1. |
Sweater In The Lake
03:50
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All of my time spent scatterbrained for hours,
Keeps coming back like an asshole when I try to be a man
I feel the shakes, pull out the ol’ mistakes,
And search around for a better me in a sweater in a lake
But since I am a boy I’ve got lots of need, lots of needs
I wanna get a dog, want him to love me
All of your time spent moving in a room,
Spent dreaming about Stravinksy, oh how I wanna touch your heart
I’ll bet it’s big, and it can barely fit,
And it can hardly stand by and watch you as you cry
Did you let me be a son? I should’ve had rougher hands at thirteen
I should’ve had a ho digging in the bad soil.
All that I want, I want to be awake
I don’t want to be afraid of the fakes
I want to consume, and I’ve wanted you
Hell I’ve counted the yous since you came in the room.
Oh you pretty thing you, Oh you precious thing you
Got lost in the dark, Lalala
Oh you pretty thing you, Oh you precious thing you
Lamented the spark, Lalala
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2. |
Last One To Survive
03:09
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Look at these kids I’m gonna mug’em
They’re small and dumb and probably useless
I will be the last one to survive
And when I do I’ll need this sharp knife
And I will be the last one to succumb to the tundra’s bite
And I said I’d be calm, but I will not be kind
Smashing bottles in my mind
Than I start to think “WHERE’S THE PARTY AT?”
When I see them down the road,
Smash a bottle on a pole
I am sorry mom, but you bore and you tire me
I can always outrun the cops and the bosses that fire me
And I can always outsmart these punks and teach ‘em how to endure
Cause a lot is the place for the brave and the mature
They said I would be the last one to mature
I would be the last one to mature
I will be my countries shining cure
I will be my mother’s son - I’ll be pure.
No, I will be the last one to survive
I will be the last one to survive
I will break the make-belief that keeps you boys from breaking teeth
I will be the last one to survive.
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3. |
My Old City
03:49
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If I see you down the road getting plastered
I’ll tell you you’re a prick
I’ll tell you you’re a fuck
If you see me standing here with my cellphone
Don’t try to talk to me
I’ll tell you to get fucked
There’s a candle in my room that never goes out
I know it wants to
God knows it wants to
I’ve been dead for seven years and I can’t stand it
All my fake friends
My Mercedes Benz
My old city wasn’t see through
There was violence and girls I couldn’t talk to
My old life it was better
Call me crass but hereafter I get underwhelmed a lot
I’ve been sitting here all night and I’m too bored
With my cigarette
With my pet pig
Having everything I want gets so stale
Like some old bread
Like a bad baguette
If my mom were here she’d tell me I’d be fine
With some good rest
I’ll be in proper health
Haven’t slept since the day I went running
That pickup truck
Had a nasty grin
My old city wasn’t see through
There was violence and girls I couldn’t talk to
My old life it was louder
I was crazed but these days I’m just a coward
When I was granted chips ahoy
I felt a pang of joy and
When I thought I lost my shit
I felt at least annoyed and
When I fought my fights with you
I felt at least cathartic
And when I lost my life I know
I can’t even imagine
My old city wasn’t see through
There was violence and girls I couldn’t talk to
My old life it was better
Call me crasser hereaft… call me a thorn in the grass, oh and
My position is stale
There’s no wind and no need to raise a sail
My old vision is clouded
Now I’m pissed and now I’m missing what… I used to wish I was
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4. |
My Nerves
03:38
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Promise me I’ll not get back on my nerves
You’re not the one at fault here
Promise me I’ll not get back on my nerves
Promise me I’ll not get back
Before you return to sober mind
You would escape all my questions
Before you’re forced to lie
If only I ever knew what’s best
Promise me I’ll not get back on my nerves
You’re not the one at fault here
Promise me I’ll not get back on my nerves
God let me just accept a flaw
I’m afraid to sleep by myself at night
Please stay close to me my lover
You are the one I can’t leave behind
If only I could put my doubts to rest
For keeps
‘Til I’m grown
‘Til the creaks in my bones cease
Christ I’m crazy
Surely a coward
Like an overprotective power
But when those drugs
Steal you away
I get jealous
I feel so ashamed
Promise me I’ll not get back on my nerves
You’re not the one at fault here
Promise me I’ll not get back on my nerves
When I see nothing but the facts
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5. |
Here I
00:38
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6. |
Cauliflower
05:15
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Satire me baby
When my words come out empty
I try to croon
But I prune out the truth until there’s nothing
What did I do with your hair
Your shower wet hair in the night time
I’ll let it dry
Like straw for the horse that pulls the hayride
What have I done with your snarky eyes
Stark but starry eyes
I turned them white and red like lips and teeth
What have I done with your blackish hair
Think before I speak
It’s brown it’s…
It’s black it’s..
Been demonized,
You cut it off like it was Mary Queen of Scotts
You cut it off like you ought to
I’ve been unhealthy
And I’m craving a pastry
Craving some time
Time to try being sincere
Or just think of what it means be sincere
Ditchin the nightlife
To forget about
What I have done to your gauzy sigh
Soakin up the sky that turned you white to red like bone to meat
What have I done to your glassy stare
Think before I speak…
You cut it off like it was mary queen of scotts
You cut it off like it was nothing
Hold me, I am so embarrassed
When I croon
Stop me when I think too much and
Kill the mood/ keep my
Scold me when I’m being rash and
And call my ruse
What have I done with your starry eyes, haunt me in the night I turn them white like cauliflower
What have I done with your quiet eyes, used for only sight, I turned them red cause I’m regretfully a coward.
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7. |
Here II
02:31
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8. |
Spelling Bee
03:59
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9. |
Drive Common Sense Away
01:01
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You know what all my friends late in life will call me
Dumb, blind, I averted my eyes to the fact that youth was fleeting
Still I kept my head high and tried to see it
The light that drives common sense away
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10. |
Numb Your Spirit
04:28
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You don't need us to make the colours
You only need us to make them bright
The loneliness that comes to mind
When you're slipping off the seesaw of your pride
The monsters they are all tongue tied
And the facts they get all garburated
Swimming in a sink of troubles
Waiting for their mothers to hold them
Waiting for their lovers to hold them
Before they die
We've been there during breaks at lunches
And when your night is rougher than the rest
The moon it stares at you in jest
And the sidewalk looks so drab and uninviting
Your mother isn't watching you now
No more need to wait and test the vicious waters
Your shield sure can take a stab
Why suffer through the boredom of it
Rail a line
Numb your spirit
Sleeping around
Got me unwound
Thoughts lost and found
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11. |
Easier
04:36
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Leave it up to me
And I’ll get tongue-tied
Swallow every word I wanna say
And when I’m heard I’ll shy away
From what I’m speaking
What I’m doing, what I’m preaching
It’s unintended
Please forgive me
That time we first spoke
You had a glaze over your eyes
Maybe the coke had spiked your high
Or I projected
An image, a reflection
Of what I wanted to see
When I stare at you
It’s apparent
That my learning curve was steep
But I’ve found what I should keep
I think I know it
Should I show it?
Should I show it?
My doubts
My thoughts
Scare me sometimes
For once
I can
Carry my own
You make
It so much easier
You make it so easy
So easy
I thought I was dumb
Or misguided
Thought my stubbornness was key
In aiding the belief of my affection
A romanticized invention
I’m fucking crazy
Please forgive me
Finally I have learned
To let go of what’s behind me
Tug your mitten right beside me
Hopefully
We’ll play like pups
Until we’ve lost our energy
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