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Thanks Mom
01:24
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This fleeting quality of me
this awkward empty ecstasy
look ma, existence isn't free
but I get to look at all the trees
I get to lean back in a car
listen to the gold guitar
I get to breathe beneath the stars
and wonder how it all goes on
Thanks mom
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Coke Head City
01:50
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Coke head city, go go go go go go go
It's coke head city and I don't want another line
we don't get many perusers of your kind
you just kinda stare and it makes me introspect
which I don't like doing I'm mostly shames and regrets
Except the time with you, all I wouldn't undo
but coke head city's a horrifying living hell
where man's true nature is simple as Duracell
it's drain the power and juice 'till we're shriveled up
I hate this city, I wish I could just give it up
Except for you, I need you it's true
This is why I do not like to introspect
I talk about my home with loathe and disrespect
I hope this doesn't become another regret
I hope I don't become some fucking coke head
Except when I'm with you,
we can do cocaine the whole night through
yeah yeah yeah yeah
'cause we're in coke head city, go go go go go go go
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Ode to Ick
01:45
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It’s a one eyed giraffe on the stairs
stumbling, possibilities endless
and I wish was my hands on those
golden white keys
in the home where the mob has it right
Knew all along was old Gingerbread Saul
with his fingertips clutching the doorknob
newspapers cluck in my pocket
while old Marge and Maggie make
dust in the corner
the Kray twins are begging for justice
Abraham Lincoln’s all alone throwing dice
in the place where this makes the most sense
Marshall amplifies Bic
I think there’s a hole in my TV
comics line up sloppy
each rolling stone gets a show of their own
the president’s unhappy
I’m naked and off to get more things
Now I’ve got this hat on in bedroom
ain’t you never heard such a glorious triumph
this song’s in the key of McMahon
and the hat she’s gone back on the floor
it’s a graveyard where something might happen
and I’m wondering what the hell it is normal people do
when it’s getting to 4 in the morning
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Love and Drugs
02:17
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I used to smoke in high school in these dirty coveralls
when I would hide out in the bathroom just to kill time in the stalls
and when I'd step out after class underneath the weight of earth
screaming screaming why won't anybody see all that I'm worth
I guess nobody liked my essence plus I stunk just like a bug
and all my friends and I were not alike except we all liked drugs
and all we needed was the real estate the money and the plug
you don't even gotta feed me baby all I need is love
because I remember 5:00 AM on 97th street
walking all the way downtown on those wasted little feet
and looking for a deli with a grill on just so I can eat
and screaming screaming screaming screaming
why won't anybody see me
Then I switched out of that high school but I'm still in love and high
and every time I'm in that neighborhood I lose my fucking mind
and start convulsing in the gutter underneath my mother earth
screaming screaming screaming screaming
why won't anybody see me
because I still remember 5:00 AM on 97th street
walking all the way downtown on those wasted little feet
and looking for a deli with a grill on just so I can eat
and screaming screaming screaming screaming
why won't anybody see me
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Incendiary Statements
01:56
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today I walked to work with a well worn weariness
when I saw all the aryans being handed their envelopes
enclosed were instructions from all the aliens
said “burn all your money up, and never stop dancing” ‘cause
my hometown is where you came for debauchery
which would not bum me out if I could pay for some property
seen too many poets handed their food stamps
bum my cigarettes and savor spirits
and I’ve seen guitarists going their hardest
playing their hearts out on park benches
until dark left them and they sobered up and got real jobs
so I don’t expect the apocalypse but oh how I’ve wanted it
just to see some blood suckers on their own two legs
but the economy’s philosophy is sound
that’s why I play this shit so loud
it’s the incognizant dissonance of impossible innocence
a record scratching cynic will get back to you in a sec
you sex crazed monogamist who thought you were on top of this
why polish shit when you can thrive in incompetence
relationship problems, life and times of a hard on
fake it till you make it and then only fakers make it
and when it all breaks you just get wasted in the basement
nothing’s sacred even when you’re naked
incendiary statements from imaginary friends
thanks for being patient this is where it ends
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