Sam Craighead / OK Computer Room

Recorded by Drew Bullock and Sam Craighead

Mixed by Drew Bullock

Mastered by Carl Saff

Thank you: The H2W Family, Drew Bullock, David Welsh, Brandon Williams, Colleen Chilton, Melissa Miller, Mike Shiflet, Kyle Sowash, Erika Valencic, G.S. Schray, David Fowler, Summer Sherman, Astralwerks, Tommy Boy, The David Geffen Company, Asylum, Fat Wreck Chords, Tooth and Nail, Sony BMG, and Interscope

Two Subways

Christmas again

This year we’re at home

The pageant is cancelled

What a shame

Last year we built Subway in your basement

Last week the cops killed Casey Goodson

He was bringing home Subway

What a difference your race makes

In Columbus Ohio

Words and music by Sam Craighead

Produced by Drew Bullock and Sam Craighead

Synth processing drones by Mike Shiflet

My City

My city’s got identity preoccupation

Current economy means young people are staying

And soon we’ll have a personality all of our own

Vegetarian restaurants are popping up

The service industry staff seems diverse enough

I’m learning different cuts of steak and the temperature to go with for each one

Make enough money I don’t ever have to think about it

Our kitchen remodel is gonna have the custom cabinets

And we are guaranteed the bank is gonna give us the loan

Look at my beautiful home

The city where I was born is up north, classically elite

Up there in Brooklyn, land of golden streets,

They dream

My city’s got long-term problems with segregation

I didn’t notice till my friend from the south said,

“Hey man, how come your neighborhoods are white, Black, yellow, or Brown?”

But… woman of color owned restaurants are popping up

Our younger generation doesn’t get hung up on dumb stuff 

Like “Whose band got signed?” and “Are all their haircuts better than mine?”

Look at our beautiful home

I guess this city has grown?

Words and music by Sam Craighead

Produced by Drew Bullock and Sam Craighead

Saxophone by Kyle Sowash

Jawline

Got a picture from my past

Memories start coming back

I don’t miss the sad times

But I’m nostalgic for my jawline

Taken your last day in town

In the alley by our house

3 story apartment 

After more than music

Baltimore or bust then 

Indie rockstar boyfriends 

Hanging out at Mirror Lake 

Up all night till 6 AM

Come back to our place and

People in my bedroom

I felt bad to kick them out

Even though it was my house

Members of Moss Icon

And the guy from Entrance

But our roommate Joanna

Valued them above us

Because they were famous

At least for a minute

Words and music by Sam Craighead

Produced by Drew Bullock and Sam Craighead

Chat Room Golem

Sitting in a chat room

Trying to wait for you

To log on and private message

Talk in group chat too

All my friends went off to art school

Don’t have time to hang

I don’t get that kind of homework

At Columbus State

So I’m meeting people who live far away

Waiting for your number

Up on ICQ

Could you send a grainy JPEG

So I can see you?

I can borrow my dads car

Drive across state lines

Book a bunk bed in a hostel

Visit friends online

Usually aren’t what you expect

They act and look different 

But so do I, I just need some attention

So I turned 18

In somebody else’s state

At the carnival 

Where I threw up 

Then I’m driving back so fast

Broke 100 at King’s Island 

Listening to Dido

Sing the TV theme

On the radio in Georgia

Really got to me 

I had pledged to night air

That “I won’t eat or sleep,

Certainly, at least until

You’re resting here with me” 

Well They must’ve named it Roswell

Cause that’s a city 

Near your home in Warner Robins

Words and music by Sam Craighead

Produced by Drew Bullock and Sam Craighead

1-800-LL-BEANS

Still standing in line

While I’m waiting for the plane

hope I get an aisle seat 

I’m gonna to have to pee like seven times before we land 

That’s what freedom means to me

To be able to get up and 

Move about the cabin

Primarily to get to the toilet 

Cos my bladder is a penny size

I had a cup of coffee 

And a morning smoothie to kickstart

My regular routine 

Even if I’m gonna be

In a time zone three hours away

I wanna have a normal day 

…God, please

When the pilot says “we’re going

To be holding onto our butts for this leg of the trip

Make sure you’re buckled and ready 

To be holding it in for longer than you were hoping

Sitting on the edge of whatever row of seats 

It could be inside a theatre or even just a conference room 

I gotta have easy access to the exit please

Every hour on the hour 

Twice as often in the morning gonna leave

...and pick it up in 5 minutes 

I just drink a lot of liquid

It isn’t just that I’m crazy

But maybe?

Maybe I can’t even tell no more

Is it that I am stressed 

Or because I am getting older? 

Is it…

Because my brain is referring 

All these feelings of heat

Down my leg while I am standing? 

Took me a few months to learn it

It wasn’t what I thought was going to happen but It did and

Now I’m wishing for that panic 

To come through and reset my brain and make me feel nothing 

This time I don’t need a medic

Just strap me to the mast and

I’ll work through all of the feeling

Title by David Fowler

Words and music by Sam Craighead

Produced by Drew Bullock and Sam Craighead

The Toughest Guy

I don’t wanna fight—I just came here to have a good time

It’s my first night in this town

Don’t wanna start something and have to flip around

And do some moves on you 

I swear I’m pretty cool, just leave me be

…Alright, if you insist, 

Eyes on my first while I’m sweeping out that knee

And I’m struggling 

To fit in here

Can we start again?

Listen to me:

I don’t wanna do

Any of that fighting

Won’t you let me through?

Just trying to get by, man

Bye bye, man

That was your last mistake

And rather than confront my shit

I’m just gonna sit here and hit this bag

And sorry but I won’t admit

I’m really just angry at my dad

When this montage is done

I’m taking my gloves and cramming them down your throat

There’s nothing left to say here

Well, when will I be loved?

Cause I’m so tired of fighting

And nothing is enough

I’m barely getting by, man

Try and 

Lift as much as me

Words and music by Sam Craighead

Produced by David Welsh, Drew Bullock, and Sam Craighead

Rhythm guitars and banjo: David Welsh

Spa day

I can’t stand disappointing

Or causing any pain

Then looking up and seeing that

It’s only me again

Trying to get over

The windmills of my brain

Telling me to focus on

Small things that I can’t change

Take two mints and strap this mask back on

Try to clear your head

Find an episode funny enough

But not too interesting

Something that you’ve already heard before

But barely cutting edge

If there’s too much of a story 

You’ll be wide awake in bed

If there’s not enough you’re wandering 

Inside your mind again

Tell me something I don’t know right now

Remember when they said to “breathe from

Way down in your abdomen

You’ll reach the max in relaxation

If you try meditating

Block off ample time for self care

And burn some candles in your room 

Make your bed first thing each morning

And you’ll see a whole new you”?

Is there something I don’t do right now?

I know something I can do right now

Words and music by Sam Craighead

Produced by Drew Bullock, and Sam Craighead

The Cliff

Words and music by by Alexander Paquet, from the album Better Grid by Field Sleeper

Produced by Drew Bullock and Sam Craighead

Fretless acoustic bass by G.S. Schray

Seasonal Fever

Music by Mike Shiflet and Sam Craighead

Produced by Sam Craighead

Synth processing drones by Mike Shiflet