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Whatever (For Now)
03:28
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just cause you object that don’t mean it’s conscientious
as much as you might like to believe
feeling bad for someone’s a way of doing nothing
while still seeming like part of the team
bandwagon is headed for the cliff
i don’t have the courage to jump
though we might be stuck in the zoo
at least they simulated our habitat
once in awhile
i don’t catch myself being full of shit and i fall into line
i’m a man and i matter and you won’t mind
if i talk out of turn about something i hadn’t considered until you said a word
and my ancestry became activated
thought i really loved it until i caught the wind
carrying the catastrophic reviews
petty disagreements with liberal elitists
we’re gonna need a bigger canoe
with as much free will as the weather
i decided to make a choice
never to go out on a limb
unless a bionic replacement was cheap
you found me frozen
i was focus-grouped to oblivion
like a rat out of sewer
i was chased by the cat of my consciousness
who clawed at the future like it wasn’t worth looking forward to
‘til you put a suture on the time i was wasting thinking about lost time
bandwagon is headed for the cliff
i don’t have the courage to jump
so i’m counting on you to push me
it’s easier said than it’s—
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Fairy Godfather
05:20
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temper tantrum tuesdays, the tradition is alive
in the tender architecture of a treaty with your mind
cause when a stale strain of solitude settles down in your soul
a simple calculation tells you all you need to know:
that you’re alone in the universe like everybody else
all the better reason to keep that shit to yourself
but like a doctor who shows up to a house call in a hearse
you remind everybody that it can’t always be worse
meet me in the moonlight
bring a sacrifice
cemetery sweet talk keeps me up all night
I shake my fist at every void that’s moved into my neighborhood
make sense of the madness
puzzle at the plot
sneak into my daydreams
only to be shot by car alarms and christmas cards
undercover cops off duty
discontinued children donate someone else’s blood
sitting on a jet ski waiting patiently for flood
they fall in love with the pharmacist and keep on falling ill
stand in line for hours playing percussion with pills
you’re a counter-service creature whose been forced to wait the floor
the world’s smallest violin has really struck a chord
if the hostage situation has the best pizza in town
then where can i catch stockholm syndrome before bonds come down?
palm trees on the hellscape
holograms and trash
photogenic strangers want their money back
i’m banking on the poverty of gurus in the simulation
picture me in pi-charts, body parts and poems
guts and aspirations, moments spent alone
with no one to police me here
i’ve left no sleazy stone unturned
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