1. |
Wildlife
02:43
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[Hook]
While I dream of wildlife/
Nellie's walking right by/
She doesn't really mind why/
I threw away a lifetime/
[Verse]
I have lived most my life in bad faith/
A bad taste in my mouth left me tasteless/
I attached intent in such mad ways/
And I'm sad to say that most of it is wasted/
Ironic how we look for meaning in a meaningless world then/
Get disturbed by the words keep my entusiasm curbed and/
And walk the earth -- dragin' every man's burden/
Placed in the most absurd world the world has ever heard of/
In this absurdum, I observe, why am I in places?/
A man has no name or meaning and in essence I am faceless/
The spaces I'm placed in, complacent, I have been waiting for ages/
To face the setting I'm set in, I'm too amazed by these mazes/
I accept the place and what's real. I address what's relevant
You guys be stressing over nothing, so don't mind me telling it
The elephant in the room is that there's no fucking elephant/
[Hook]
While I dream of wildlife/
Nellie's walking right by/
She doesn't really mind why/
I threw away a lifetime/
[Bridge]
It's like I overstayed my welcome and I'm used up/
If I can give my two cents about my two fucks/
I made a compelling case about wildlife and elephants
My little life is grey, I'm an anticipating skeleton/
Overstayed my welcome and I'm used up/
If I can give my two cents about my two fucks/
Never bought into a life and how they're selling it/
The elephant in the room is that there's no fucking elephant/
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2. |
Being Is Mean
03:05
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[Hook]
My little life, I love you so/
More amour amore/
My little life, I love you so/
More amour amore/
My little life, I love you so/
But you don't mean shit no more/
[Verse 1]
Dreams of happiness for as long as I breathe/
Self-fulfillment shit, I was lead to believe/
I'm a freak of nature with a weird sense of me/
Makes no sense to be the men we pretend to be/
We keep omitting our natural habits and habitat/
The pressure of delivering deliverance, I'm mad with that/
I'm a pretty shabby chap trying to get Maggie back/
Magic-Maggie tragically left, so I'm gladly stating facts/
We're sentimental fat cats in cat-scans/
Searchinng, 21 grams, you wanna be that man?/
To say love is a necessisty, the complexity is to the best of my knowledge me and you are worth jack, man/
I used to search my heart, Schopenhauer said it's nuts/
A Freudian-dick up while we follow rules like it's a must/
Herds of sheep, birds and bee's, I never got the buzz/
Such a fuzz about a life based on eating chocolate and fucking/
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I choose my woman by an instinct of balance/
To challenge my entire being, and I gladly take the challenge/
While she piss on my dreams, and she shit on my talents/
Our being is a mean fuck, but even if she's callous/
I will someday marry, the one who will gnaw down my mind and/
She will someday carry, the spawn of a balanced mankind/
It's a one way ferry carrying us over endless streams/
While we reinvent ourselves by meaningless means/
[Hook]
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3. |
Martin's Mess
03:36
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[Chorus 1]
You might be the one but I might be in two/
I don't exist/
[Verse 1]
I exist in separate forms/
I am mass that holds my clothes that later will get torn/
Off my body - I'm torn between mass and mess/
30 minutes into watching you get dressed/
I'm experiencing this reality a little less/
I'll escape out of my corpse and levitate out my chest/
But never out of your mind and I'd say that is for the best/
[Chorus 2]
You don't know who I am but I don't know myself/
I might be you/
Tell me, who can tell/
[Verse 2]
I exist in different forms/
I was gone, done and dusted prior...to being born/
You saw fire in my eyes, now it's only ashes left/
20 minutes into glancing at your flesh
I am watching oxygen as it's re-entering your chest
I can't escape out of my corpse and I'll always be kept/
Within being and time and I'd say that is for the best/
[Chorus 3]
Time has come to go, yeah/
Time was never real but when you're moving me/
The whole world stands still/
[Verse 3]
The cage of space and time left us all a little cagey/
Watching Modern Family and think of Hailey/
Thinking how I hate her and how she would hate me/
But her face is crazy sweet so I place me/
In her beauty and utopia/
It's a coping mechanism while I'm groping her/
Until I grasp the meaning of being and time I find that she is live, I'm by her side, she is me, so she is mine/
All of it is all the time
[Bridge x4]
Time is not a thing for you and I/
Time is only passing by/
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4. |
Disappointment
03:55
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[Intro]
You make me wanna vomit/
I am sick to my stomach/
[Verse 1]
Disappointment, lube and ointment/
In my bag as I was walking through that door/
Felt the rage like many times before/
Nauseating, God, I hate it
When I see the girl working in the store/
She can't tell me what her life is for/
[Verse 2]
Melancholy, when I'm lonely/
I just keep on thinking about what's her use/
Wonder what she's hiding behind the truth/
Disappointment, lube and ointment/
I'm sure that it won't help me even out the scores/
I can't stand the urges anymore/
Schopenhauer you devoured/
The final little piece of purpose I had left/
I don't really mind about the rest/
[Outro x8]
Disappointment
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5. |
I Don't Like This Song
03:49
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[Verse 1]
I can pretend to have reason, condemned to that freedom/
I imagine the leashes, a consensual being/
Consequently contained, I descended from pieces/
Of nauseating litterateur, I'm depending on reading/
Want to throw a book at me, do it with nausea/
I throw caution to the wind without a cause, yeah/
[Verse 2]
There's a lot I might miss as an artist/
Such as ego and a small dick, just for starters/
The hardest part of parting with parties at parties, was that I hardly/
Could harvest a heart and I wanted to be departed,
honestly/
Shit, this wasnt my department/
I came the furthest when I fucked off as far as the farest/
Forged my forces and forced myself to become more of a carcus/
Living dead, so my soul can serve spiritual causes/
[Hook]
I don't even like my songs, but I like to sing/
[Verse 3]
I'm down to ride the wave and I am bound to find my way/
Making my mistakes, man I'm raising higher stakes/
Fuck, I might drive astray, but for whatever time it takes/
the tires stay quiet since I'm not inclined to mind the brakes/
Desire the title of Albert down by my estate/
While I fly higher than the empire state's fire-'scape/
there's a time of day when I lie awake in my hide-away/
With the hands of time and tide tied to my entire name/
A tiny stain of lidocaine sooths me in the evening/
Slows my breathing, my heart is beating and bleeding/
For all of you who fell for reason something so decieveing/
I found my freedom the minute I got rid off my meaning/
[Hook]
I don't even like my songs, but I like to sing/
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