1. |
Proem
03:14
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2. |
You Love (One)
04:29
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It’s a normal thing to love the one you miss
And it’s a normal thing to kiss the one you kiss
But you better love yourself baby girl
Before it all goes away
You better love yourself baby girl
Before the world gets up and walks away
Even if that means you love.
You never really let go, or lived for today
Quit sayin’ you know,
listen to what your friends say
And you better love yourself baby boy
Before it all fuckin’ goes away.
You better love yourself baby boy
before the world gets up and walks away
Even if that means you love… one.
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3. |
Beswil 2
02:48
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Beswil is getting over
I’m so glad we’re all on E, heal heal heal
Beswil was getting over
I’m so glad we’re sober, real heal heal
Beswil, I was letting go but
I’m not equipped to resist the atrophy
Heal, heal, heal.
This life is almost over
Aren’t you so glad we’re all on E?
Heal, feel, feel, feel
Beswil I was letting go but
These girls, these girls
Are ready to be free.
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4. |
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Holdin’ on to life with all the bliss you’re fakin’
You breath into me that’s how I know you’re vacant
Love’s another pill you take to chase away the ghost
you made, and I was there right from the start
You broke me fucking heart, you broke my…
Hold on, hold on, watch me as I turn and walk away
Hold on, hold on, got one more annoying thing to say
I can’t do anything but sit and sit and sit and sit and
Sit and watch you slowly fade away…
Holdin’ onto life it’s only mid-December
I can cry an cry but your don’t even remember
I am not a bill you pay to take the threat of debt away
But it doesn’t matter anyway ‘cause now I’ve gone away
Hold on, watch me as I turn and walk away
Hold on, hold on, plus I think your boyfriend might be gay
I can’t do anything but sit and sit and sit and sit and
Sit and watch you slowly fade away…
Holdin’ onto life each with our own prescriptions
Only choice I’ve made that hasn’t lacked conviction
Friend is not a word you use to shield my eyes from the abuse
It’s someone’s life you’re treading on I’m not a fucking pawn.
I made a mistake and I’m done. I made a mistake.
We’ve all made our mistakes fairer one.
We’ve all made our mistakes.
Someone build me a machine. I need a, I need a, I need, I need
I need a quick machine to make the shit I did go away.
Holdin’ onto life. Holding on to life.
Boys aren’t things you use to make you go away
Holdin’ to life. Holding on to life.
Boys aren’t things you use.
Now let me hear you say: yes we are, yes we are, yes we are.
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5. |
Gingher
03:03
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6. |
Sirius
04:32
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Bone and cold steel
Are the only pat on the back here
Trudging leaves he feels distance
While the village fades like shrinking Alice.
He works for morning ‘till night
Endlessly sanding his father’s creations.
“Dad, I wanna make my own mark.
Dad I wanna be more than a shadow.”
“Son, you’ll die out there.
The gatekeeper tells me you’ll die.
And the king’s men all tell me you’ll die
And your suitress of course she says you’ll die.”
The only hope in ten years
Has been conversations with children.
But they too grow up
To be the kind of villains that only wanna play the hero.
“Child, you’ll die in here.
Well the pauper he tells me you’ll die.
And the sorcerer tells me you’ll die.
And the witch of course she says you’ll die.”
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7. |
Back My Rag
01:46
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How I’d like to not have to remember
To put back my rag again,
But roles we play.
And how I’d like to not have to remember
To not salt my eyes with vinegar,
But roles we play.
Ladies and girls, step right up!
I’m going to give you the tools
To maintain a sufficiently responsible
And socially-acceptable existence.
You’ve got three choices of lovers—
Significant others—
People you sleep with who stick around
for the full show—comprendo?
Gentleperson #1 is an idiot.
They don’t meet you on intelligence
Or awareness.
You can do whatever you want—
Except talk about books.
Gentleperson #2: the passive needer.
They won’t call you on your shit
‘Cause they’re afraid you’ll leave.
Have fun spiraling into insanity!
And now, Gentleperson #3;
You can’t hide from this person at all.
And once you get over the maxim
Conformity of it all,
You’ll find yourself growing
And growing, and growing…
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8. |
Supertrampled
05:10
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Supertrampled
Your apartment looks transient
Objects detached
Like books and lenses and pillows
are already asleep and dreaming
in your hatchback
When I painted you that picture
I chose to leave my image out
In case you find yourself someone else
You can still hang it up in your house
I'll argue for your selfishness I guess
'Cause experiences are possessions
and therefore can be possessed
Why's everybody gotta shed
skin before they grow?
Well I know this, yeah I know this
Don't explain to me I know
All I can say is fuck the west coast.
I had planned to seem impervious
to make it easier on you
but if you really want monomythical transcendence
you've got some inconvenience due.
So fuck, it I feel lonely
Fuck you-- I feel set aside
So fuck it, I am here scraping the earth
To find things that make me feel alive.
And I'll argue for your selfishness I guess
'Cause experiences are possessions
and surely can be possessed
Why's everybody gotta shed
skin before they grow?
Well I know this, yeah I know this
Quit explaining I know
All I can say is fuck the west coast.
And I know you've got dreams babe
I'd never take them from you
And you know I got your back
in every single thing you do
But this shit hurts big time. Big time.
And I'll argue for your selfishness 'till death
'Cause experiences are possessions
and you're hoarding them at best.
Why's everybody gotta shed
skin to fucking grow?
Well I know this, yeah I know this
shut up, it hurts and I know
All I can say is fuck the west coast.
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9. |
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Candied Date With an Almond
I remove pit, they remove stem.
I tell my lover to insert his almond
And together we bite it to the ground.
Pickled date replaces our trust.
Candied date is a door, a ghost.
I forgot who she was, what she smelled like,
How she would stroke her wrinkles
In the moonlight.
My lover tells me not to ‘get all worked up.’
Recklessly, he requests: ‘quit being ridiculous.’
No, this is a command, and it is relished by pickled dates and the observation that I am now becoming irrational.
Who knows the truth prune juice?
Did they not already suck you dry of youth?
And now they ask for more,
Just one more,
Fuck those plums prune. You’re chosen.
Jesus himself tugged on your ear,
Laughed as he led you to the mechanical press,
Saying in sing-song that we will see what revelations all this pain can bring.
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10. |
x=you
04:06
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I feel a bit out of reach.
This is not my given purpose here.
You’re cool and you’re nice and you’re beautiful
Without me.
There’s no one to blame.
You called and you bribed but I came.
I don’t like T—I don’t like T.V.
Not here, not here, not here
Or fucking anywhere at all.
If I’m so sexy, hang my fucking
Picture on the wall.
I’m not good at staying.
And I’ve got a handle and flare gun
Especially for this occasion.
I don’t like me—I don’t like me with you.
Not here, not here, not here
Or fucking anywhere at all.
If I’m so sexy, hang my fucking
Picture on the wall.
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11. |
Dear Marie
04:16
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12. |
Hot Water [Live]
03:36
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It’s funny how you can be lost and afraid
Right in your own bathroom with your mom down the stairs
Calling “Please don’t use to much hot water.”
It’s funny how you can not talk to someone in ten years
And still call them your best friend
And I’m not lashing out but I think that what I think is
Worth talking about with you now.
It’s funny how everything I say is simple as hell
But I wish that it were easier singing songs
Without thinking about how I wish
Something profound would come out of my mouth.
How I wish something profound would come out.
But I saw the plan last summer with my sister
And it looked like the pattern of existence don’t fail.
The pattern of existence don’t fail.
The pattern of existence don’t fail.
It’s funny how you can travel the world
Right in your own bedroom with your boyfriend down the hall
Bitching “Babe, who ashed in my bottle?”
But I saw the plan last summer with my sister
On the right amount of purple psilocybin.
And it looked like the pattern of existence don’t fail.
The pattern of existence don’t fail.
The pattern of existence don’t fail.
It’s funny how you can be lost and afraid
Right in your own bathroom with your mom down the stairs
Calling “Please don’t use to much hot water.”
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13. |
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Today I saw a girl on her porch. I smiled at her, but she didn't smile back; she was in her bare feet, with bleach-blond hair--she looked mean. I was sweaty. She didn't look frustrated or malicious or evil but somewhere in between. Today I saw a man walking by K-Mart. I said "hello" to him but he didn't say hello back. I think the man was mad. I think the man was mean. Why is everybody mean? Maybe they're mean 'cause none of the streams are clean, and there's no where to pee 'cause your bathroom's dirty, and you gotta work nine to five to stay alive. At least we can't afford slaves. At least lower class can't afford slaves. Maybe they're mean 'cause they're kids are dirty and there's garbage in the street and the air makes your throat hurt badly. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe they're mean 'cause you can't use your feet and be healthy. Maybe they're sad cause you can't ride your bike without dying.
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14. |
x=you [Flight 99 Remix]
04:19
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