1. |
Lament
01:25
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Fuck your caste system, worthless ideologies
Standing in the void, suffocating hypocrisy
Surveyed the battle, bore witness to the strife
There are no winners, no one gets out alive
I must be wrong/I'm at a loss
Hope I'm wrong/I think I'm not
On leaps of blind faith, I fall on my face
None of this matters, there is no escape
Resist what's coming, you all stand for nothing
Whatever you do, you'll always keep suffering
I must be wrong/I'm at a loss
Hope I'm wrong/I think I'm not
Everyone’s on sedatives, we're all walking dead and
It's miserable to watch them all turn to epitaphs
Hate what we've become. Don't know where to start
Regression is god, they call it art
I must be wrong/I'm at a loss
I hope I'm wrong/I think I'm not
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2. |
Everything
01:56
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You are, you are everything
Every, everything is you
Everyone you talk to
Everything you do
Do unto others
To others be true
And know yourself, cause everything is you
You are, you are everything
Every, everything is you
The food you eat, thoughts you drink
Lives that you consume
The friends you keep, walking sleep
Eyes in a dark room
And you know everything is you
Know yourself, cuz everything is you
(you are everything)
You are no more than nothing
Another word for everything
A speck of dust, a cosmic trace
Another nowhere out of place
You are, you are everything
Every, everything is you
Everyone you talk to
Everything you do
Do unto others
To others be true
And in the end, everything is you
In the end, everything is you
Ahh-ahh-ahh-woo!
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3. |
Scene Rant
01:56
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Put yourself on all your friends’ top-ten lists
Window dressing gets you more gigs
Buying your clicks and hiding your dicks
“Bro, check my band out, it’s sick”
Postured painted tainted
What are you doing to help?
“Support the scene”
And what that really means is “All eyes on me”
Clutching your prize, your masculine pride
Hollowing on the inside
Scene rant dead end no more
How do we even the score?
Propped on a pedestal, base unsteady
Flaccid, forgettable, radio-ready
A place at your table, R-S-V-P
Don’t expect a letter from me
Tuned up torn up fed up
Still sifting through the debris
I give up, I’m getting out
There’s no room for people like me
Tired of wearing my heart on my sleeve
The door hits your ass when you leave
I give up, I’m getting out
There’s no room, no room for people like me
Propped on a pedestal, base unsteady
Rancid, regrettable, radio-ready
A place at your table, R-S-V-P
The door hits your ass when you leave
Don’t expect a letter from me
I give up, I’m getting out
There’s no hope
The door hits your ass when you leave
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4. |
Can't Keep Up
01:36
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Everything is breaking down
I can't keep up, I guess I'm out
The world it grates hard on my soul
Everyone's so fuckin' cold
I can't keep up. I guess I'm fucked
I can't keep up. I guess I'm fucked
Can't take the competition
Crying out but no one’s listening
Deaf ears turned we've been conditioned
Fuck you this ain't wishful thinking
I can't keep up. I guess I'm fucked
I can't keep up. I guess I'm fucked
Everything is breaking down
I can't keep up, I guess I'm out
The world it grates hard on my soul
Everyone's so fuckin' cold
I can't keep up. I guess I'm fucked
I can't keep up. I guess I'm fucked
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5. |
Kindling
00:56
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Filtered existence, plastic attraction
Content explicit, angry reactions
Updated settings, pictures of weddings
I’m scrolling and scrolling
And scrolling and scrolling
Nothing gets better. I’m still bored
Updated settings, babies and weddings
Where are we heading?
And I was like…
And she was like…
And he was like…
Like, like, like, like
Eyes wide, sleep deprived
Left swipe, no life
Just turn me off
You turn me off
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6. |
Sad!
01:14
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Your response, what he wants
World in pain, gives him joy
Ignorance, his domain
Fuels our rage. sets the stage
It’s Sad! Sad! All the things that we could have had
There won’t be flowers on our graves
It’s Sad! Sad! All the things that we could have achieved
Now we grieve and bleed but never concede
Now awake, now aware
Gets so bad there’s no time to be scared
Another year is just another year
Time to wipe that shit-stain clear
It’s Sad! Such a waste of my time
Feeble man with a reptile mind
You come along…calling us all damn fools
– so fierce the froth of your own spit slobbers over your lips –
Always blabbering we’re all going to hell straight off
And you know all about it.
But I’ve read (his) words. I know what he said.
You don’t scare me. I’ve got your number.
And I know how much you know about (him)
from Carl Sandberg, “To A Contemporary Bunkshooter.” 1916
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7. |
Blur
01:41
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Thinking back, it’s all a blur
Cognitive dissonance, cold, unsure
Ascribing significance, it wasn’t there
Restless night, pure delight, in a nightmare
Sensory overload, thoughts too loud
And I am so overwhelmed
Tripped over my own feet, you could say I fell
Next hand, new plan, fare thee well
Clipped the coping on the way down
Missed the exit ramp, impact knocked me out
Weak knees from the gravity of experience
Tried to clear my head, but clouds keep veering in
Sensory overload, thoughts too loud
And I am so overwhelmed
Tripped over my own feet, you could say I fell
Next hand, new plan, fare thee well
And aaargh, aaargh
Sensory overload, thoughts too loud
And I am so overwhelmed
Tripped over my own feet, you could say I fell
Next hand, new plan, fare thee well
And aaargh, aaargh, aaargh, aaargh
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8. |
Closer
04:05
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Thinking back it’s all a blur...
Static in the street Chill in my soul
Seasons changed Touch went cold
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9. |
Talking Shit
00:31
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talking shit, talking shit
everybody’s talking shit
talking shit, talking shit
why you always talking shit?
talking shit, talking shit
everybody’s talking shit
T-A-L-K-I-N-G-S-H-I-FUCKING-T
TALKING SHIT
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10. |
Fall Apart
03:08
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So out of place and it's sad to say
That I don't care where I end up today
What does it all mean, where does it all lead?
How come I can't get out of my own way?
Sometimes it's better to let things fall apart
Sometimes it’s better to let things…
Sometimes it’s better to let things fall apart
Sometimes it’s better to let things…
So out of place and it's sad to say
That I don't care where I end up today
What does it all mean, where does it all lead?
How come I can't get out of my own way?
Sometimes it's better to let things fall apart
Sometimes it’s better to let things…
Sometimes it’s better to let things fall apart
Sometimes it’s better to let things…
Exploded view, deconstruct
What I do, never enough
Broken trust, burnt out husk
Shape of love, cloaked in lust
Sometimes it's better to let things fall apart
Sometimes it’s better to let things…
Sometimes it’s better to let things fall apart
Sometimes it’s better to let things…
Fall apart…
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11. |
La-La Land
02:20
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The means of production consumption and function
Distributed upward in infinite numbers
Transactions no actions do nothing don’t bother
You’ll always eat out of their hand
Punch in punch out break time pass out
Traffic sunset blinded upset
Inside no sun outside ozone
Death by asphyxiation
Bumbling masses distracted divided
Inviting disaster and stricken with pride
Are you living or dying?
Hand to mouth. mouth to hand
It’s all just a part of the plan
Punch in punch out break time pass out
Traffic sunset blinded upset
Inside no sun outside ozone
Death by asphyxiation
Notice of termination
It’s all just a part of the plan
The plan here in La La Land
say hello to your new god
they’ve got everything handled from here
so just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride
you don’t have to worry about a thing
except maybe what your friends think
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la-la-la-land
It’s all just a part of the plan
Their wish is your command
The plan here in La-La Land
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12. |
Tidal Track
02:08
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13. |
God's Will
03:37
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Cowered in fear at the foot of a phallus
The blocks are in place at the Vatican palace
Constructed to get what you want when you want it
Crusading invading the uterine wall
A nuclear winter in darkness is dawning
A blanket asbestos so silently lies
In clutching for warmth the familiar is gone
In the backseats the children of mothers they cry
Why is the world made this way?
Who is your god? Where is he now?
Why won’t he answer your prayers?
No. You can never convince me
That you aren’t the one disguising himself
“The image and likeness of man”
Bend to our whim or be eternally damned
Prey on insecurity. Eat out of our hand
Give all you have and in the end we’ll sell you a spot
Your name on a slab while you silently rot
Tax free rejoice
Gods will be damned
Blood on your hands
Gods will be damned
Tax free rejoice
Gods will be damned
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14. |
Chimes
03:33
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we are the instruments of our own failures
we are the architects of our own prisons
we are the machinery of our own demolition
they only want to know you
if they know you want to play
they will only talk to you
if you talk the way they do
a vehicle for the death of dreams
a chance encounter with the utopia
that we demolished and never heeded
we are the instruments of our own failures
we are the architects of our own prisons
we are the machinery of our own demolition
play what you want to play
who really cares what they all say
we’re only here to show you
don’t forget where you have been
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