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Kamikaze
05:41
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Years ago
I was a bone
In a jar by the sink
Kamikaze
From pieces alone
Some hairs grow
The summer glows icy pink
Kamikaze
Steel toe
Switch my clothes
Dancing feet through the dome
Kamikaze
A rainbow
Of cheap cologne
Smelling like an old man's toes
Kamikaze
Years ago
I was a bone
Kamikaze
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2. |
Lazyfuck
04:17
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I'm giving up the keys to house so I can force myself outside
Meeting people is easy they tell me
I'm the same personality but with more fiction and daydreams
Every opening line I start with is...
Oh
You like rock and roll?
You're so beautiful
I want your soul
I fall to my knees
There person that I wanted to be has already been
Turns out profiting off dead people isn't that easy
Hey! Here's my new song. It's in G
Oh
You like rock and roll?
You're so beautiful
I want your soul
(it's funny how there are no more icons around. Do you know what this scene needs? It needs more of me.I wrote this new song, it's gonna blow up the scene, man.)
Are you lazy or are you just being confused?
Get out your bed
Get up and get out
You lazy fuck!
You lazy fuck!
You lazy fuck!
You lazy fuck!
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3. |
Bestseller
05:15
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I dreamt of snakes last night
Crawling up and through my eyes
I saw dead birds strapped to the window
Rotting away from the rain
Underneath the blanket of breeze
Are the ghosts of withered trees
As far the eye could see
Are faces of empathy
Do you like my trilogy?
A bestseller that will never be
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4. |
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My playlists have all been shot
My echo of teenage angst is gone
It's just a feeling in a song
Indie pop has turned into rock
Indie pop has changed a lot
It's not my genre but it still bops
I think they're just changing the meaning
I think they're just changing the meaning
All my songs have been played before
Between Modest Mouse and The Doors
Therapy has just made me insecure
So let me prove that I mean more
Who do you write your love songs for
These are just boring pop tunes to the core
I think they're just losing feeling
I think they're just losing feeling
Let's go for a walk
And talk about your writers block
What's stopping you from writing songs?
Is it so easy to tell
Why I don't feel like myself?
I'm just so sick of saying farewell
To everyone that could've been
To everyone that could've been
To everyone that could've been
To everyone that could've been
To everyone that could've been
To everyone that could've been
To everyone that could've been
To everyone that could've been
But I'll keep singing
and I'll keep singing
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5. |
DTA
05:50
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I put my mask on
Then turn the lights off
I won't do anything
If you want
Lungs slowly breathing
My outworn and withered hands
I won't touch anything
I won't touch anything
And I had already spoiled the end
Without knowing how it begins
I don't want to go
I don't want to go
I don't want to go
I don't want to go
You make your turn
To make your heart burn
So bright
The world's getting further away
The world's getting further away
I don't want to know
I don't want to know
I don't want to know
I don't want to know
Don't rush, go slow
Don't fall, keep on your toes
So don't touch anything
Don't touch anything
Don't touch anything
Don't touch anything
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6. |
King
06:57
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when i was king
we would keep on singing
through our palace
then destroy our banquet
when you were queen
the phone stopped ringing
the lights just switched off
all i could hear was breathing
our daughters were bored
so they walked down the hall
opened the door
and saw that mother gone
i laid with a whore
a maiden from the work-floor
screaming from the door
until my anger could hear no more
in one fell swoop
my children had seen through
a facade of cabaret
my crown of shame
two years ago
they were dressed in your clothes
by the window
to which i threw them their bones
2 girls from our home
are now buried by the window
shouting "daddy" on the way down
glued by matching gowns
when i was king
when i was king
when i was king
i found that no one's singing
and what happened my queen
she stopped breathing
she stopped breathing
she stopped breathing
she stopped breathing
she stopped believing
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7. |
Greyhounds
12:12
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The babies have all given me their eyes
And I am now the zero
With no teeth
All new bones
And let go of all loose change
We threw dead birds through windows
Ordered by the self-elected heroes
The ending of days
The squashing of beef
Squashed through horses teeth
Bugs could be seen
Passed through a tube of people
Echoing silence above
Static TV screens
And white noise dreams
The greyhounds haven't died
They're counting their bets
Fighting over money
Fighting over love
Fighting for whose suffered more pain
I've seen them in vacuum
The dust on the table
That collects on old strings
I pick them up call it poetry
They say you talk too much
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