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wolves + sheep
02:56
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which came first, the failure or the sadness?
when the king was crowned he said "every man's a king"
was he up above the wall or was he lofted on the throne, forge into the sun?
no one gets to heaven
and so we dream in shambles
we can't decide what's heaven
and so we dream in shambles
which came first, the predator or prey?
there are wolves and sheep
there are strong and weak
but the wolves feed us poison while we wait for them to die
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joiner
02:26
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no more honest jobs, no taught family ties
just char marks down your forearms
everyones a con, cobbled conversations
the loyal blood move on, receding up your forearms
i'm leaking out of frame, like daylight and rain
never enough to eat but just enough to dream
everything feels empty the more that i feel safe
and i don't know who to thank
we only desire whats lost
homes are built to break, voices primed to mute
no more locking eyes, just point your gun and shoot
back to the country, back to the trees
shuddering in bed at the break of day
and all your efforts to make me feel safe
will go the way of everything
homes are built to break, voices primed to mute
no more locking eyes, just point your gun and shoot
desire what's lost
desire what's lost
desire what's lost
that's all that i've been taught
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3. |
hoedown phase
02:16
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lock me down you try to lock me down
my roommates locked me out
i'll sleep in the stables
lock me down, a night alone in town
you try to dance it off, you try to lock me down
and every breathe is your's, i just wanna hold myself
lean into me and grind
i have a pulse and you're a tourniquet
"no I just started drinking, what do you mean you're leaving? Who's leaving?"
i have a pulse dancing defribillate, "no, i just started drinking"
kiss me i'm in my hoedown phase
lock me down you try to lock me down
my roommates locked me out
but i'm not banging for roof
lock me down, a night alone in town
you try to dance it off, you try to lock me down
i finally feel alone, alone is so alive
kissing strangers once, finding lovers twice
i'm ripping through the crowd, the wind shaving off your skin
What A World I've Been Living In
"run like the wind, bullseye"
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4. |
bugjig
01:38
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sick of being team obedient
i watched a hanging man
wash skyscraper windows
daydreamed about the picture
i would take if he should fall
his family could have it for free
but i wouldn’t share with anyone
not anyone else at all
sick of watching ants drown in the yard
while spiders perch in crooks of skyscraper windows
bodies dot the webs sewn through the hall
their eyes washed bright like skyscraper windows
and if you work you earn it for free
and you can share with anyone
anyone else at all
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you say forget right now
this is an ad for the past
bones of a band i thought was dead
i guess if you go, i go
the hopeless love the past
and you sold it to us
i drank your words with gin
my parent, familiar perfume
and maybe we could learn to never show up here again
if it’s for your sake i’ll say you saved me
but it’s for my sake i think i should leave
it’s like my life was built inside a factory
where all my memories are assembled and made for cheap
and you wired me to sing when you sing
and as i sing i see i’m 17
grappling with malnourishment and brushing my teeth
more common ground and disdain for authority
and i’m no different now then i was then
everything i desire is just pretend
but you can sell me tickets to remember
a time when i hoped it wouldn’t be this way
if all i can wear is my past
all i can choose is which way to regress
so i’ll spend my future
skinny dipping in the yard
begging you to play that one song
one more time, one more time
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6. |
empty grows every bed
03:32
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the old whiskers of the wheat grow gray
the end of summer
i can hear the steamrollers, miles away
a soft jaw crushed under smooth cement
i watch from my window
i’ve gone days without speaking
this land won’t run dry
drinking it’s own lies
even sunburnt skin
can grow something
flat feet and hands depress the soaking earth
skin like shifting leaves, shades of burgundy
shudders bolted open with windows painted shut
get your steps in, even on a crutch
even on a crutch
speech locked with resentment
i say what you say
the simon-says closed eyes and ears
and i will just keep walking where you tell me
so tell me
so tell me
so tell me
don’t teach me
just tell me
need control
with no plorables
the mango sun
drips sweetened dust
why are you so indispensable
cancer doesn’t collude
it’s a day ender
and i grow, a hardened corpse
amongst the dust
the old whiskers of the wheat are shorn
they clog the gutters
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the 'burbs get robbed blind
but all they lost was time
arm and a leg for a liminal space
i park my corpse where i'm not meant to stay
and i fear the owners
but i fear their children
cash in the safe, guns in the kitchen
i'd be a ghost story even if nothing happens
the neighbors are watching they're so unforgiving
and my friends are fed more hopelessness
as their bedrooms shrink to caskets
and i'd love to live my parent's life but now i can't afford it
so i'll take nostalgia's bait and stream reruns of anime
and idealize what's left of life as my brain is amputated
you complain about all this screaming
but it doesn't bother you when you sleep
hungry cries of the weak "I left the tv on
now the plasmas bleeding!"
under every home is 10 lbs of picked-dry bones
you know, i'm pretty kind
for knowing nothing is really mine
go cruise with the lacrosse crew
shoplifting in white shoes
mouth-to-mouth with a dugout
as the streetlights snuff the stars out
the older i get, its true
change can be so crude
but as the price of life is spiking
my life feels like bad timing
my life feels like bad timing
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8. |
w0rk b00ts
02:01
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"anyone can play guitar," right?
i stand and nod my head. drunk, dead in the eyes
not everyone is good at making friends
we talk in business, like i work in a hospital
who's saving who tonight?
when i buy your air, so you can grab some gas
crying eye-to-eye, we'll pass the money back
we'll pass the money back
pretend i have what you don't have
you're tenacious geniuses, Free Help like a hospital
if we're talking overhead, i overheard
you write like the living dead
you write like the living dead
and run from permanence
a life like a hospital
the cures that you create
from bloody cash
inspire us to step back
pull us into your setbacks,
it's all just a hospital
who gets the kickbacks?
yeah, i'll give you money for some gas
maybe you'll plug me or follow me for free
every faceless fan dead wind in a hospital
staving off death, staving off death
staving off death
i don't know what to tell you, but this isn't it
debt-to-debt, impermanence to impersonal
it's all just a hospital
(barn burner sound, bringing down the house)
diatribe to diagnosis
(scarecrow kids spend their bodies like money)
business of the sick
inspiring the hopeless
like a marvel movie
sponsorships we all could be
inspiring the weak
context for the misdirected
you don't have to be good
but you can't be free
you don't have to be good
but willing to give up everything
(or at least a few things)
you don't have to be good
but you have to make everyone some money
"anyone can play guitar, right?"
i stand and nod my head. drunk, dead in the eyes
not everyone means it when they're friends
this is just business, just like a hospital
just like a hospital
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