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Cloud Crusher
04:55
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I am bitter and twisted
But words don't weigh a thing
I crawl and creep, try not to weep
When I speak it leaves a sting
Can't set foot in a church - I'm cursed
The good book said it all
I learned this well and under my spell
You'll learn that words' got no weight at all
If this is my death letter
I think I coulda done better
And I can't help it i'm so selfish
It's plain to see
Woe is me
With friends like these fuck having enemies
Bury me in the guise of a clown
all you'll see is a frown
Or better yet bury me in newspaper
I'll be on the front page when they put me down
When I became the cloud crusher
I crushed you down to the seams of your dreams
Charm, grace, a smiling face that's me
and I'm content as can be but
if this is my death letter
I think I coulda done better
But I can't help it i'm so selfish
What else is new
It's plain to see
With friends like these fuck having enemies
If this is my obituary
I shoulda kept it merry
And if these are my last words
Then I guess nothing of worth was heard
So if I die right now, Let it be known that I did not frown
I lived as full as I could've, Did all the dumb things that any man should've
And this is my death letter
I don't need to do better
I dont care that I'm so selfish
I am carefree
Words are enemies
And with friends like these
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Do The Candyflip
03:14
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Love, did it ever seem surprising?
Life isn't interesting
It's so very easy to continue
With your second guessing
Never quite riding the high
Youre ever the dart board
Never the bullseye
wasting every last penny
In lame attempts to get high
Please, Clean up your act
When did the problems start arising?
Dear, isn't it queer
I won't sit and crack wise
The yolk is so clear
Stay inside your shell
The whips in my grip
But i'm starting to trip
I was at the reigns
Now i'm shooting from the hip
Do the candyflip
Nothing is as expected
Reality had changed
The altering of thetawaves
Ha ha ha
Laughing at a joke
You don't even get
Feel as good as it gets
Oh! You won't deliver?
You fear the bite!
Talking to yourself
In the cold twilight
I'll give you something
That'll really make you trip
C’mon, let's do the candyflip
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Mountaineers
05:11
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Isn't it happiness
That makes a fool of all good men?
Once bitten, twice shy,
Thrice clean around the bend
And as you were dazing
Did you think i would leave here?
Between intention and regret
Is where life happens
Oh, the mirror flatters not a soul
Standing in the mezzanine
(She wasn't sleeping)
Like in your dream
(Left us waiting for a sign)
Your stare spells disaster
Your words spell obscene
Oh, the mirror flatters not a soul
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Sike!
06:31
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A wedding full of black suits
But I was wearing Blue
I think I'd make a good father
If I could be a husband too
A funeral full of blue suits
And I was wearing green
I start to envy the man who died
As sad as it seems
'Cos even pretty people make an ugly cadaver
I used to be an asshole
Used to be a cockroach
Back when I knew me
Back when I was me
Now I feel like an alien
Made of shin splints
and sin
sometimes it seems there's a copy of me
and it's living a better life while I stay asleep
I feel like I'm a stranger to myself
a vampire that no-one invited in
I need to make some head-space
take some time to clear my mind
the more I think, the more I sink
and the less I seem to care
'Cos no-one cares about me and neither do I
I used to be an asshole
Used to be a cockroach
Back when I knew me
Back when I was me
Now I feel like an alien
Made of shin splints
and shit
(as the whipping begins)
Knee-jerk convulsions when I hear your name
What kind of father were you?
You always said that you would comfort us
but now I'm carrying you
I tear away some parts of me
The branches of my family tree
have now become an effigy for me
I used to be an asshole
Used to be a cockroach
Back when I knew me
Back when I was me
Now I feel like an alien
Made of shin splints
I'm broken and I'm fucking made of shit
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