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No Outlet

by Dr. Martino

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1.
Flights 04:01
Openin' up now, openin' up the door feel the sea breeze on the shore and everything would be just fine but the tumor just wasn't benign so we're cuttin' it out now, yeah Pickin' it up now, pickin' up glass shards would she ever go that far would she ever go that way she stopped eatin' the soup of the day and she's pretty aloof now, yeah pickin a fight with you pickin a fight with you up all night with you up all night with you, oh. Fuckin' us up now, fuckin' up our chances our chance at romance so dot your t's and cross your i's or else the paperwork could be denied they tryin to fuck us up now, yeah pickin a fight with you pickin a fight with you up all night with you up all night with you, oh. I gotta a couple more things to show I gotta a couple more things to show I gotta a couple more flights to go I gotta a couple more flights to go.
2.
Waiting Song 02:49
Very little time to be spendin' with mine and then I drive around and drive around o yeah, I'm still waiting on you I'll be waiting on you How about you? I'll be waiting you I'll be waiting on you Then I leave for home but promised I would return and then I wait around and wait around o yeah, now its too late for you And it's too late me and How about you? And it's too late for me o, and it's too late for us
3.
Friends come, friends go get high, let go everything I ever wanted was like a house it chilled and haunted me Stay in, go out head full of doubt and all these tired verses always writing in first person And you can't depend on anyone on anyone my heart is full and my arms are open for everyone When you want it when you want it there's a place to hang your coat If you want it if you want it just make my change so I can go You beatnik you sellout you're way too cool for our kind now your high tops and I'm sure just leave your baggage on the floor Sometimes you're there try not to care but all the pressure's pressing down on me it's so depressing And even when you're right it seems you're never free my friends are gone so now I'm watching the TV When you want it when you want it there's a place to hang your coat If you want it if you want it just make my change so I can go You beatnik you sellout you're way too cool for our kind now your high tops and I'm sure just leave your baggage on the floor Will you make it to the show? Answer's probably no, no, no, no, no When you want it when you want it there's a place to hang your coat If you want it if you want it just make my change so I can go You beatnik you sellout you're way too cool for our kind now your high tops and I'm sure just leave your baggage on the floor
4.
Ode to V. 04:29
Best foot forward in my misstep best foot forward when I thinking about you caught flat-footed in my misstep caught flat-footed when I think about you What you taught me was impermanence what you taught was there is no control nothing much that I can do or say cause the wheel's gonna turn anyway it'll turn anyway up and down and every which way we're just here for the day Haven't felt just like myself today isolated in my hiding place wasn't something I was trying to face but the wheel's gonna turn anyway it'll turn anyway up and down and every which way we're just here for the day Vinnie, my boy, this is a song about saying goodbye Vinnie, my boy this pithy ode for all your hiding spots and all the good times Vinnie, my boy And so often, write about grief try to avoid it, try to keep it brief but it's so hard just to stay away but it's so easy when you feel the sting when I think about you o yeah, when I'm thinking about you when I eulogize you Vinnie, my boy, this is a song about saying goodbye Vinnie, my boy this pithy ode for all your hiding spots and all the good times Vinnie, my boy I just ask myself why the night's so long have some patience for one time in your life I just ask myself why the night's so long bidding my time as all the moments slow wading through this archipelago bidding my time as all the cannons blow Vinnie, my boy this is a song about saying goodbye Vinnie, my boy Vinnie, I never thought about saying goodbye Vinnie, I never thought about saying goodbye to you, my boy.
5.
Nothing to hold Nothing tonight Warmth in the cold Gas station light. How many times did you lose? How many times did you fail or misuse? How many times did you cry? How many nights did you sleep by the roadside? And what did you find? Another grain in the dust of a salt mine And what did you find? Another avenue, another avenue, oh? No time to close Packed up at night Set on the road No tears, no fright How many times did you lose? How many times did you fail or misuse? How many times did you cry? How many nights did you sleep by the roadside? And what did you find? Another grain in the dust of a salt mine And what did you find? Another avenue, another avenue, oh? What did you find? What did you know What did you find? What did you know?
6.
Interlude 00:47
7.
Is it getting better or is it getting worse? I can't tell if this fight has been a blessing or a curse Ooh, and I can't tell you what it means to be afraid Ooh, and I can't relate all my friends live so far away Believe what they told ya I am not that kind Ooh, and I can't indulge ya and it feels alright Well you can't fly if I don't let ya you can't cry in the rain hand in sin my light's feeling so dim but it all turns out the same One day I'll mine a big fat diamond out of all this rough but until then I'll sing it again got a lot, I got a lot of real good friends Believe what they told ya I am not that kind Ooh, and I can't indulge ya and it feels alright Believe what they told ya I am stepping out of the rain To ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh Believe what they told ya I am not that kind Ooh, and I can't indulge ya and it feels alright Yeah it feels alright Yeah it feels alright
8.
Matches 03:22
If I were water I would be someone's flood or I'd be dripping down a basement wall but too little too much I'll drink you dry I'll fill you up and who's to say that's not enough? It begins like you wanna be so much better stronger, smarter, more together than anybody else but you can't force a change you can't pick a fruit until it's ready tell me when will I feel steady? oh Lift the mattress where the gunk is strange home can't stop me now I'm lighting up matches I'm lighting up matches And it's already gone it's already gone Guess it's better than before yeah, I'm almost ready taken by the neon colors blinded by the light and all we are is on and on fake your likeness be a star and don't depend on anyone but me Lift the mattress where the gunk is strange home can't stop me now I'm lighting up matches I'm lighting up matches And it's already gone it's already gone Gone, gone, gone
9.
Nobody 03:48
You feel the pop pop bang bang, pullin away and your late night cloud high is startin to fade you find yourself alone and you're really pushed to the bring stress is the catalyst, stress is the catalyst, oh Something that nobody knows something that you see something that nobody knows you see the clock strike six and you're still wide awake and your blood-shot eyes pop, you're startin to fade you've held your head above, now you're really starting to sink something to laugh about, nothing to laugh about, oh Something that nobody knows something that you see something that nobody knows Nobody, something nobody knows the fight for you love Nobody, something nobody knows the fight for your trust You tend to recap, backtrack most of the day and your net-year end plan is in disarray the things you think about just before you're going to sleep the things you think about, the things you think about Nobody, something nobody knows the fight for you love Nobody, something nobody knows the fight for your trust Nobody, not even you. Nobody's home we're all alone Nobody's home we're all alone I even called Nobody's home I even called nobody's home Nobody's home pick up the phone, Nobody's home nobody.
10.
Where had our heroes gone? can't recall what they said. So tough to notice when you're tucked under my bed And then I realized I had few pics of you frame 'em one by one and hang 'em in my room It's sad to say It's sad to say the party's over now let's all go back to sleep such a pharisee, a refugee I hug Mohammed but I don't know what to say The party's over now And then you'd wake up hear the knocking at your door we watched reruns featuring Sir Roger Moore I was a child with my childish ways I'd ride by bike over and skip school for the day It's sad to say It's sad to say the party's over now let's all go back to sleep such a pharisee, a refugee I hug Mohammed but I don't know what to say The party's over now
11.
Problems 03:22
I've got problems and their rising to the surface I've got problems that I swept under the red, red carpet I've got problems but are they really even worth it? My lonely problems, or am I just another person? And their rising to the surface I've got issues, deeper than volcanic fissures I'm under pressure I see stairs like I'm M.C. Escher I've got mountains and their rising to the surface I see green mountains just before I draw the curtains Hey, hey, Imma type it all day: "all work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy" And their rising to the surface, o yeah, their rising to the surface, I finally frowned I finally found what I'm looking for I finally frowned without waiting too long I'm finally down not just numb as I walk around town I finally frowned without waiting too long
12.
Give me some motherfuckin' money! throw this dog a bone to eat when you're friends with really high class people but you wanna smash the bourgeoisie Don't wanna wake up in the morning don't wanna find a steady job cause you know cash I really wanna scratch a little from the bottom for a chance just to get to the top And you like books and cars and coke and bars and luxury of all kinds entitled thing you bougie thing well I guess I really wanna but I'm doing just fine Smoke em if you got em let the dog off off the leash take a winding road to nowhere cause you know credit cards are free, baby Cause you like hotel rooms and silver spoons you got a case of class envy entitled thing, you human thing well I guess I really want it but I get it for free
13.
Woke up this morning to the sound of cows started dropping pennies down the wishing well hear em bounce and fall and come to life before me age of self reflection on the touch screen And your skin is real, as real as can be wanna pull it back oh so delicately what kind of life is that? with your head in the clouds put it back on your shoulders and look around Hey! Whatcha say? won't you come around to my wireless heart Hey! It'll be okay if you come around to my wireless heart Catching signals in the darkness waiting for my life to start signals, darkness it's the light light I find Wanna run and hide from all the high lives open my eyes I'm doing alright you are my greatest friend you are my worst enemy mechanical waves on a mechanical sea Hey! Whatcha say? won't you come around to my wireless heart Hey! It'll be okay if you come around to my wireless heart Catching signals in the darkness waiting for my life to start signals, darkness it's the light And I wanted to save that sheep I wanted to run I wanted you to go that deep I wanted to run Hey! Whatcha say? won't you come around to my wireless heart Hey! It'll be okay if you come around to my wireless heart Catching signals in the darkness waiting for my life to start signals, darkness it's the light light I find Chupacabra Gonna get ya Clear your browser Motherfucker

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Written and Performed by Dr. Martino
Engineered and Mixed by Jason Banta
Mastered by Matt Baltrucki

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released November 19, 2021

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