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falling forward like a nuisance. i strive for
success when i have the time and sigh.
any way i might drive straight to the
point. falling forward like a pressure
gauge. but it’s fate. falling forward like a
saint.
came down a causeway with god’s
restraint. who gon’ cosplay the cause
today? which one of y’all gave the sauce
away? i can’t concentrate! still falling
forward. tall order, yet i’ll endure it. smile,
it’s all recorded. i’m lost like all
importance. it’s all performance, it’s all
extortion. last call to ball if y’all ignore it.
can’t withdraw once gone in orbit. we
outta here, baby! student of the ruthless
movin’ with no confusion. bold to hold us
human bones been looted, no solution.
more minutiae over shooting but we used to
groovin’. super nuisance, too elusive. too
deluged with new illusions. it’s always the
little things spent all day, just grimacing.
they parlay this middling. it’s sickening… it’s
riveting! joy’s the elective when death’s
relentless that, too, is reckless. but who gon’
check this? birth the earth, dependents
resent it. our mother burns for another turn.
how i’ve suffered, yet i’ve come to learn. i
could get paid forreal but i can’t escape
forreal. unless you wanna… we can’t talk
about that here.
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cut the check
01:52
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every day is pressure. not these stakes
considered treasure. i leave my life until i’m
pleasant. these conversations make my
head hurt. just write it up and cut the check,
okay? now i’m a threat, okay. leave my body
till i’m back in the city. obfuscate and then
enlighten some day. just cut the check, cut
the check. now i’m a threat, okay. fill my
body with this sense of hate. i’m the pebble
that you kicked away. just cut the check, cut
the check. every day is less and less. the sun
goes down in increments i guess. i put the
pen to paper less and less. desire
sycophants to ease my stress.
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3. |
wax figures in the rain
02:51
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i’m heading for the coast line. i’ll leave the
problems of this world long behind. i do not
make it in time. this is the dream i
frequently do design. reticent and cold i
linger in the glow. wax figures in the rain,
piss alleys of the soul. don’t call on me
expecting. passing out ropes for the actors. i
don’t give a f**k about the past, just put me
in a casket; nothing comes after. i thought
we had to go much faster. a guest in the
present, a ghost of thirty years of disaster.
the truth is the latter. your friends are a
mirror. a light won’t shine any clearer now
that you know. no. i know my function’s
minimal. slower now, miserable. i’m piss in
the alley, the rain on the window, the drive
past The Dive and the dead in the old home.
don’t call on me expecting shit.
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4. |
throwing rocks
02:21
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i bought a real education. it’s only real
enough to avoid confrontation. just once
and i’d die. i feel the sweat from the
buildings. the sun is punishing above.
bodies drip through the sidewalk cracks
then come back to life. i’m gonna tell
everyone to assuage their discomfort. i
know lies couldn’t hurt them but it might in
their dreams. a slip of paper with ones
decimating the futures of a people in love
fidgeting in their jeans. spot a dumb f**king
prick throwing rocks at my window and he
throws and he throws but he never
succeeds. bitches throwing stones like
raindrops. a lot of heads talking and they
don’t stop. i feed em to the birds, like Byrne
with the words. i know they rot because i’ve
got it and they do not. and1 come and get
your face lost. learn yourself a lesson like
brainpop. you’ll think i’m walking with a
blade the way i stay sharp and when i come
around the curve you better quit gawking. a
sea of wasted time with all this spitballing.
ain’t it funny how the first ones that you pick
when you turn your back are the same first
ones to come around and throw a brick.
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memory 107
02:11
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i watched my life go, my mind breaks. and
all it took was one conversation. two people
that ran out of time. in the end i would have
thought we’d live but… detached, in bed, i
see your face and kiss your head a million
times. i can’t live, i resign, i’m out of time.
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6. |
death cult
02:31
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joanie went off campus, thought she found
an actor. said she’s coming back but never
did. pain behind the temples. party served
up absinthe. no one ever comes back, they
stick. growing like a weed in the garden.
stupid kid couldn’t finish what he started.
floated through the scene in a bad dream.
fleeting acts in a stack, discarded. asphalt
sets the skin graft, locks on every window,
i step in the material world. seasons never
change here. prospects look the same here i
just want the — once i had a bad fall. said
“come up and visit.” no one left her out of
their sights. so i filled my pockets with what
they couldn’t finish, had a sip and asked
for a light
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7. |
faces of vultures
02:24
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the city has no culture since you left. i’m not
sure how to cry. i feel like a thorn in your
side. with enemies i sympathize. but when
you came around you f**ked up my whole
life. riding in my car, floating, am i wrong?
it’s that, what you do. don’t let me down like
you’re supposed to (my friend). i know the
way out of this one. you can’t follow through.
the faces of vultures eating the culture. no
reason, we both can’t.
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my face gets old. cracks in the sidewalk i’ll
keep avoiding. i can’t even approach it. first
though, sweat dangles from the smoke ring.
i know you’re always joking. i try to take the
first step. seconds later, choking. i know you
always won’t be. i know always, you won’t be.
keep my head down like a coin flip. no
contact. money in the bank is a mountain
and i might slip. signed contract, i wonder if
they know that it don’t mean shit.
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flipping and whipping the shit. hop out and
flick on the wrist. i am feeling my best. time
resets. i’m not feeling no better. i’m feeling
so dead. i’m feeling new. talkin. moving
target, i am in the forest. i am loyal servant .
see u, love u. i am a target. basic logic, i am
in the forest. i lay here exhausted. tell me if u
want it. i am waiting loyal. how u write the
story im dedicated, loyal. i don’t want to tell
you that it ends.
f**ked up how long its taking. ive been here
waiting. i don’t see you. so what? you don’t
wanna be the one to save it? i don’t need
faith. i don’t see faking with you. on a steep
grade its a cheat, blade in the view. on the
hunt for something vicious i became the
target. trouble when i walked in. tell me if you
want it. are you down? are you holding tonight?
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10. |
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every time i come through i improve, just the
same as the tone from tidal waves and
designs of a face etched in time but also
changing with it.
i write less. imagine a future o compilations
of text. ableton stay open, pipe dreams
coalesce into the drums above, images in a
line. i thought i couldn’t love, not even the
sky. watching the flickers of the lightning
bug tempting me to jump into the grief of
losing a love. dun dun dun dun dun dun.
damn its in another song. “what u trippin for,
i thought you was grown? ” i heard in the
back of my mind. blurred by the smoke.
that’s just how this shit goes.
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silence is the key, i’m talkin bout Denowitz.
i silence the C's but Irving reap the
benefits. i'm a play dead now but i'm a
perfect synergist. scrape the dinner plates
pal triggering my inner gifts. watch a black
heart bleed for entertainment nightly,
suffocating pipe dreams you're cordially
invited see. simple plan with sinner juice.
you're gonna find me first in line here, at
the kissing booth. gonna find my queen.
make a n**** spiritual. you know that I
can't let you go. you're from another galaxy
like me. it's open season you catch the
scent when my rib cage start bleed. my toes
kneelin. stop comparin my game to bitch
ass Adam Theilen. filed a grievance as long
as this weed hits. please believe it a
touchdown. 4 pancakes is gon' be the last
thing yo ass get in my state said the prison
warden. in the winter we get about double
the numbers. blames big government for
all the pain and sufferin. i ain’t above it. i'm
locked in man think nothing of it. i'm
locked in man but you warned the public.
i'm not to easy to process. i'm just part of
the process, make it easy to digest. and we
callin this progress.
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12. |
nightclub
02:12
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i thought you had paid, had it covered. i
jumped up to see where you were. in the
corner of my eye you were glowing. please,
let’s not fight in front of eyes, let’s just have
a discussion. falling but forward (i keep it
down). half of the time it’s Mutations. the
other half it’s Voyeur. spanning time with no
patience and no vacations. getting kicked
out of public places. watching you flow
through a nightclub, it’s dizzying. watching
you flow every night.
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following
04:25
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the city is a night bus. i wanna eat the
skyline but it’s all gone. i think someone is
behind us following. put this all behind me.
brandishing a pocket knife in my brain. i
can never come down. i’m the best, that’s
the truth, and that’s all that you know. where
i go next: the city on a night bus. no, lights
don’t blind me. i am full elation. polishing
my shoes. never make phone calls. it’s all a
sign proves unless you lose. i think someone
is behind us following. but he’s suffering.
someone following and it’s everything (but
it means nothing).
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lord of the shithouse
03:07
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all i do is work. how can you depend on me?
clocking in and out, spending money
frivolously. i am a machine giving back to
industry. i want to reimburse the creators
that employed my seed: i am the lord of the
shithouse. in time i’ll become a household
commodity. you’ll see me in your dreams,
you’ll see me in your shit and see there
aren’t new ideas. the alternate reality. i pray
you’re self involved enough to find a better
way. you’ll see. i am the lord. i’m reeling. tell
me that you need it. tell me that you mean it.
i could never leave it now. got enough to get
back if i’m lucky – for a train and a cab. do
you trust me? i found peace in the leaves on
the concrete. i could save up a jar and they’d
never find me.
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give me something for the come down
cause i could use a little slow motion. plus a
minute to play catch up. just a second while
this adds up. you don't have to hold back
that much. i feel it building. all this pressure
got me reaching to relieve it, i hit the curve
and know i wish that i could level out. you
got me so i get the next. i plant this, sow,
come and collect. i planned this so with all
respect i’ll be seeing it through. i don't know
how i got so far. fist to the face in a front
yard. fanning the flames just to get started.
friends gathering in the fake gardens.
callousness craving to stay hardened. wait
in the shade til a change charges. afraid of a
game that i play pardoned. as if i don’t got
options. as if i earned this godsend. as if – i
learn un-mocked and (floats with the cost,
people we lost, personal loss, everything
gone: that’s it, i tried.) will you recognize my
face next time you see it and when you do i
hope you know that they don't love you like i
love you, they don't see you the way that i
do. they don't know the things that i knew.
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