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Wish You Weren't Here

by Ryan Kopperud

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1.
Willie Mays 03:42
Verse 1 I never had a lot of patience, prone to daydream I had a short attention span; they were laughin’ at me at fifteen I had thick skin, started chasin’ passion takin’ chances, why try and predict what happens I just - sip liquor, write, and worry bout the planet too antsy to sit down, and too angry to stand it got a couple insecurities I still don’t care to name just wanna dip, git a ticket, and split on a airplane spend my days humble, I’m huntin’ a beach hut where I can read a book a week, and eat daily for three bucks Sallie Mae could fuck off, I could turn the news off learn silence, write a lot, the merry-go’d stop but there I go blowin’ my story before it’s ended guess we all need a dream, and I just figured I should mention so the day they finally pay me, know how I intend to spend it on my family, plane tickets and a fuckin’ case of Hendricks Chorus But I’m alive, I promise I’m alive no matter how hard they try, to convince me it’s a lie I’m alive, I promise, alive and I’ma need the reminder until day that I die You’re alive, I promise, you’re alive no matter how hard they try, to convince you it’s a lie we’re alive, god dammit, we’re alive and we all need the reminder until day that we die Verse 2 For now I’m clearin’ smoke, midwest, no coast throwin’ fists in a rematch, with half of my ghosts roller coaster ride, broken on the ocean side Now I’m dancin’ in the sand, my middle fingers in the sky And I mean no disrespect, just been learning disregard Lately been feelin’ sick of just thinkin’ so damn hard the answer’s roundabout, might never figure ‘em out why break my brain tryin’, I’m sick of fightin’ that bout It ain’t considered quittin’, when you swing and rarely hittin’ get some ice up on your bruises, the wisdom is in the liftin’ back up, learn to duck, and every punch you land is great ‘cause the fight was never really fair in the first place Paranoia, everybody got their eye on me I’ll keep on makin’ tracks, til’ they’re sick of readin’ my diary Can’t say I really had many wishes granted I’m just tryin’ to find roots wherever my feet are planted Chorus But I’m alive, I promise I’m alive no matter how hard they try, to convince me it’s a lie I’m alive, I promise, alive and I’ma need the reminder ‘til day that I die You’re alive, I promise, you’re alive no matter how hard they try, to convince you it’s a lie we’re alive, god dammit, we’re alive and we all need the reminder until day that we die Verse 3 I’m sick of standin’ still, but at least I’m still standin’. Starin’ at the hills, and dreamin’ about the mansions. Doin’ what’s demanded, and playin’ the cards I’m handed, acrobatic backflips, and I’m findin’ my feet for landin’. Out of control, liable to whip lash ‘em. Used to question, “What’s next?” I learned to quit askin’. Be grateful your awake, and aware of your passion, at that rate, I’m doin’ great, and ahead of at least half ‘em. Carryin’ the weight, I’m bout to have a back spasm kill pain and stay patient, I promise I’ll out last ‘em. Fashionin’ my armor and spears, haborin’ fears and carvin’ my niche quickly, I been starvin’ for years. Hungry and on the hunt, with a little too much to say, but I’m sick of all the silence, hackin’ the static in my way. If you keep kickin’ the door, I promise that shit’ll break, just gotta push past not knowin’ how many tries it’ll take. Chorus But I’m alive, I promise I’m alive no matter how hard they try, to convince me it’s a lie I’m alive, I promise, alive and I’ma need the reminder ‘til day that I die You’re alive, I promise, you’re alive no matter how hard they try, to convince you it’s a lie we’re alive, god dammit, we’re alive and we all need the reminder until day that we die
2.
Exhaust 04:00
Verse 1 [That year we had the] Longest winter ever, I barely survived the snow so I made my west to shake the cold outta my bones it was dark, I needed a free hand a flashlight somebody to remind me everything that happened last night that whisky fire kept me warm after biking through my city shitty drunken in a hailstorm see the key is not to fight it, focus on the destination, never stop ridin’ bidin’ time and realigning my priorities inside and when I get it figured out, I’ll let you know that I’m fine ‘til then I’ma drink and think it out with my pen my day ends, I’ma gonna wake and do it over again The first time I dipped my feet in the pacific Felt like in a way I was getting back some minutes Played a drinkin’ game with God; we got a bottle to finish She drank the last drop, now I’m prayin’ that she spins it And if she only watches over drunkards and thieves Then I’ma knock a shot back and steal a couple’a Zs Chorus No temperature, my exhaust Tryin’ not to think about it as another thing I’ve lost ‘cause it all moves too fast, and you can't buy time and I never even claimed to have the stomach for this ride Am I makin' a mess, yes, I guess this is life Can somebody to tell me that I’m doin’ it right Verse 2 Lately I’m too tired, sick of the small talk I still smile when I’m sad, still drinkin’ it on the rocks only ever works every other pint of gin when you drink to drown the sorrow, but sorrow knows how to swim Not askin’ for your pity, my city loves me deep and she knows it takes a last call to lull me to sleep My leaky dream catcher keeps on tearin’ at the seams and a handful of my demons wanna blow off steam, The problem is, how it is, is never really how it seems Carvin' days in the wall, I count to ten when I breathe to find peace... just wanna keep it simple Wanna make 'em smile, see every pretty girl's dimples. king of cold shoulders, never losin’ composure findin’ a little closure, and finally startin’ over. desire for control is all that we know tryin' not to get tied down by knowin' the ropes Now the fools gold ain't comin', but neither is the snow Maybe I’m finally learning how to let it all go Chorus No temperature, my exhaust Tryin’ not to think about it as another thing I’ve lost ‘cause it all moves too fast, and you can't buy time and I never even claimed to have the stomach for this ride Am I makin' a mess, yes, I guess this is life Can somebody to tell me that I’m doin’ it right Verse 3 I broke rule number one, I stopped havin’ fun Transplanted to the left coast, tryin’ to chase the sun I was eatin’ then, and the green was legal then, for the first time in awhile, I couldn’t see my evils then Now I’m back in my town, where the seasons can beat you down But I’m back to standin’ up now, and seekin’ out a crown The world’s a big place, it’s finally startin’ to show that home is a thing we never know until we go I’ve been losin’ my mind, just tryin’ to find the facts and won’t be able to relax, until I finally get it back Land’O’Lakes, just a man of spinnin’ plates Still tryin’ to find the answers to questions of what I make. I make music, make money, make love I make friends, make choices, always make time for hugs makin’ moves daily, every day I’m payin’ dues people used to call me square, now I’m makin’ smart cool Want ‘em to know that I’m trying And my worst fear is dying with my best song inside me Chorus (8 Bars) No temperature, my exhaust Tryin’ not to think about it as another thing I’ve lost ‘cause it all moves too fast, and you can't buy time and I never even claimed to have the stomach for this ride Am I makin' a mess, yes, I guess this is life Can somebody to tell me that I’m doin’ it right

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released November 27, 2020

Produced by Jake Finckler
Mixed & Mastered by Big Cats
Album Art by Misfit Sleep
Photography by Justin Silvis

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Ryan Kopperud Minneapolis, Minnesota

Ryan Kopperud is an artist from Minneapolis, MN. His work is equal parts complex and effortless, ranging from topics of love, loss, depression, struggle, and celebration.

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