say you care and I’ll know you’re pretending You make me whole You know, you make me And you say you know that you don’t know And you know it means nothing to know But if there’s a lot that you don't know Then you got a bit more than you know And you’ll never know what you will be If you will it don’t mean it will be cuz The future won’t be what we see Because you can’t control what you can’t be Letting go of the past isn’t easy But it’s a task you can achieve, see What matters isn’t the past What does is just what you have right now It’s easy to hurt More easy to worry Will anything good ever last? “There’s got to be more,” You say so unsure Of the faith that you have in that fact No time to waste But no need to hurry If you focus ahead then too fast Will time Be unraveling So dream of yourself where you are
Missing 02:58
Well I don’t know what’s wrong with me But ending here is where I keep on Ending up and with no sleep Oh, is that so? Is it just me? Well, you might know me Better than me Yeah, you might know A thing or…no Traveling so far and wide So far inside my narrow mind I let it slip, now change the slide Another place or frame of mind Well, He just might see Something in me Or He might be Just hopes and dreams ...on what could be What could we be? What does this mean? What’s wrong with me? …on what could be What could we be?
Atmosphere 04:47
You stood at the edge of the world and then jumped off Swam around through space until you found the next drop off Curiosity led you past any map, and beyond hope No chance, no thought of ever turning back And you’re running out of air… You stood at the eighth wonder of the world and then thought how No one has seen it yet, who needs to? You could settle there if you tore it down Individualist, ignorance led to this but to say you’re intentions were No good- not true! Not good enough, nothing is for you can’t help it So burn it into the air Singe the atmosphere You swear you didn’t know? You knew… You know what you want to say But you don’t say a thing Because you don’t know what it means You swear you didn’t know? You knew You think it’s all a joke? Well ha ha ha…
Sitting here Wondering how You came around And I fell apart It’s nothing unusual My drive fell to neutral And nothing feels natural Just breathing seems forced So I’m singing The edge of the party Seems much more inviting Outside of the laughing The comfort of hiding Inside my own body Inside of your body Inside everybody Sometimes I see nothing So I’m singing I’m sitting here waiting For something to happen Then you come along And flip my perspective I know it’s unhealthy To wonder of dying I’ve tried to be happy I'm tired of trying All of this figuring And I figured wrong Defeat and acceptance I'm lost and it's gone You’re not like the others You’re not like the others You’re not like the others, a lot like the others A lot like the others, you’re not like the others Sitting here Wondering how You came around And I fell a part


This is the first release under the moniker of Grey Milk.

At the time Grey Milk consisted of Jesse Houle & Dylan Clark.

Self-released in the spring of 2006, copies can currently be obtained in-person or with some polite asking through the NFR website.


released April 1, 2006

All songs (music & lyrics) on Strong Bones + Teeth were written & recorded by Grey Milk.

Recorded by Jim Sharp at Sharp Studios, Southbridge, MA in February 2006.


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We are natives of New England and currently base our operations out of Athens, GA.

We're part of Nobody's Favorite Records and The Branch Collection: two obscure, amorphous groups of folks who collectively pool our efforts of creativity- primarily those of the musical variety. These monikers give us the appearance of added legitimacy.

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