1. |
Snake Oil!
03:41
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I've been home for 26 years
barely starting to find my way around
don't drink the water
don't trust the government
all across this country there's
Snake Oil!
bubbling up from the ground
Michael says his name is Spike now
and he swears he's not against anymore
Natalie is Naty
Brandon is Mary Ann
and I'm losing letters and convictions everyday
So sell me more of the same
I swear I'll buy anything, everything
if you would just go away
I'll buy your cancer and smoke it every day
My best friend is at his wits' end
She doesn't know what to believe in anymore
He thought that love was
She thought that God is
And we're all looking for a
Cure-all!
for being born American
Common sense went out the window
when corporations thought they could fuck and breathe
all hail Rockefeller
all hail the dollar bill
blind eyes to anti-suicide nets in the east
So sell me more of the same
I swear I'll buy anything, everything
if you would just go away
I'll buy your cancer and smoke it every day
America, land of the legal lie
pay no attention to those suits behind the flag
they want a quick fix
they want it done for cheap
and every time they speak there's
Snake Oil!
pouring out of all their mouths
Snake Oil!
and we're drowning from the lies we tell ourselves
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2. |
Picking Fights
04:33
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I'm making up lies in the backseat of my best friend's car
I'm picking fights with every pretty thing that looks me in the eye
don't look me in the eye
i'm afraid of what you might find
I'm calling in favors to people I owe money to
I'm hitting up family for love that I can't otherwise find
and that's no one's fault but mine
My oh my what a glorious day
why oh why can't I waste it away?
I'm fed up with all this guilt and shame
why oh why can't I waste it away?
Why can't I waste it away?
I'm looking in the mirror and seeing every failure
watching myself age knowing that I'm running out of time
keep falling further behind
but is that such a crime?
My oh my what a glorious day
why oh why can't I waste it away?
I'm fed up with all this guilt and shame
why oh why can't I waste it away?
Why can't I waste it away?
Just let me waste it away...
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3. |
Senseless
04:12
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I... killed a kid today
held his hand and watched him die
and with every passing second
I feel less and less alive
senseless... will he ever forgive us?
senseless... can't stop the worst of what's in us
Got... my dollar bill today
triple digits and I feel fine
in fact, I feel nothing
next week I'll be a veteran stateside
senseless... will he ever forgive us?
senseless... can't stop the worst of what's in us
Shot... straight through my brain today
a little early but I don't mind
they'll call it senseless like the know
as if everything else is in control
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4. |
Dimes In Your Eyes
01:22
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You're a round sound with a perfect body
you're everything wrong with society
Load your mouth with semi-automatic semantics
you're a deadly weapon of stupidity
preaching prejudice and victimization
dimes in your eyes you're dead alive
Radio earworms keep bringing me down
while you're counting cards in the lost and found
and those amber waves sure look like dead grass to me
I'll keep picking at scabs hoping the truth'll bleed out
You're a paper crown with a broken smile
you drive me absolutely fucking crazy
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5. |
Tread Lightly
03:04
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I'm not impressed with the way you look through me
I'm not a suspect but I always feel guilty
Tread lightly on me
I'm not as big as I seem
tread lightly on me
I do more damage all by myself
I'm a functional fuck-up with addiction in my family tree
don't spill your drink on me I already got more than I'll ever need
Tread lightly on me
I'm not as big as I seem
tread lightly on me
I do more damage all by myself
Heirloom excuses justify my own disease
the worst of them has become manifest in me
...do-do-do-do
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6. |
LATWTTB (LOL)
03:05
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Laughing in my face, you oughta
spitting on my grave, you're gonna
it's ringing in my ears, no wonder
picking on my fears and love ones
We all need somebody else to hate
while they're picking pockets down on main
...street. (that's you and me)
Bought and sold this godforsaken nation
they even own my education
and they don't like all this attention
on their boats and jets and houses and what else did you mention?
We all need somebody else to hate
so they separated us by class gender and race
...(I learned that at university!)
We are the enemy
bewildered and obscene
in this land of lost opportunity
we are the enemy
We all need somebody else to hate
while they're laughing all the way to the bank
...(in ski masks no less)
We are the enemy...
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7. |
Sync Issues
02:53
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How could you let us fall so far
and why do you hide your face in the dark?
Who could've known it would be this hard
and what will it take to sync up my head and my heart?
Sunday morning it takes a lot
to hate everyone who's something I'm not
and if love is the answer the preacher don't know
he can't catch his breath between all that fire and brimstone
I guess I'm bad soil
bad soil
in this hard world
I'm just bad soil
On this pale blue dot we can see the stars
and know that we're only a part
but who could've known it would be this hard
what will it take to sync up my head and my heart?
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8. |
The Cost
03:19
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I remember a moonlit bridge
and dancing to Sam Cooke
under our feet the river flowed
and carried away our souls
Waking up in the middle of the night
to find that you'd gone missing
you said that my touch made you sick
and you couldn't stand the sound of my breathing
But remember all we lost
and everything that we gained
if living happens at such a cost
I guess it's better than things staying the same
I remember a song we sung
that no one ever heard
chorus-less the melody
lifted us off the earth
Pixelated and silent
we sat at our respective screens
staring into the eye of Hal
unsure of what any of it means
Remember all we lost
and everything that we gained
if living happens at such a cost
I guess it's better than things staying the same
I remember yesterday
when I couldn't think of anyone else
But remember all we lost
and everything that we gained
if living happens at such a cost
I guess it's better than things staying the same
Who knows?
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9. |
The Happy Song
02:51
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The pursuit of... has become
a rat race of the blind
and I'll take more of yours before I bite into mine
Pre-packaged and pre-cut
no work, no frills, no fuss
just tell me where to sign
But what if I'm happy?
Happy?
Who really knows if they're happy?
Quarantined relief
hopping from high to high
viral insanity
I'll take mine to-go with fries
Nothing can satisfy
IRL or online
this red, white, blue blood of mine
So what if I'm happy?
Happy?
Who really knows if they're happy?
Who gives a fuck if I'm happy?
Happy?
Who gives a fuck if you're happy?
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10. |
A Different Shade
05:30
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I think I must smoked 10,000 cigarettes in just 5 months
I think I must've drank too much
I've opened myself up to one too many loves
and my broken heart fits better in my suitcase
I'm waking up feeling about as bad as I think I should feel
I'm wondering if this is real
and from the inside of this bus I think that life just takes too much
and from those with so little to begin with
If you could burn off your fingertips
and cut your hair and change your face
would you go 'round another time?
knowing that the pain would be the same
just a different shade...
She grew up in fits and starts from 6 until 13
with her uncle Johnny always at her shoulder
when she finally said it her family beat him all to hell
and the police decided to ignore it
He and she are fading fast and learning not to love
the person they both promised to take care of
and somebody's someone is becoming someone else's
and there's nothing you or I can do
If you could burn off your fingertips
and cut your hair and change your face
would you go 'round another time?
knowing that the pain would be the same
just a different shade...
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