1. |
Furthermore
03:11
|
|||
|
I was thinking the other day:
Why do good men die? Why do criminals get away?
Why do they nail down a coffin lid anyway?
Because of zombies.
If it’s a secret, then where is the King?
What crashed at Roswell and made it a thing?
Why is there a French fry in my onion rings?
Conspiracy.
Do you think that if I told it,
you would have the power to control it?
You can’t have everything; how would you hold it?
And furthermore…
Only scientists can tell us:
who builds robots so rebellious?
No use hiding, they can smell us.
Will the rains take our lives?
When the flood waters come, will the wicked survives?
Did Noah keep bees in his ark hives?
I submit that he did.
In the event the protagonist dies,
who will be the hero when the villains arrive?
The one who saves the city will get a surprise!
You think it’s bees?
I think it's bees.
|
||||
2. |
When I Go Like This
05:39
|
|||
|
Socrates was just a boy when he discovered dialectics
and aesthetics was a part of his genetics as he paved the way for modern thought.
Why is there something at all when nothing it could also be?
I don’t know. But it’s better than not.
But here below the Cogito, where the ego flows into the Void,
we argued over insidious intent and oyster shells.
But when I made you laugh I learned what nothing can achieve
when it just be.
And logically it seems that it’s really gotta make you think
when I go like this.
Nietzsche was just a man, yet he slayeth the tyrant god.
And if God can’t keep itself alive, who can?
Dante Alighieri found the Way was very scary
and he gave up. Long before it all began,
you sang a hymn, you made it grim, you let a little skin peek out your habit,
and I fell into the Hell that is your
apoca-lips against my own, I felt a little soul
inside my bones.
And like the pagans know, it’s really gonna due your devil
when I go like this.
Sometimes when we’re alone together
I can feel the dreadful rhythm of love coming out your body
with every beat of your heart.
It’s pounding all the dust out of your hair
and raining down like skin cells on your cheek.
I freak out a little when I think about it.
That's what I'm trying to say.
|
||||
3. |
Paint It Ugly
05:04
|
|||
|
You paint it ugly to kiss it better
A princess in a dirty sweater
A foolish chump
A stupid bum
A sorry wasted time
Put it in a letter, sealed with piss and vinegar
Stamp hard upon my heart and let it go
There's no living larger than life
because everyone is living a lie
some die harder and some die young
But baby no one here is leaving alive
There is not a hope, you can stop all your praying
I don’t think anyone is listening in
to the chaotic emaciated ugliness of feeling like nothing
So paint it up ugly and put a pretty bow on it
Cram-it down my throat for years and years
Tell me that I'm wrong
Stab me through the middle
Tear me apart and prey it disappears
All-so that my soul can let it go
There's no living larger than life
because everyone is living a lie
some die harder and some die young
But baby no one here is leaving alive
There is not a hope, you can stop all your praying
I don’t think anyone is listening in
to the chaotic emaciated ugliness of feeling like nothing
There's no living larger than life
because everyone is living a lie
some die harder and some die young
But baby no one here is leaving alive
There is no escape, you can stop all your praying
I don’t think anyone is listening in
to the chaotic emaciated ugliness of feeling like nothing
|
||||
4. |
Uptown Town
04:02
|
|||
|
There’s a road we walked down I swore I’d never go down without you.
And there’s a place in Uptown I go to when I’m thinking about you.
Our old haunt, our one detente after the bullshit: Beer, laughs, and caffeine.
Now I’m stumbling down Lake Street looking for your ghost in these memories.
On this Minnesota night,
alone and drunk beneath the city lights,
your transcendent memory is warming up my soul.
There’s a coffee shop on 26th and Lynd that we walked to.
We spent hours there, over alcohol and caffeination, I fell for you.
Your dark hair was curling down from a white knit cap to your shoulders.
We made handprints in the frosted over glass as I got bolder,
and on that Minnesota night,
alone and drunk beneath the city lights,
your transcendent kiss was warming up my soul.
And I was thinking that
you’re the one I wanna be with,
you’re the girl I think I wanna drag into this
cogent argument for a life.
Porters, lagers, coffee ales.
Now you’re gone, and God knows it is colder than ever
(and it’s just November).
And all of these streets seem so empty.
I just can’t explain it, but
on this Minnesota night,
alone and drunk beneath the city lights,
I can feel your soul and it’s warming up my bones.
You’re the one I wanna be with,
you’re the girl I think I wanna drag into this
cogent argument for a life.
Porters, lagers, coffee ales.
|
||||
5. |
Inundation
03:09
|
|||
|
She's a glimpse of my desire
The perfect soul to stop the fire
Ooh
A silhouette clothed in skin
Radiating from within
Everything I have been longing for this,
This temporary tease
Float along for the ride
Meandering side by side
But she's at the mouth and I'm stuck in the source
Try to find a way downstream
Stationary, frustrated scream
Given a sail but I'm all out of wind
Inundated
Sinking fast
Inundated
This won't last, it won't last, it won't last
This won't last
Oh, she's a glimpse of my desire
The perfect soul to stop the fire
But she can't extinguish a fire when she's not even there
Flesh and blood a shadow now
Her entrance made, she took a bow
She hooked my dried up heart and cast me aflood
Inundated
Sinking fast
Inundated
This won't last, it won't last, it won't last
This won't last
She won't last
She didn't last
I'll be stuck here forever: Inundation
|
||||
6. |
Unhappy Kathy
04:48
|
|||
|
Broken-hearted, desperate hope,
you sank to the sandy bottom of your despair.
And there you'll wait for now.
Deep and dark and all but grown old,
you're holding these joyful memories in your lungs.
Alone as you close your eyes.
Unhappy Kathy,
hold your breath and sink
down down down to the bottom.
You've no lips with which
to drink your wine and soothe your aching soul.
Unhappy Kathy,
hold your breath and sink
down down down to the bottom.
You've no legs with which
to see this world and know that you are loved.
Unhappy Kathy,
hold your breath and sink
down down down to the bottom.
You've no lips with which
to drink your wine and soothe your aching soul.
Unhappy Kathy,
as your breath grows thin,
surrendering now to the hope
that you’ll find comfort in the
weight that lifts your heart and lets you go.
Unhappy Kathy, you have left us all behind
to find the joy of being weightless. Being faithless,
you have laughed into the void.
And I can't think of a better way to be
than in control of your own destiny.
You can't live any better than free.
You can't die any better than the ghost of the waters,
Unhappy Kathy.
Unhappy Kathy,
hold your breath and sink
down down down to the bottom.
You've no lips with which
to drink your wine and soothe your aching soul.
Unhappy Kathy,
as your breath grows thin,
surrendering now to the hope
that you’ll find comfort in the
weight that lifts your heart and lets you go.
|
||||
The Very Bad Days Minneapolis, Minnesota
Grim humor punk | Catchy tunes about terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days
If you like The Very Bad Days, you may also like:
Echo Dancing
by Alejandro Escovedo
The legendary Alejandro Escovedo returns with another country-rock scorcher.
go to album
Blinded By Oblivion
by Axis: Sova
Axis:Sova mess with the hard rock playbook, creating playful, catchy songs that challenge as much as they rip.
go to album
Searing indie rock that reflects on British life and society post-Brexit, with elements of punk, garage, and more.
go to album
Peace Loving People
by Pardoner
The most slept-on band in indie music makes a welcome return with another A+ record mixing hardcore and slacker rock with jokes.
go to album
All Girls Go To Heaven
by Mint Green
Bright and dazzling guitar pop radiates out from this irresistible LP from Mint Green, with choruses as big as summer sky.
go to album
South Philly band Grocer has all the sly disaffection of classic ’90s indie rock in their wonderfully unruly songs.
go to album
Rising Philadelphia band balance oversized pop punk hooks with vivid, intimate lyrics, presenting a raw, honest vision of guitar music.
go to album
