1. |
Impotent
03:11
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Chop my arm ff to keep myself alive
If you cut me, I won’t bleed
Alcohol numbs the pain, senses dulled, I’ll go insane
Like to think I’m not confused. Let them choose who hears the news
All the eyes turned but their heads stayed still
As they quietly chose the one to kill
I’ve got nothing much to say, nothing much to say
I’ve got nothing much to say. They don’t care anyway
Crush my body to allow myself to breathe
Shaking hands can’t hide the need
Looking for inspiration, fuck history and alienation
All the eyes turned but their heads stayed still
As they quietly chose the one to kill
I’ve got nothing much to say, nothing much to say
I’ve got nothing much to say. They don’t care anyway
All the eyes turned but their heads stayed still
As they quietly chose the one to kill
I’ve got nothing much to say, nothing much to say
I’ve got nothing much to say. They don’t care anyway
I’ve got nothing much to say, nothing much to say
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2. |
I Don't Believe
03:11
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You looked so good in that dress but you never wore it again
And anyway, it didn’t fit me. I shouldn’t have tried it on
You seemed to be so perfect until I saw myself up close
I thought I’d never see you again and so far I haven’t
So many people have told me, "I believe"
So many people have told me, "I believe"
I don't believe in miracles
I don't believe in perfection, oh no
I don't believe in living things
I don't believe in me
Someone once said to me bananas and oranges are fruits
And if you peel them they'd taste nicer but it's always so much trouble
It seems that many things seems to be not quite what they seem
I wonder if we're dreaming when we sleep or if we exist
So many people have told me, "I believe"
So many people have told me, "I believe"
I don't believe in miracles
I don't believe in perfection, oh no
I don't believe in living things
I don't believe in me
I don't believe in miracles
I don't believe in perfection, oh no
I don't believe in living things
I don't believe in me
I don't believe in miracles
I don't believe in perfection, oh no
I don't believe in living things
I don't believe in me
I don't believe in miracles
I don't believe in perfection
I don't believe in living things
I don't believe in me
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3. |
Like Me
03:48
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Creep is my big brother
He makes me feel so small
Feel so small
Like a speck of dust
Not as worthy as the other specks
Broken necks
But I want everyone to love me
And still be antisocial
Antisocial
This city is waiting for a vaccine
Slow down, breathe in
It's not like me
I'm very scared of walls
They make me want to hurt me
It's too early
But what would people think?
I don't want them to see me
It's too easy
This city is waiting for a vaccine
Slow down, breathe in
It's not like me
I could have thought of that
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4. |
Turd
02:29
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Money, money, too much is not enough for me
I’ll sacrifice my artistic integrity
I’ve got plenty of work, doing what I adore
But I’d rather become another corporate whore
Safe faces everywhere
This android’s self aware
No one has been spared
From giving Satan head
Oh honey, honey, I love you and I wish you’d stay
You feel so crisp and smell so good, I have to say
I can hold you up to the light and see through you
You let me get away with anything I want to
Eyes blinded by the smoke
From this bonfire of bad jokes
Now one can only hope
The devil’s cock will make them choke
Going down, going down
More money, a bigger car
More money, a bigger car
Satan made me a fucking star
Satan made me a fucking star
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5. |
Half the Time
04:35
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Trouble with a lower case “e”
And six other letters that precede it
I wish I had the confidence of a homophobe
Good to know that nobody could resist me
I'm thinking far too much
I'm drinking far too much
It's an emergency. Something slipped out
Now it's out of the bag
Someone's droning on and on
About their celebrity status
And how many people they've slept with
I'm thinking far too much
I'm drinking far too much
Let's say I'm dead half the time
So much I need to forget
Let's say I'm dead half the time
So much I need to forget
Let's say I'm dead half the time
So much I need to forget
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6. |
Virtue
03:33
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Evil is a virtue I heard someone say the other day
It makes no sense to forgive my words
Someone has to pay
Breathing through an apparatus
Designed to knock you out
Thank your fathers for your fame
Take it all, it's a simple game
Hang your haircut, break your fall
Suck your pillow through it all
Breathing is a luxury to me. I wish
Someone would take all this away
It's hard to be unhappy sometimes
What a stupid thing to say
Squeeze my heart with painted nails
Snarl and stab them in
Thank your fathers for your fame
Take it all, it's a simple game
Hang your haircut, break your fall
Suck your pillow through it all
Breathe on me
Don't breathe on me
Don't breathe on me
Don't breathe
Breathe on me
No
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7. |
We're Not Really There
05:35
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Life passes by us like a yoyo craze
We strive for intimacy through invisible lines
No truth or consequence carries weight in our eyes
We are merely extras in the movies of our own lives
We fumble happiness like a loser child
Our joy is counterfeit, though it feels like gold
Our jokes are all the same and they never get old
We can't even hear the soundtrack playing as our stories are told
We take our chances like an actuary
We fall so easily at the slightest touch
Faint contact brings relief 'cause we want it so much
We are simply extras in the movies of our own lives
All our special friends are plugging the holes
We're wanted but have we lost our souls?
We give up one moment to show that we care
It's touching but we're not really there
All our special friends are plugging the holes
We're wanted but have we lost our souls?
We give up one moment to show that we care
It's touching but we're not really there
All our special friends are plugging the holes
It's touching but we're not really there
We give up one moment to show that we care
Touching but we're not really there
All our special friends are plugging the holes
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8. |
Scott's Dream
04:55
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Your bus is leaving
Your bus is leaving
That day. Oh, remember that day when Troy turned into me?
We walked down towards Maslin’s beach
Your bus is leaving
Your bus is leaving
I said I'd meet you later on
In the beach's clothed section
Yeah, I'll meet you when I'm drunk
Near that guy in the blue trunks
You're one in a bus of schoolgirls
You're one in a bus of schoolgirls
You said that you'd never seen
Anyone play a stuffed animal like that
I had a stuffed animal that I played
And I made it rotate
Your bus is leaving
Your bus is leaving
We made a connection in Scott’s imagination
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9. |
In the End
03:01
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Swallow pills
Smashing my head ‘cause it gives me a thrill
Try it on
Pretend that I’m fearless but try to be careful
It’s all meaningless in the end
Find my space
Pretending I do it ‘cause I like the taste
Enemies
Are something I wanted but I will be happy
It’s all just a game in the end
Try to be happy
All I want
Try to be happy
All I want
Try to be happy
All I want
Is to be able to laugh at myself in the end
Enemies
Who needs to think when we've got drugs like these?
Run away
Back through the passage, decipher the message
We're all going to pay in the end
Try to be happy
All I want
Try to be happy
All I want
Try to be happy
All I want
Is to be able to laugh at myself in the end
Fake girlfriends
Never quite ready to tie up loose ends
Tragedy
Is something to ponder but I just don't want to
We're all going to lose in the end
In the end
In the end
In the end
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