1. |
Used to, Somewhere
03:26
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I feel my friends
Slip through the cracks
A backlog as big as ideas I've had
A little bit of me says I could have had
More years like there's if I'd just relax
I slave, alright, to feed a sound
Or more like a need to feel profound
Pretentious is what it will feel like right now
But some years from now when I'm still around
“Invested in my seed for better days
Scraped the bones of my first clavier
Oh how it felt good to face fears of failure”
Goddamn the fine if i say, succumb
Or if I try to leave before it is done
A little deficient in sleep for the month
But if you just heard the tales I have sung
To far too tell if I’ve come enough;
And those I have shed deserve to know:
The bleeding edge of such delirious hopes
Guts us through seams in our portrait pose
Unfurled along the loom, spun latter days,
Shapes the narrative thread of our decay
Oh when it’s finished you’ll know where to find me
Of all our roles one burns the most
The person I'd be if we killed the host
Our parasitic best who finds us alone
Fuel for the lives that he would condone
Don't fold on your cards
Hold haggard days
Crashed too fast to know what could have been
Oh how it feels good to face up to failure
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2. |
Billy Bites Back
05:02
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"Come to the light for the lie that I might try to tell you, and I said" x2
Oh no no no no, well, what did you come looking for?
"Eat some dirt for the hurt my studies say ales you, and I said"
Oh no no no no no, BUT this could simply destroy you
Up she erupts, she believes this stuff/
Better open her up, better open her up cuz/
We might just be vibrations
I don't know what's real
So I'll just trust what validates
Rush of the feng shui fear force her eye to try to undo all these/
Faux pax spirit states that'll lack her sense of virtue, and I said/
Oh no no no no, what could you need anymore?/
Proof of her tests cuz she's got the very best in juju, and I said/
Oh no no no no no, BUT this will simply destroy you
Up she erupts, she believes this stuff/
Better open her up, better open her up cuz/
We might just be vibrations
I don't know what's real
So I'll just trust what validates
Poorly react to the fact that people don't revere you, when your/
Past juice fast didn't last quite long enough to kill you, and/
Oh no no no no, what could you need anymore?/
Peers don't want to hear about how great you think it's for you, and I said/
Oh no no no no no, BUT this will simply destroy you
Up she erupts, she believes this stuff/
Better open her up, better open her up cuz/
We might just be vibrations
I don't know what's real
So I'll just trust what validates
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(you saw me all the time, crying)
My blind eyes, such a big deal to cultivate
And I have climbed, from the backseat and pew of the new
A child, grown wise, now the big seat says I must pray too
Learning how to lie, wins the fight, testify
Over-simply because oh that helps you
Loudest to reply, wins the fight, testify
Over-simply because oh that helps you
It’s real now
(you saw me all the time, crying)
Tribe blind eyes, and the unwritten law of the cab
Their mouths runs wild, oh but you keep your feet on the ground
Learning how to lie, wins the fight, testify
Over-simply because oh that helps you
Loudest to reply, wins the fight, testify
Over-simply because oh that helps you
It’s my problem
It’ll radiate my time
Spine in bind, oh I squirm in the heat of the big seat
I, I’ll drive, but will the rules be enough to blind me?
Learning how to lie, wins the fight, testify
Over-simply because oh that helps you
Loudest to reply, wins the fight, testify
Over-simply because oh that helps you
It’s my problem
It’ll radiate my time
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4. |
Name, a Mantra
07:16
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Officially I stumbled home
Fell into my bed
Still warmer than the dead
Truthfully I’ve held my own
Data in my hand,
Sift names as quick as sand
Combed the cages corners, find
They’re rarely ever there
When they are I’m unaware
Loose lips on red eyes
Swallowing the whole
I let my reasons erode
Then we will be wandering
And desperate to withhold
But I return my body to the fold
Found a face my mouth can’t shake
Let the words alone
Repeat what I’ve been shown
Meet me where the fence begins
Perfect scenery
For who you seem you’d be
Loose lips on red eyes
Swallowing the whole
I let my reasons erode
Then we will be wandering
And desperate to withhold
But I return my body to the fold
Another thousand faces
Too many to ignore
What was the virtue of one?
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5. |
The 4,000 Years
04:40
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Touch the back of your neck and swear,
In the empty light of dawn,
Touch the back of your neck and swear it’s still there
Grown out of the billions
Cold culture come stuck in it’s ways,
Just a Petri wish: to be handled with care
And you’ve always considered it,
On yours knees with your fists in thin air,
Have you paid for conviction with wasted watered down love
So join the front of the audience
See through smoke and the mirrors of saints
There, you can see where the wires and the words don’t quite equate
Words, said by Gods, read blessings, I don’t know why
Ode, sung by sons who faltered on owning lies
So I rinsed my hands of the divine reprise:
Words, culled from Gods who alter when faith decides
So the question repeats to you
The flock around you is drowning in ink
What makes their suffering sweeter than pagans rounding totem
When will you answer me?
On this feeling I’m sure we relate
I just want to instill my belief in disbelieving
Words, said by Gods, read blessings, I don’t know why
Ode, sung by sons who faltered on owning lies
So I rinsed my hands of the divine reprise:
Words, culled from Gods who alter when faith decides
On the backs of every neck
In the corners of every spine
Have you wondered if it’s absolved, all cleaned and holy
You were sure that he really was
For all the years you were beneath his thumb
“Yeah maybe just maybe and so i keep my head down”
You know, you know?
Well I don’t know, but that’s a lot of time
Borrowed time, lived in decline
And you borrow your father’s faith
And you take it as sedative
Do you want to follow me out of here? Promise me, promise me....
Words, said by Gods, read blessings, I don’t know why
Ode, sung by sons who faltered on owning lies
So I rinsed my hands of the divine reprise:
Words, culled from Gods who alter when faith decides
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