1. |
Stay Home
02:10
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you stay home
for a half year holiday
parents, villains, psychos
steer us stray
an inch of progress takes decades
before it breaks
i'm buried in the yard
next to the dog bones
napping as a full time gig
its growing under
its falling overhead
next time let's end it on a crest
R.I.P. to the one that got it right
feel the sigh
feel the slumber come
less tame, less talked about, less trusted
and we're past the point of insight
its clear
and you'll listen to it once
hear the fire
hear the sun burn hum
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2. |
Blissin'
02:10
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i done fucked up this time
went and landed myself right past the finish line
now im back at the start
aint it funny? givin the government my money
i have passed around my life
in hopes that someone might shelter me through the night
and take me into their heart
aint it ugly? how i dont even want me
I shouldve known that someway id get caught up in all this
id always hoped that id never leave my ignorant & stoned bliss
i tried so hard to tow the line
put all of myself into a 40 hour worklife
now my edges are too hard
aint in something? how paying dues leaves you hungry
i have dimmed and doused my light from all these lonesome nights
chasing a nostalgic high
nothing left to stoke the fire
aint it funny how id be happy with more money?
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3. |
Pathetic
02:13
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long nights to shine when i stumble with you
long nights to shine
i'll dance in time when i'm movin' with you
we'll burn up bright
how high? by the moon, devil dive, summer fire
how gone? we're not sure, but its something to try
so many takes, so little breaks, so many tries
i've been untame, been a pain, been unwise
too late, interstate and our fate ends in fire
one day when i'm sure i'll be sending goodbyes
long nights to shine when i stumble with you
long nights to shine
no need to hide when the moment is true, something inside
how high? by the moon, devil dive, summer fire
how gone? we're not sure but its something to try
so many takes, so little breaks, so many tries
i've been untame, i've been a pain, i've been unwise
so many takes, so little breaks, so many tries
i've been untame, i've been a pain...
too late, interstate and our fate ends in fire
one day when i'm sure i'll be laughin' to die
haha
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4. |
Pissin' in the Wind
01:45
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a sweetness to my spirits
a scrap of flesh to the pit fiends
dilute all my blood with poison and twist a smile from cheek to cheek
im pissin in the wind
im kissin all my friends
a sweetness to my spirits
bare your teeth down through the meat
lock your jaw and exhale deeply so to break off a good piece
im pissin in the wind
im kissin all my friends
im pissin in the wind
too pretty for prison
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5. |
Longway
02:13
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and when i see you
i take the long way home
cuz any chance of crossing paths
makes me wanna flay myself
i wear a long face
and you can hear me moan
the second that i think of you
my world is sullen and full of gloom
i was in a rough place
since you went off and left me cold
but now i've gotten over you
i want nothing to do with you
and maybe one day
when you give everything you own
to someone who would say they care
then all of sudden disappears
well then you'll know why
i take the long way home
cuz any chance of crossing paths
makes me wanna flay myself
but still it makes me feel so weak
the power that you have over me
i guess that there's a lesson to be learned
but if you look into my eyes you'll see me
burn, burn, burn, burn (burn)
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6. |
Clangy
02:57
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pack up your life and put it in a drawer
fold it up neatly-no creases, no repeats
dishes pile up when you live like its a chore
stacked by the coffee pot-pruned hands reek of apricot
coast to coast
sticks and stones
two bedroom homes
custom ringtones
coast to coast
mended bones
locked texts old phones
sci-fi tv shows
no extra baggage to weight you down no more
first love is so peachy-grocery shopping biweekly
knitted a scarf, its your banner of war
small things big meaning
no loose threads, perfect seaming
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7. |
Outgrown
03:44
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runnin' after me
and you can have it like a fiend
turn your nails green
pullin' on my sleeve
heard the verdicts out
the veins still high
i'll admit its hard to breathe
when yr foaming over swollen tongue
demons i've outgrown
they feed internal rings of fire
you and i
stealing time
doing nothing
left to moan
having so many the same, it doesn't leave you whole
i was young, its safe to say that nothing really meant that much
out of hand, head slowly rolling off again
you would laugh
and i would nod
and there was nothing left to love
having so many the same, it doesn't leave you whole
it only keeps you full
i was young, its safe to say the memory it was worse than what it was
out of hand, head slowly rolling off again
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8. |
Headflower
02:31
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if i place a seed under my pillow will it sprout into my head?
will it flower new emotion and color all my roses red?
if i never leave these sheets will my skin root to the bed?
will i pick apart the blanket just to trace back the first thread?
i ran the well up dry by the 1000th time i tried to scrub the dirt off of my mind
be kind, please rewind
if i fertilize the garden with the feelings i killed dead
will they blossom into trees with the initials already etched?
if i fall down from the treetops but i hold in all my breath
will gravity be lost on me and i float away instead?
some peoples endings sprout into beginnings
but my ending is just that-an ending
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9. |
Sooner
03:10
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sooner or later i will learn
the failings will all comfort me
rest my head against sharp teeth
a moment i can finally breathe in
no, there's no ending in sight
and i don't mind that at all
its a reminder there's no place for anxious states
and no farther left to fall
well its a cold and empty place
some will ask, where do we go?
and they'll pace in their old age
maybe the focus is what's wrong
the patronizing coddling
show me a fight, show me that violence is alright
7th grade, haven't changed your mind
its an odd, dumpy girl
hidden abundance, alienated
heaven upon animal drugs
and it takes another taste
to like it right
troubled cry
seven petals form a cradle
burn your name under my eye
and ill pace in my old age
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10. |
Death Trends
02:17
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well if you throw away the night
it'll leave you caught up in a nightmare
same flag you hold straight
will pin you in the back in time
you'd shown up for a friend
someone who's selling their own soul, huh?
ah man its all a prank, i mean its every day alive
nowhere to hide
no way to hold back inside
it puddles from my head
and blends in with everyone
i may not ever know what
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11. |
Sword/Stone
02:00
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gone cold now to the touch
sword in stone left just to rust
a vast expanse of uncharted lush
taint the earth with warlock blood
trials by a guiltless pleasure
high off doom fog and crystalline weather
carve our names down on a rune
bundles of babys breath and rose bloom
fruition born out of the tomb
serpent seed feeds off the womb
lipstick sigils on the mirror
salt spread on the window sill
chalice glyphs make the vision clearer
straw dolls offered to appease the will
trials by a guiltless pleasure
high off doom fog and crystalline weather
blood loss from a cursed ritual dagger
brain rot-my poise is broke my mind is staggered
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12. |
Blue Comedy
04:10
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ive been laughing, smiling
coping a feel from my digital fantasy and saccharine b roll reel
ive been hoping, longing
cut-and-paste myself into a movie
a languid lead vexing a hollywood queen
the critics plea: dont waste your money on this blue comedy
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