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hi, i'm matt
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roach
03:41
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one of these things' got a problem with me
burning down the bridges that were buildings too big to be seen
and one of these things is not like the other one
not like the other one
not like the other one
and my walls are getting close so please renew my medicine
scratchy chins, orange juice, love, and hopeless horrible sentiments
we could drive my hopes to find you
hope you never hope for heaven
so irreverent
stay inside from ten to seven
quite unpleasant
cock obsessed or codependant
so irreverent
hope you never hope for heaven
you got
look back
look back at your mom; you're better than that drunk wacko
she calls you her little miracle
and then she falls down the stairs
and bangs her head, she might as well be dead
but what for all her debt you could've walked away
gone into service as a motherfucking mortar mechanic
kinetic etiquette and edifice is over erratic
catatonia, so sorry but your story is onerous
symbolic to the fat cat manifest I.
don't forget your peachy point of view
when everyone is turning blue
let's go away
lets buy the farm.
one of these things is going to waste
all the park bench dreaming and the curb kings begging a taste
and my walls are moving farther away
my doctor's moving to canada
my hand it stiffens then it quivers as i dial nine for cancer
and i hope someone answers
we could drive my hopes to find you
hope you never hope for heaven
so irreverent
stay inside from ten till seven
quite unpleasant
cock obsessed or codependent
so irreverent
hope you never hope for heaven
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private j.
03:05
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good friend
enlistment officer started
depends on all the other soldiers
and then desert hues and get-up
might as well shoot up a bastard when all of a sudden
death himself poured out of the shadows
regrets, all their mothers wanted
in ten, twenty years with their pinstripe suits and their gods to fear
that man in a jealous rage
one day tried to bend and whether he'd break
no-one could have noticed his face
bloated like a corpse in the rain
i dream clearly, closer now
that soul of whether what withheld,
his life, lost himself forever
his wife will never be a mother
you want to run with the motherfuckers?
you telephone and kill
I don't know but i've been told
that the deal dank earth is dark and cold
i'd like to wait until I'm old
but my time is up my soul is sold
may god have mercy on us all
(quoting NATO - STANAG 2070 - emergency war burial procedures article 15)
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dunlop st.
05:35
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ill be ok
ill be ok
ill be ok in your arms rocking through the day
get up and wait
get up and wait
ill sit and wait for the time to slowly float away
you were my little golden goblin
my tiny cherry pie
i dance my dances under moons that always seem to sigh
lie back on my rock and wait to die
pass me the salt
shrivel my body till there's nothing left
and pass me the love from your hand
that's wrapping round my neck
let's go to bed
let's go to bed
let's go to bed it's sleeping time it's dreaming time again
everybody wonders what it is i see
all syncopated blunders of the powers yet to be
sand beneath my footsteps
sand beneath the sea
are waiting for a body just like me
i want your body even though i know it's void
an illusion made by the chaos diffusion
of organs organized in lovelier lovelies
than lovely i see
and wandering wonders of what in you ill ever see
ill ever see in me
you were my little golden goblin
my tiny cherry pie
i dance my dances under moons that only seem to sigh
lie back on my rock and wait to die
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the deadly mrk
02:24
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it's five thirty in the morning and my insides are trudging
and churning and burning
but i have to go or i'll miss all my chances for earning by
learning the shop keepers trade
of burning the ages away
i was absent today and i can't explain
please don't eat my brain i don't think i can stand the pain
i woke up right away as soon as they start crawling
up my legs and leaving footprints
it's ten thirty at night and the lights are all bringing
my sights to the surface
they're bringing the red tones
telephones
the babies and feather dusters
i have a killer caddi' but the floor is all rusted
i would never bother
you're a lonely mother
with that sparkle lather
i could never love her
let's just chat a minute
have a brief on commitment, forensic, phonetic, alphabetic
and that's about it
seven days too soon i shot down the fucking moon
now the girls are doomed and i feel bad but need some room
there's a circus today lots of animals prowling
in their cage
i will feed them steven
i found this moment in my book
that i could use you like a fish on a fucking hook
you are so far away from me
that i could abuse you and then turn the other cheer
i was absent today and i can't explain
please don't eat my brain i don't think i could stand the pain
i woke up right away
as soon as they start crawling up my legs
and leaving footprints
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lovefung
02:43
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you've been sleeping with my baby
oh lord that's got me down
i saw you sitting in the street together
oh lord that's got me down
i saw you were two of a feather
oh lord that's got me down
do you love me
i thought i saw you
last night at the supermarket
you were picking up steak
to eat with him
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away
02:06
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xtc
03:57
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eleven
03:38
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erasmus
05:02
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there is a rabbit, it's a she
she's gonna hop down to the sea
she's gonna hop right up to me
we're gonna dance on lucky feet
sparrow sparrow
fly your sorrow
far tomorrow
where i can't hear you
who is snoring?
i am sleeping
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friends
05:54
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it's not me
03:40
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mr. kisses
04:15
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love
04:28
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