The Jim Yoshii Pile-Up is a 5 piece band formed in 1997 in Oakland, Califor… Read Full Bio ↴The Jim Yoshii Pile-Up is a 5 piece band formed in 1997 in Oakland, California. Named after a high school friend of the band, their highly textured sound spans the range from indie to post-rock. They have released three full lengths on Absolutely Kosher Records. As of 2006, the band is on hiatus.
The band includes leadsinger Paul Gonzenbach, drummer Ryan Craven, bassist Frankie Koeller, and on guitar both Noah Blumberg and Ian Connelly.
The band includes leadsinger Paul Gonzenbach, drummer Ryan Craven, bassist Frankie Koeller, and on guitar both Noah Blumberg and Ian Connelly.
Middle Harbor Road
The Jim Yoshii Pile-Up Lyrics
We have lyrics for these tracks by The Jim Yoshii Pile-Up:
3 1 One, two, three It's easy Four, five, six It's magic Seven, …
3 + 1 One, two, three It's easy Four, five, six It's magic Seven, …
A Deep Deep Lake What's lost is never found As we go spinning 'round and…
Burning Flag So the hours inside your house slow and you go…
Haunted Rooms I think I was drunk, Or nearly there for a while. I…
Heart My Home I left my home at seventeen, I had no choice,…
hello Hello, my name is Chao, what is your name Hi, I…
Mind of God I'm calling on the off-chance you were waiting by the…
SE Corner The street sounds different with the rain like your voice…
Silver Sparklers It comes back to me like pieces in a dream…
Sleeping in the Crawlspace No time like the past to relive. So much I…
Thanksgiving Grey You've lost time in the best of houses. You wake up…
Were You Misused? Would you stay for one night? if i didn't come home? the…
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This isn't life.
This isn't ok.
This isn't much more than survival.
I know the kids next door bother you.
I've seen you flinch at the screams and the abuse.
I know the cars at night honk at you.
I've seen the rings around your eyes in the morning.
They're selling guns on the corner.
Maybe we should reconsider.
Well, how much do they want?
How much do they want?
Well, this might be the best that we ever do,
Living in the gap between downtown and the water,
Filling in the blank spaces,
Clinging to you,
Miming through our lives again,
Sleeping with the lights on again.
If we don't take sides will we slip by unnoticed?
If we duck inside,
Keep our heads down,
Don't go out?
"How much are they?"
"How much is it worth to you?"