Lyrics and Credits – Killer Bee Brownie

“Killer Bee Brownie”

Written and performed by Cameron James Ford (ASCAP IPI #: 562740645)
Engineered, mixed, and mastered by Cameron Ford in Chico, CA
Guitars: Will Watje, Matt Osterholt
Vocals: Cameron Ford, Lorna Such, Garrett Gray, Webster Moore, John Wold, Jen Benoit, Ben Ruttenburg
Produced by John Wold
“Enemy of Time” and “Lucky Punk” mixed by Will Watje
“The Worst Kind Of Life” written by Cameron Ford and John Wold
“Break On Through To The Other Side” lyrics by Jim Morrison/The Doors

  1. Killer Bee Brownie (QZFZ31930308)
  2. Enemy Of Time (QZFZ31930309)
  3. Break On Through (QZFZ31930310)
  4. Stranger To Love (QZFZ31930311)
  5. Ranger (QZFZ31930312)
  6. Lucky Punk (QZFZ31930313)
  7. Scumbag Comedy Hacks (QZFZ31930314)
  8. Worst Kind of Life (QZFZ31930315)
  9. Tough (QZFZ31930316)
  10. Why So Personal (QZFZ31930317)

 

Killer Bee Brownie

Running down the street

And I’m cutting down the trees

On my mind is nothing but the 

Nothing on my mind is 

Coming on out to play today

Follow me on this holiday

 

Walking on the lake and I’m

Feeling all awake cuz I 

just jumped in with my two feet and

Now I don’t even have to think

Now that I got my remedy

 

Get all you want get all you need

Get all you wanted out of me

Come on come on miss killer bee brownie

 

Yeah Yeah   

 

Everyday I thought about it

Might’a been a problematic

Lead up Lead up Lead up

To this day but

Now that I got to meet you I’ll

Never go back again

 

It’s the way that you look 

Way that you look yeah yeah

Way that you look at me 

It’s the way that you look

Way that you cook up that

problem-solving hazelnut sweets

 

Get all you want get all you need

I don’t wanna be your enemy

Come on come on miss killer bee brownie  

 

I don’t wanna be a poet

I don’t wanna even know it

If I’m a tease apologies

 

It’s the way that I wanna be

Yeah yeah

The way that I wanna be

 

Get all you want get all you need

Get all you wanted out of me

Come on come on miss killer bee brownie

 

Enemy Of Time

I don’t wanna eat today

And not because I’m losing weight

The diner closing down ain’t on my mind

I just wanna be the enemy of time

 

I don’t wanna demonstrate

I ain’t chasing down the fame

I like walking down broadway

Without the hassle or the headache

 

Don’t wanna be a fan

Don’t wanna be the man

Don’t care to be the one

Who married his best friend

 

I know it’s a comedy

It’s already dawned on me

The way I’m living life might be a crime

 

I just wanna be the enemy of time

 

I can’t help it I’m afraid

She left me cuz I don’t behave

The end of me is the only thing that’s

Always on my mind

 

I just wanna be the end of me tonight

I just wanna be the end of me tonight

 

Break On Through To The Other Side

You know the day destroys the night

Night divides the day

Tried to run Tried to hide

Break on through to the other side

 

We chased our pleasures here

Dug our treasures there

But can you still recall

The time we cried

Break on through to the other side

 

Everybody loves my baby she gets high

 

I found an island in your arms

A country in your eyes

Arms that chain us

Eyes that lied

Break on through to the other side 

 

Stranger To Love

If you only knew all the little things

that went through my head today

If I wrote them out

It would only bring you down

I ain’t the kind of guy who knows how to get by

when the going gets tough

I ain’t used to you baby

I’m a stranger to love

Stranger to Love

Sick in the head Sick of the home

Sick of the bottle Sick to the bone

Stranger to the lovers in the streets and in the bed

It’s all good

If I only had a little less pain

I’d be good to go again

But I don’t even belong in the city where I’m from

I don’t believe the world owes you anything

You’re a rat. You’re dust. You suck.

You better get used to it baby.

I’m a stranger to love.

Stranger to Love

Sick in the head Sick of the home

Sick of the bottle Sick to the bone

Stranger to the lovers in the streets and in the bed

It’s all good

 

Ranger

If you’re walking and you’re talking

About hangin out

I suggest you move along

 

I ain’t been kind to strangers

Even if they know it’s me

But she screams louder for the ranger

 

Even if they know how cold it is to be me

 

Falling down is twice the fun

When there’s nowhere else to run

I guess I’m taking money from the bank I own

Selling honey from the hive I’m holding

Your pillow smells like Cigarettes and El Patron

 

If your stalking and you wanna be walking

Next to me

I suggest you move along

 

Don’t take it personal

No I don’t want to be alone forever

Don’t take it personal

I don’t wanna show you what’s underneath me

 

Falling down is twice the fun

When there’s nowhere else to run

I guess I’m taking money from the bank I own

Selling honey from the hive I’m holding

Your pillow smells like Cigarettes and El Patron

 

Lucky Punk

It’s just a hop skip and a jump

Until you find the lucky punk

It will make you wanna wrong

All the rights and ride along

 

They’re out there I know it

I can see it all the time

They’re out there I feel it

Like the breeze in summertime

 

There out there I know it

They’re out there I know it

 

It’s just a hop skip and a jump

Until you find the one you want

A hop skip and a jump 

Until you find that midnight sun

 

I don’t when I am gonna find that lucky punk

I don’t when I am gonna find that lucky punk

 

Scumbag Comedy Hacks

Hey don’t you know that I’m coming back again

I’m coming back again and I’m not listening to you

Anymore than I have to

Don’t you know that I’m coming back

For all the tax

And all those scumbag comedy hacks you fooled

 

Hey don’t you know that I’ve taken down the house

I’ve broken down the crown and I’ve been outta town but now

I’m back and I gotta get right with the city I wronged and I

Belong inside the tower I was qualified to rule

Now that I am running out of time

I wanna feel alive

I wanna be reminded of the good times

 

The Worst Kind Of Life

Never knew anybody could be so sad

But I don’t wanna be alone

Somebody out there’s got to be listening

To the rhythm of the wrong 

 

Never knew the enemy would be so glad

Now That I am on my own.

Tell my god and tell my demons

Don’t hold back

 

And bring me the worst kind of life 

 

Anchored to longing as it pulls me below

Lashing and gasping to stay afloat

I’ll make sure you don’t feel miserable

Pleading the tide to ebb me home

 

Bring me the worst kind of life

Bring me the worst kind of life

 

Tough

I can tell it’s happening again

Don’t know why I’m always worrying

Smoke another cigarette and pour myself a whiskey

I don’t think I’ll ever get out from underneath this feeling

 

After all the freaking out 

I’m thinking of being a monk in tibet

I wanna be the one to help me. 

Waiting for the pain to leave my body

 

How does it feel to be tough?

I can see the world leave me behind

I can tell they just don’t have the time

 

Crank another Valium and smoke ten thousand cigarettes

I don’t think I’ll ever get out from underneath the blanket

 

After all the freaking out I’m thinking of being a monk in tibet

I wanna be the one to help me. Waiting for the pain to leave my body (2x)

 

How does it feel to be tough?

 

Why So Personal

Why So Personal?

It takes the flow

It takes a long time 

To get to know

These friends of mine

They always hide

They tell me why I like you so much

Better when we both try

Why so impossible?

So personal

The only mind I find you to be

Better after coffee in the morning

Or after midnight

 

Why so personal

I like you so much 

Better when we both try

 

Tour Blog #4 – Seattle

We had an excellent time in Seattle. Here’s some video of the show at substation

Thanks for reading. Were home now, I’ve got some new songs to record and ill be posting some short uodates over the next few weeks of that.

And here’s some pics walking round town in Seattle. Thanks to Jack Knight trio for letting us play with them. Cheers y’all. Back into the studio we go!

Tour Blog #3 Portland

Portland is a very relaxing place. They have CBD infused IPA’s and eCh quadrant is pretty walkable. We hung out in southeast for the most part. Stopped by the peoples pig for some BBQ before the show and the food was amazing. Hazy/juicy IPAs are all the rage now so I threw down a couple of those while we had dinner with family.

We played a show at the Waypost with Green Hills Alone, some Portland homies that graduated from the Chico scene a long time ago. Their set was very enjoyable and even included a rendition of the cheers theme which reminded me if my Chicago days playing the gallery cabaret. The producer if the show really liked that I could play that song and that he got to sing it at the end of our exhausting 3 hour Friday night open mic. I think that’s how I got that gig actually. So it was special to hear that song. Our set was super fun. Here’s a video

I’m starting to really enjoy being able to actually hear myself on the microphone. I’m used to crashing drums and roaring guitars that have to compete with but now if I feel like the music is getting a little too hot, I’m just a small knob turn away from being right in the pocket. I love it. I could do this same set 200 nights in a row no problem.

Anyway, enough lead singer music talk, we’ve sold half our CDs, saw some old friends (Al, Mark, and Ryan) and the next day I got to catch up with my old pal Gary who I haven’t seen in almost ten years. It was amazing. After that the gang hung at my Tabor park

We watched the bears get out foxed by chicoan Aaron Rodgers – he looked like it was a walk on the park coming back from a 20 point lead with a bum leg. Pretty cool. Poor bears.

On our way to Seattle, stopped in Tacoma for korean BBQ. Last show of the tour is on wednesday at substation with Jack Knight.

Thanks!

We’re on our way to Seattle but we’re stopping in Tacoma for Korean food.

Tour blog #2 – Eugene, OR

Woke up in Jacksonville, OR and cruised around town looking for coffee. Found a sweet place called pony espresso where we could sit outside.

Everybody in Ashland was wearing masks but folks in Jacksonville/Eugene don’t seem to mind the smoke as much. here’s a couple pics of the gang in Jacksonville.

And here we are in Eugene, OR where we played Sam Bonds Brewery. We were able to cruise the town a little before heading to the venue. Nolan basically gave us a tour if all the venues he’s played with his other bands.

‘played there with Perp D, did an outdoor acoustic set by myself right there, here’s where me, Pat Hull, and Jack Knight posted up for and hour and played munchkin (card game)’. We parked in front of this house in Eugene.

Were trying to get some T-shirts printed up so I made these logos in the car ride

And here’s some pics from the show at Sam Bonds. It went great! We sold some CDs and the other band (muscle beach petting zoo) rocked an instrumental punk/prog set after us.

Today we’re driving to Portland and hopefully it’s less smoky up there. Thanks for reading!

Tour blog #1 – fire on I5

We set sail on tour yesterday after playing a hometown show in Chico with John Morris, Scout, and Barrel Aged at the Maltese in Chico – this show was great. I had to work the next day but it was still fun to play our second show ever at the Maltese with good pals. Scout also has the same sampler as me and we played the Chico bike festival together so it was great kicking it. I’m pretty sure we’ll see each other around a lot in Chico. I only caught John’s last two songs but he’s got a lot of potential. I hope he plays more often. Barrel aged was super funny. Rob the lead singer guitar player has really good songs and I want to hear their debut record before they get pretentious. I bet it will be raw as hell.

On to Ashland, a 3.5 hour trip that took us almost 6 hours because of this huge fire near Shasta. Because a truck jack-knifed on 299, the normal way to re-route off I5, there was so much traffic we actually went through Lassen. Here’s a visual

Crazy right?

It’s all good with me though. I prefer the country roads. Once we got to oberons in Ashland I was wiped. I had to work the morning after the Maltese show and we left at 1pm. It was 730 now and my brain was buzzing, ordered a pineapple IP from a brewery I never heard of, scarfed a Mac and cheese dog, then set up.

We had a crew of about ten people checking us out and two of them bought CDs so we must have done something right. One guy told me, ‘you guys made it into my CD collection’. Apparently he collects CDs from bands who come through oberons? Cool!

Anyway here’s a pic of the show.

And here’s a pic from a rest stop in Weed, CA – pretty smokey up there

We’re getting breakfast in Jacksonville today (thanks for letting us stay Adriane!).

On to Eugene, OR to play at Sam Bonds Brewery tonight!