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Write Like Pollard
02:11
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Deviate from your plan and try to understand where I’m coming from
I’m begging for you to try it on me once
This domestic blight serves as another highlight
And I'm the one that's crumbling down
You call me a Game of Pricks
While you Motor Away
I’ll give you A Salty Salute
When I finally walk away
Read the room if you're dumb enough to catch it
You could always learn a second language
So you’ll never be alone
The smell of the exhaust, reminds me that I’m not so cold
Do I still have my identity?
Do I still know how to function decently?
You don’t have to be alone.
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Hey!
A family of three living in their car that can’t afford to eat
Love thy neighbor and eventually we’ll all die peacefully
These advertisements hanging overhead
Make me wish that I was dead
Hey!
These eclectic lights represent a life I’ll never see
Just like these socialist ideas that I accepted so gleefully
“If there is a lower class I am in it”
“If there is a criminal element I am of it”
Hold up the weight of luxury
Advance the movement of technology
Another cog in the machine
Is this what we call
The American Dream?
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Are we conserving?
Or Just preserving?
All I’m seeing is destruction by fellow man
And mother nature firing back with a beating heart.
Memorize the new testament
According to you it's the only way to see in the dark
I’ll never understand your reasoning but I’ll respect your remarks
That’s why I had too
I had too leave
Not to run, but a presence pulling me
Tried to take my vision
Now I must find the source of this beating heart
“Climb the mountain
Get their good tidings
Wash your spirit clean
These winds will blow freshness into you”
Given so much without reparations
From the trees of the Sequoia to Yosemite and Glacier Bay
This is my religion unabashed natural love
The is my new testament
For now I will be
Judged
I guess I’ll see you in the rapture
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8am Coffee, Still Sad
01:17
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Just had my coffee now it's time to check the news
My morning routine, a ritual
Mass media consumption blues
Let’s start with some culture
Grand master Rudenko ‘76
Rook to E3
Knight to D4
Pawn to E5
Check
And I’m angry
But can never articulate the words
So I hold it all inside and doubt my own self worth
I need to make a change not just today, tomorrow too
Just remember that you are surrounded by people who love you
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When I don't sleep I think about death
Then I think about dying all the time
So bury me in magazines
Another dead format with humble beginnings
When I used to hang onto every word
A silent conversation with a meaning
For what it's worth
I stood with my back against the wall
For what it's worth
Dodging objects trying to read the bloody scrawl
I’m nervous
Timid
Afraid
I’m comfortable
You can't fix me I’ve tried
Please believe me
Believe me
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