1. |
Get Real
03:56
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Come down and see me
It's been more than 10 weeks
You prayed to your deities
That I wont be coming back
I can tell that your mad
You still can't hear me
The riddles that I speak
Chase me down I-street
We're taking a new way back
To cigarette ash
I'll show you what I mean now
The taste of the when and how
You dragged all my demons out
And wrestled them to the ground
Old shoes on tired feet
Your black vans are ripping
Fake holes in your tee
Your style is gripping now
So original
You can't understand me
The language that I speak
Chase me down I-street
We're taking a few steps back
From cigarette ash
I'll show you what I mean now
The taste of the when and how
You dragged all my demons out
And wrestled them to the ground
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2. |
Bird Up!
03:38
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I can't explain why I'm slowing down at green lights
And what's her name? Embarrassed because we've already met twice
Getting waist deep in the mud with everyone I know
And I can't behave myself when you come to the show
I can't behave myself
It's hard to tame all this curly hair in the morning
And what's his name? Spectacular that he's so boring
Getting neck deep in the mud with everyone I know
And I can't behave myself when you come through my show
I can't behave myself
Look at me
Getting put in the back seat
I'm gonna melt in this wet heat
And they'll play it on repeat
credits
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3. |
KFC (Kent French Claps)
02:51
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No reason that I'd take it slow
Greed leaves us never feeling full
Futile feudal animus
Feeling too tired to resist
The colors of the truth
Painted with abuse
When I'm with you
I feel subdued
Can't get a clue
I feel subdued
New fears play right into our hands
Keeps you from figuring out our plans
Stumbling over the words maligned
Played out like movies in my mind
The scores of those uncouth
Grappling with the truth
When I'm with you
I feel subdued
Don't miss your cue
I feel subdued
Paint us some truth
Red flowers too
When I'm with you
I feel sub-
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4. |
Kitsch
04:16
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Never really had a good day
Never really fixed this back ache
Swoop in on a parachute
Deprive me of some good news
You made us pay for what was free
Campy and kitsch was all we need
You said that you would never lie to me
But you can and you do
In the sanctuary of my mind
I leave my world problems behind
In the sanctuary of my mind
Can't remember any good days
Can you help me fix this mistake
Don't like what you see on TV
It's just too strange here to believe
They said that they would never lie to you
But they can and they do
In the sanctuary of my mind
I leave my world problems behind
In the sanctuary of my mind
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5. |
Interloud
02:12
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(Instrumental)
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6. |
Sit Tight
02:20
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7. |
Aqua Dog
04:28
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New candles, change in the mood
Let's turn this dreary place around
Disrupting the program
Can lead to doom you'll soon find out
A candle knocked over
More dangerous than a fire bomb
You've got to find a better way
A way to safely get this done
Been dealing with this our whole life
The pleasantries never felt right
Quick to the point and to get high
We're throwing fists until we're blind
Just one more, throw in again
Got nothing else to keep things fresh
Sanitize existence
So I don't have to hold my breath
A persistant belly ache
The only constant I have left
I've got to find a better way
To deal with internalized stress
Been dealing with this our whole life
The pleasantries never felt right
Quick to the point and to get high
We're throwing fists until we're blind
Raining after drought
Flooding the backyard out
Dumping buckets off my roof
Was told this house was water proof, but
Puddles forming on the floor
Are sinking my hopes
Making more chores
Been dealing with this our whole life
The pleasantries never felt right
Quick to the point and to get high
We're throwing fists until we're blind
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8. |
Lighthouses Rule
04:49
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I slept through everything this past week
I'd rather be there not feeling phony
Or out being stupid at night on cook's beach
Than seeing some kids who barely know me
When I was sleeping I had this weird dream
That you told me that you were dying
I lost all my breath and you stared at my me
The only thing I could say was sorry
The straps on my seat are broken and I can't believe i'm still hangin on
I spit it out every time but I still taste it on my tongue
I can't admit when I'm wrong
I drifted through everything this past week
Floated around observing blankly
I stared at the wall it stared back at me
So I took a nap to feel less crazy
When I was sleeping I had this weird dream
Then I woke up and you were dying
I lost all my breath and you smiled at me
The only thing I could say was sorry
The gears in my head stopped turning and I can't believe I'm still hanging on
I spit it out every time but I still taste it on my tongue
I can't admit when I'm wrong
I'll just pretend your sleeping
I'll just pretend I'm dreaming
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9. |
Snail Down.
04:02
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Lay me down
And cover my head in leaves
Wait slow down
And lose myself to the trees
I know the chance is gone to diagnose what all went wrong
I can't help feel superiority
And maybe it's not my place to judge what people think is right and wrong
But this fucked up shit ain't working for me
So
Lay me down
And cover my head in leaves
Wait slow down
And lose myself to the trees
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