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Intromental
02:15
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I've been awake so long I'm having auditory hallucinations.
You've been asleep, unaware I can't meet your expectations.
And I cross another mile marker as I drive along the interstate,
And the feeling I get when your hand breaks my firm belief that there is no fate.
I'm not okay and I know you're the farthest thing from it.
We both knew that the fall would hurt, but we needed to plummet.
And I finally spot my exit to take me off of Interstate 80,
And I swim up the ramp like a Mexican fish.
I am a worn out platy.
One ugly day you will wake up and see,
That all of our discontent can't only come from me.
I know I think too highly of you.
I can't be right, but fuck, I love you.
So there, I'm calling you on it.
There, I'm finally honest.
Where has all the time gone?
I am ready.
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Crash Into the Sea
02:09
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Someone ought to build a machine that lets you know when you're about to burst from holding pack so much pain.
You can have your sunny days while I think of the funny gaze she gave me as I sat out in the rain.
And the last thing I wanted to hear was that I made it through another year.
Time is going quickly. I'm not a fun person to be.
The last thing I wanted to show was that I was sad even though,
I felt like getting in my car and driving until I crashed into the sea.
I looked up and saw the sky unraveling as I understood traveling would put my mind at ease.
And God damn, I was right. Driving down highways at night, if done long enough, will cure my mental disease.
And the last thing that I want to do before I say good bye to you,
Is thank you for the special times you wasted with me.
And I'll force a smile even though I'm trying desperately not to show,
That I am getting in my car and driving until I crash into the sea.
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All my friends do drugs and they all smoke.
All my friends get so damn drunk that it is not a joke.
All my friends are backing out on tweak.
All my friends need medicines to help them through the week.
You know, I'm not here to cry.
I came here to die,
With my friends, as we hide from cops,
My friends, as we pop bottle tops,
My friends are sleeping on the floor.
My friends with cold coffee liquor, oh yeah.
And personally, I don't like to do drugs.
And personally, I don't like to get drunk.
But that doesn't mean I judge them for doing what they want.
In fact, I'm sometimes there to help them light the bong.
All my friends do drugs and they all smoke.
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Music Depreciation
04:20
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Where did you come from?
Can I get your name?
With enough work and of course, enough money,
I bet that you could see fame.
I've got a contract all typed out.
All you've got to do is sign.
What could you be worried about?
Just put your name on the line.
It doesn't matter what you say, doesn't matter what you play, you're mine.
Doesn't matter who you are, you're gonna be a superstar.
Doesn't that sound fine?
We need corporate funding from a conglomerate.
Well buddy, I'll tell you something.
I'm not falling for it.
I make music just for fun and I'm grateful for everyone who finds,
Mild joy in what I do, and I don't think that help from you is really worth my time.
Wearing smiles while blowing smoke 'cause you know,
The music industry is a joke and it's so,
Based on trends and based on sex.
I don't want to see what comes next.
Gonna do music the only way that I know.
I'm gonna do it alone.
It's a vicious cycle. Don't you feel like a psycho?
You don't care about art. You don't care if we smart.
You only care about potential in profits.
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