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Choices
03:21
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I’m so tired of standing up
Just want to stumble drunk
And watch myself disappear
But I couldn’t even cry
Underneath the gun
I numb myself out of this numbness
Come back obsession,
Come back noise,
Come back pressed against the wall
With no other choice
But to beat your head
To bloody death
(it’s fine)
Taper off to turn back on
Kill yourself with the same damn songs
I cringe at how the truth is tasteless
Play this mock eternal drag
Feel the lag and feel the pull
Death deftly sitting on my shoulder
It weighs upon me crossed alone or stone cold sober
Some kind of silence,
The death of a sound
Beat your head against the wall
Till its decaying in the ground
Or just sleep in waste
And fade away
(like it’s cool)
Say you’re bored and uncompelled
There’s no imagination in hell realms
Shaped by uninspired voices
To drink or not,
I’m overwhelmed by all these choices
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2. |
Herbal Tea
02:11
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With my head tilted back like a fool
While everyone else is drinking herbal tea
I’m thinking maybe this river of liquor that’s running
Has intentions to catch up to me
But I can’t even see anyone shadow
Over what I am doing or done
The point, if you pressed it, to me is underrated
The point is to try to have fun and hurt no one
The point is to try to have fun
See it all fade away like it’s cool
I’m showing up while everyone else starts to leave
I’m thinking maybe there’s something inherent or faulty
That’s got nobody reaching out to me
But I can’t even tell if it matters
All the things I am doing or done
The point, if you pressed it, to me is underrated
The point is to try to have fun and hurt no one
The point is to try to have fun
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3. |
Last Call
02:46
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Maybe I deserve the third degree
Over how little this shit means to me
I’m sure it adds up
Guess it all checks out
That it’s all not enough
That’s what its all about
If every little personal tragedy
Doesn’t mean the world is looking at me
If I’m passed out on the floor
And there’s no one to stare
Does it mean the tragedy
Was never really there?
At the final curtain call,
And I’m too drunk to speak
And I’m spitting up the truth
That I am sick and weak
As I grovel for applause
O’er the simplest thing
Have you heard the good news?
It’s kind of embarrassing
But last night, I didn’t drink
So tonight I think I earned it (?)
Turn the page and burn
Eternal recurrence
Oh yeah, uh, Swimming in circles..
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4. |
Parched
03:46
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All the lights are on
And I have found
That I may need a glass of water
All the bets are off
And I haven’t lost a thought
Over my need for a glass of water
I see clearly now
Now that I’m going down
It seems the high is just as mundane
Hey hey hey, brush off the pain
Oh yeah
Yeah, I’m parched
And I just need to rest my eyes
Shoot up at four a.m. just to turn off the light
When the lights are off,
That’s me, dying in a fit of coughing
Sleep easy for a measly three hours and call it rest
All the lights were on
When I was found
In shit and cans of smoke and a lack of laughter
Did this joke fall flat?
Well, I’m not sure what comes after that
But I know I won’t find what I’m after
I see clearly now
Now that I’m going down
It seems the high is just as mundane
Don’t turn away
Face the pain
Oh yeah
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5. |
Lighten Up
01:48
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Okay, I’ll admit, it got dramatic and kind of dark
That doesn’t disqualify me
From speaking from my heart
And I just want to reiterate
It’s not about what I feel inherently
It’s more about authorizing realities
So you can say just what you see
I’m acknowledging the audience
(What’s up guys?)
And I’m kind of confused who you are
Still stuck with me
I’m acknowledging the audience
And I’m not really sure who you are
Incoherently
I guess the two words I remember
at a time like this
are truth and love
May it all be a reflection
Or an offering
Of truth and love
And also, it all kind of makes me laugh
Hysterically
And also, please don’t forget to laugh
Incoherently
And also, it all kind of makes me laugh
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6. |
Trajectory
02:00
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Settin’ my trajectory for the evening
Obsessed over the thought I got caught scheming
Drive around the block till you get winded
And less impaired
I’m upset that it is finished
I’m upset that I’m not there, yet
So why not stop it all
In the middle of the street?
And stumble sober out of the car?
Throw your worthless body
On the cold concrete
And wait until the cravings are gone
Wait until the cravings are gone
Until the craving to be gone disappears
You will lay here
Until the craving to be gone dissipates
They’ll make you wait
Though centuries will past
That your misery will last
You’re supposed to applaud you didn’t drink
I’m amazed how it doesn’t mean a thing
I’m amazed how it doesn’t mean a thing
I’ll be amazed
If it doesn’t mean a thing
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