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Discoloration in my touch
Like my teeth touched by smoke
The rain that I brush off
I've been branching out
Isn't that enough?
When mother calls I'm lying through my teeth
I think it's starting to get to me
Bring me to my knees
Will you remember?
I haven't slept in weeks
I think it's starting to get to me
Bring me to my knees
Will you remember me
After I've made it and
I'm carrying a clipboard
Instead of this bracelet?
Like a guillotine
Glancing at each patient on the way to my cell
She feels eyes crawling after her like semen crawling towards her
On their bellies, excited tails wagging like dogs and leaving a trail like slugs
And they burst apart and they duplicate
They riot, they retaliate
She makes her way towards me to cure me
And take out my belly ache
And stick a bowl of cherries in it's place
But will this new organ take?
Will this new organ take?
Or will I come apart like a wedding cake?
My barber had a bad day, he was rough with the buzz
And now this ringing is weapons grade
Next time I'll stick my head inside a fish tank
And let the piranhas have their way
My father taught me it's ok
To be flawed
But I've eroded
Too far
The charm is wearing off
I was born to run
So I ran off
Like my father,
Signing off
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2. |
Like a Bug
03:12
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It was a kinda beautiful moment
Before I slipped on the ice
And pulled my back
And now my movement feels tight
As I go to hold you tight
As I go to hold you tight
Dead friends
She said please don’t say anything
Or I’ll hang up
She said I sound just like a bug
Inside her head
Inside her head
I said well, then put a spider there
To catch me then
She said please don’t say anything
Or I’ll hang up
She said I sound just like a bug
That I am harder than
All the drugs
She beats her stick against my head
Like a drum
Til I am dumb
Til I am dumb
She said I sound like a bug
Inside her head
Inside her head
I said well then put a spider there
To catch me then
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3. |
Wintertime, Again
05:42
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It feels like
Wintertime
Wintertime, again
Wintertime, again
It feels like
Wintertime,
Wintertime, again
Wintertime, again
I hung your
Painting on my kitchen wall
Your paintings on my kitchen wall
Your paintings on my kitchen wall and
All the lights in my house
In my house
I took a year to sort it out
Inside you could see how it burned
Inside you could see how I burned
You could pick my house
Out of a lineup of all the other
Houses
Neat little fucking
Houses
My house
Gate hangs off the hinges
And the garden is all dried out
The shutters don’t shut out much and
The shutter don’t shut much out
My house
Gate hangs off the hinges
And the garden is all dried out
The shutters don’t shut out much and
The shutter don’t shut much out
They arranged the patients like
Portraits in a museum like
A portrait of a patient losing hope while
Their family at the bedside loses…
They arranged the patients like
Portraits in a museum like
A portrait of a patient losing hope while
Their family at the bedside loses,
Cool
And that cool feeling of withdrawal as you exit into yourself you
Mumble to yourself and
Off into the night you close your eyes one last time
Close your eyes one last time you
Close your eyes one last time
Close your eyes one last time you
Off into the night you close your eyes just for that last time
Out your eyes one last time you
That light always burned in you
Off into the night eyes
Close
Turn out the light
From behind your own damn eyes
That light always burned you know
Pretty damn bright
A lifetime of burning bright
A lifetime of taking that for granted
I know you need the sleep
I know you need the rest
I know you need the sleep
I know you need the sleep
Pretty damn bright
A lifetime of burning bright
A lifetime of taking you for granted
I know you need the sleep
I know you need the sleep
Pretty damn bright
A lifetime of burning bright
A lifetime of taking you for granted
I know you need the sleep
I know you need the sleep
I need you here with me
I know you need the sleep
I know you need the sleep
Like I need you need here
With me
And I need you need you here with me
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The more I build
The more I’ve got to lose
And I am losing it with you
I am losing it with you
Call my concussion cuz you can’t speak
Like you got no teeth
Got no teeth
And when you try to talk
Your gums bleed
Til you’re dizzy
And it’s alright
Yeah, it’s alright
I don’t remember
Nothing
Except the bleeding
and the lovely dinner we had
I don’t remember
Nothing (nothing)
Except the bleeding (bleeding)
and the lovely dinner we had
Before the blood
(Before the blood)
Before the blood
(Before the blood)
Before the blood
I don’t remember too much
Except the way her voice sounded
From the next room
(Blood)
From the next room
I remember far too much
I remember far too much
That’s why
(That’s why)
I remember way too much
That’s why
(That’s why)
I remember way too much
That’s why I bang my fucking head so much
You can call me Chris Benoit and stuff
Bang my fucking head so much
Call my Chris Benoit and stuff
I remember far too much
That's why I bang my fucking head so much
You can call me Chris Benoit and stuff
Bang my fucking head so much
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Thaw me out, I hate this place
I’ll take all the blame
Hold me close, feel no pain
I’ll only stop once I get
My way
She’s going for the Oscar tonight
She’s giving it her all
I asked if she was doing a bit and she bit down
She isn’t making eye contact now
Oh, and she’s a bit down
Maybe it’s my fault she’s a bit down
She isn’t making eye contact now
That’s alright
I hate making eye contact when we fight
Oh, she’s going for the Oscar tonight
Giving it her all
And I know I’ll play this over and over in my head
And I know this will change from one viewing to the next
And your face will change, teeth sticking out all over your head
And I feel like we could make this better if we could just go to bed
(bedbedbedbed)
A hairball I can’t cough up
These claws I cannot clip
A hairball I can’t cough up
These claws I cannot clip
Why are you listening in?
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6. |
Dream Sequence I
02:36
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She said I sound like a bug
Inside her head, inside her head
She said your voice is like a million deaths
Ten million deaths
And the price I get
The price of my debt
Keeps me up all night like bugs in my bed
I got a good haircut and I guess I’m ready to die
My flesh is warm against the currents that circle me
Oh my
I remember my father he used to embarrass me
(embarrass me)
I called his old number today
To tell him that
If this painting were
If this painting were
I called his old number today
To say
“If this painting were significant then
It’d be a painting of you”
And I said, “If you won’t say anything
Then I’ll hang up.”
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7. |
Dream Sequence II
03:29
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Beat my fist against my head
(Head)
(Head)
Beat my fist against my chest
Oh, I know you count on me
Like I count on sheep
To sleep
(Sleep)
(Sleep)
To dream
Oh, I know you blurred out
And you bugged out
In the background
Of your favourite painting oh
And you burnt down
And you let down
And you blurt out
How it hurts now
Yeah, it hurts now
When you fall down oh
And it hurts now as she takes these shots at my face
Like I’m the sky and its the start of a race
Oh, and it hurts now
(It hurts now)
How many shots do you think I can take?
(Ache)
How many shots to the face do you think I can take?
Like I’m the sky and it’s the start of a race
Count on me like
I count on sheep
To bring me sleep oh
To bring me peace oh
Count on me like
I count on sheep
To bring me sleep oh
To bring me peace oh
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8. |
Born to Run
06:07
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[See Born to Run by Bruce Springsteen]
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The more I build
The more I’ve got to lose
And I am losing it with you
I am losing it with you
And I am losing it with you
I am losing it with you
He said,
“Matt, get it out of your head”
(Head)
He said,
“Matt, we all look like shit when we are dead”
Too true,
To many of you
We do
I loved all of you
When I’m gone
I will miss this when I’m gone
When I’m gone
I loved you all along
Comatose museum where I saw you last
Dreaming of me, perhaps
Tell mom all about the spiders
Tell mom I didn’t try to hurt her
Comatose museum where I saw you last
Dreaming of me, perhaps
Dreaming of me, perhaps
Lightening gold dress painted black
Memento like a wedding dress except you die in them
You fucking die in them
Diving belle and stuttered cry
I stutter past, I scuttle by
bye
bye
It clutters my head
It hangs around
I walk away
It drags me down
Over the loud speaker
Blares the sound you made as you
Rattled around
(Rattled around)
The staircase just kept going down down
I walked away
I walk away
Conifer hands pluck me from the sky
Where I spin out and around star struck and denied
Bang my head against the stars
Left me feeling concussed all alone in the dark
Oh and her hands plucked me
Conifer hands pluck me from the sky
Where I spin out and around star struck and denied
Bang my head against the stars
Left me feeling concussed all alone in the dark
Oh and her hands pluck me
Conifer hands pluck me from the sky
Where I spin out and around star struck and denied
Bang my head against the stars
Left me feeling concussed all alone in the dark
Oh and her hands pluck me
Conifer hands pluck me from the sky
Where I spin out and around star struck and denied
Bang my head against the stars
Left me feeling concussed all alone in the dark
Oh and her hands pluck me
Conifer hands pluck me
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