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Sunspots
03:38
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welcome ghosts, you'll find there is a home in me
the windows board themselves and the doors stay locked because there's never much to see
there's no change, there's no stains, there's no rain, there's no light, there's no view of the sun or of the ever-approaching night
just the dust on the floor and the memories kept in a trunk in the attic
i never could find my way through the dark
but even if i could i wouldn't find a way to fight it off somehow, and even if i knew, i would play dumb
cause even if i could i wouldn't find a way to change the past i know now
it's summer and i am frozen
and i'm wasting all my time
it's summer
am i wasted yet?
spend my days drawing lines in the silver sand
with a fear and a hope and a broken hand
spend my days just waiting for the next one to come
(it's summer, i am ice under the sun slowly melting on the grass)
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Canker
04:18
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every time the wind kicks its dust in your eyes, is it stored in the back of your mind?
leave a little note on your bed to put a little hole in your head
and make sure you close the blinds as the band marches off of the field and into the street, with the sun in their eyes and bloodstains on their feet
(now we're awake)
all the windows broke and the night spiraled out as the sun drowned itself in the lake
strike a little match, make a little spark
but leave a little room for the dark and the things that you take as the band marches off of the field and into the street, with the sun in their eyes and bloodstains on their feet
we stood out in the night as our houses all burned to the ground, and save for the silence there was not a sound
and the ashes came falling to cadences calling and pounding out old broken beats, to the dirge in our chests
we resembled the rest, but the blood had not yet left our feet
the sky lit up orange like citrus and sweetness
we inhaled the smoke and we thought, "all the time life is so beautiful, so inspiring...but living is not."
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Wolf Suit
08:08
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i am not a king
i'm hardly in control of anything i do or say or think
but i am not afraid to show you why i wear the skin of wolves
there's nothing underneath but blood and bone and hate and hope
so spare that soul and learn to cope
you're an island son, and there's demons on the shore
i am not a king
hardly in control of anything i do or say or think
i am an island
every side, event horizon, drifting further from the shore
i will tear you up
i am starved and i am wrong
but i will keep awake
drifting further from the shore, i will play my part
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Delta Minus
03:38
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i'm steady rollin' and i ain't holdin' out
i got green, i get pink, i outshine the sun
smash my cigarettes in the earth cause i got the world to catch my ashes in its mouth and spit 'em out again
heating up a room comes easy, i was born to burn
and i feel just fine, almost all the time
i really pay no mind
caligulitis, delta minus
it's not my tab and it's not my cup
and i can't be fucked to pick it up for you
i'm steady rollin' on down the line
i see the girls, see the boys, gonna watch 'em die
bright and young and eager to please
my baby's pretty on her knees
and i feel just fine, almost all the time
i really pay no mind
caligulitis, delta minus
it's not my tab and it's not my cup
and i can't be fucked to pick it up for you
community
identity
stability
it's all for me/don't come for free
i just want to bide my time and break on through
i just want to have my way with all of you
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Mandarin
03:39
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somebody said 'hey you spend too much time in your bed, think of how quick you're alive and how long you'll be dead'
then ask your friends if the message has gone to their heads and they'll say they don't know
my brain is the ball and my heart is the chain
and water is a mirror as it circles the drain
i told the powder i decided i was lighting the fuse but it said i wont go
but let it be known i'm gonna explode all on the fences and floors, all on the scholars and whores
i'm jack kerouac, prying out the bars and then i'm gone and never looking back
one last debt that i can't repay
one final truth made of words i won't say
but let it be known i'm gonna explode
and i'll catch a ride back down on the embers
i don't know who i am anymore
and i think i'm getting sick and i want to go home
i'm tired and i'm sick and i want to go home
but i don't know where that is anymore
i think i'm getting sick and i want to go home
i'm tired and i'm sick and i want to go home
but i don't know where i am anymore, at all
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4 am eyes and a curve in the spine
close watch on the floor and a loose grip on time
you never really know who the tide will come in for
you never really hope that it sweeps you out to sea,
but with the barnacles and the rust and the anchors, the differences are few
it's just a little harder to breathe
4 am eyes blurring all that you see
i've already drowned in the dust and the heat
you never really know who the tide will come in for
you never really hope that it sweeps you out to sea,
but with the barnacles and the rust and the anchors,
the differences are few
it's just a little harder to breathe
with the tide comes goodbye
for awhile...
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