1. |
Terrapin
06:27
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Yellow like tungsten
All oxytocin
I've never done this
Never again
What a great drug then
The one that's always on you
What a great hunger
The howling when I suffer
I'm a body of sin
Molecularly condemned
To be ragged with guilt
And to repent when I return
You had me at hello
But this must be goodbye
I cannot take the weight
Of constantly having to try
Instead of being here
Simply awake and alive
Everything I do is work
It's Matter over mind
Your black dress in the passenger
Rustling over leather
Intoxicated by the
Humid hands of the evenin' weather
Lay thee down to rest
I think we're both repressed
I think we're wasting time
I might just be obsessed
The cracking of the atom
The splitting of the hair
I feel like I'm shadow boxing
But there's nary a shadow there
You had me at hello
But this must be goodbye
I cannot take the weight
Of constantly having to try
Instead of being here
Simply awake and alive
Everything I do is work
It's Matter over mind
You had me at hello
But this must be goodbye
I cannot take the weight
Of constantly having to try
Instead of being here
Simply awake and alive
Everything I do is work
It's Matter over mind
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2. |
Routine
04:18
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You had your chance
You fucking blew it
Every mechanic in the cosmos knew it
You robbed the grave
And you ate my flesh
You swallowed God’s skin and burnt your teeth on endless tests
I feel alone
Like no one wants me
I’m probably right and the thought will always haunt me
I have no home
I am my property
I wanna die and scream and eat myself entirely
There’s somethin’ coming
And it’s something grand
Some major shift in the great creator’s plan
I am a pawn
And I mow my lawn
I eat the dirt and think how some day we’ll all be gone
Drink, sleep, eat, drink
Cry, think, “just a crush”
Sleep, wonder why nobody wants to hang with us
Makeshift, make change
I’ve still got the same fucked up brain
Drive, die, fail, thrive
Sinewave plastic play
Everything’s a simulacra
Searching for a better way
I’m suffering
And you’re suffering
Help me someone
I’m drowning in flame
And I’m swallowing salt
Like Gomorrah's
Last remaining slave
Mummify me
Mush my brain
Lobotomize me till I’m only half insane
Kill me quickly
Yeah end it all
The void is always calling,
That moistened pitch-black maw
I see them calling
Out to me from the dark
And I wanna pretend
Not to have heard them or seen them at all
Drink, drink, eat, drink
Cry, think, holy dreams
Sleep, wonder why nobody wants to hang with me
Makeshift, make change
But I’ve still got the same fucking brain
Drive, die, fail, thrive
Sinewave plastic day
Everything’s a simulacra
Searching for a better way
I’m suffering
And only I’m suffering
Drink, drink, eat, drink
Cry, think, holy dreams
Sleep, wonder why nobody wants to hang with me
Makeshift, make change
But I’ve still got the same fucking brain
Drive, die, fail, thrive
Sinewave plastic day
Everything’s a simulacra
Searching for a better way
I’m suffering
And only I’m suffering
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3. |
Candlelight
04:13
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I must be stepping on the green screen
I can't see reality any more
I must be choking on a sun beam
Can’t breath and I’m writhing on the dance floor
I'm just a ghost in the TV
Eating static and swimming in the electro-sea
My eyes are a flat screen
Glazed over with the images of a life unseen
Wake up wake up
You've been asleep
I feel like someone's controlling me
I keep on trying to do better
But in this battle I believe I'll surrender
Sundown sundown
I'm someone else
I've got no energy to help myself
I wanna sleep for a thousand nights
In the flickering of the candlelight
Can't hear the sound of my voice
Because my thoughts are a sea of noise
It's like an ear full of screaming mites
Some of the day and all of my nights
All my nights
I wish that I could turn it off
I wish that it was just a switch
I wish that I could fall asleep
And stay asleep without wondering
If everything I've done to this point
Was a waste of precious time
And whether or not I'll be happy
Happy when I die
Wake up wake up
You've been asleep
I feel like someone's controlling me
I keep on trying to do better
But in this battle I believe I'll surrender
Sundown
I'm someone else
Got no energy to help myself
I wanna sleep for a thousand nights
In the flickering of the candlelight
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4. |
Rhinestone Eyes
03:06
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I'm a scary gargoyle on a tower
That you made with plastic power
Your rhinestone eyes are like factories far away
When the paralytic dreams that we all seem to keep
Drive on engines 'til they weep
With future pixels in factories far away
So call the mainland from the beach
All parties now washed up in bleach
The waves are rising for this time of year
And nobody knows what to do with the heat
Under sunshine pylons, we'll meet
While rain is falling like rhinestones from the sky
I got a feeling now my heart is frozen
All the verses and the corrosion
Have been after native in my soul
I prayed on the unmovable
Yeah, clinging to the atoms of rock
Seasons, the adjustments
Times have changed
I can't see now, she said, "Taxi"
Now that light is so I can take
This storm brings strange loyalties and skies
I'm a scary gargoyle on a tower
That you made with plastic power
Your rhinestone eyes are like factories far away
Here we go again
That's electric
That's electric
Helicopters fly over the beach
Same time every day, same routine
A clear target in the summer when skies are blue
It's part of the noise when winter comes
It reverberates in my lungs
Nature's corrupted in factories far away
Here we go again
That's electric
Your love's like rhinestones falling from the sky
That's electric
With future pixels in factories far away
Here we go again
That's electric
Your love's like rhinestones falling from the sky
That's electric
With future pixels in factories far away
Here we go again
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5. |
Crow
06:05
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I stare out from a frosted window
I'm watching as the day goes on and on
There's someone swimming in my birdbath
And corpses lying on the lawn
I can hear the open spaces
Those images projected gone
I sit down right on the table top
And wonder why life is so hard
What a coincidence
I feel asynchronous
I am pessimist
I can die
We all die
Call it enlightenment
But I'm ambivalent
Feels like imprisonment
I feel like a lie
But I feels so sublime
Saturn's rings are coiling
Around my shoestring neck
And black holes swallow spirits
In this cosmic wreck
I realize
I'm only human
And we're trying to be gods
Trying to fuck the world
And yet we're holding on
I stare out from a broken window
I'm watching as the wind blows on and on
There's someone bleeding on the altar
And there's people laughing on the lawn
And I can hear the sound of color
The music in the images all wrong
I lay myself in blacker pastures
And wonder why I feel so hot
They built for me a little coven
Those hermits gather round my corpse
They hum a dirge at end of service
And push my bones into the dirt
I'm crying at my frosted window
I'm watching as my life goes on and on
Now I'm the crow inside the bird bath
Just eating corpses on the lawn
I found an empty space
With no death and no disease
An Eden of the brain
Where I can rest in peace
And I met holy men
Inside this sacred dream
Who told me not to fret
For this death was my destiny
And one humble man
Who bled upon a tree
Watches all my failures
As I destroy his plans for me
I squeeze my heavy heart
In human misery
When all I want is for
This man to rescue
Rescue me
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6. |
Push//Pull
03:58
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We have avarice
A holy greed
We try to run from who we are
But there's no need
No one cares any more
What happens next
To be honest
It feels like my friends are praying for the apocalypse
I wanna be good
I wanna be good
I wanna be good
But it feels so good to be bad
A push and pull
In constancy
It's a tug of war
It's a seesaw
joy on one side
On the other side I'm mad
I cannot handle this tide
I'm not even middle aged
And if I've got to navigate these stormy seas until I die
I don't wanna live 'til 108
There's a terror in the war inside
Something I can't control
The stoics told me that I could dictate my actions
But most times it doesn't feel so
I feel like I'm on autopilot
Fighting the machine
The body moves where it wants to move
And it leaves me with no mouth to scream
I feel like I'm on autopilot
Fighting the machine
The body moves where it wants to move
And it leaves me with no mouth to scream
Something left me
Deep in my youth
In the age of golden sun
I'd turn tail and go back in time
If I knew it was possible to run
I wanna survive
I wanna live
I wanna breathe
That's what I feel
But sometimes
I wonder if not waking up
Would be
Such a big deal
It's a push and pull in constancy
It's a tug of war
Between me and the divine
The spirit is willing
But the flesh is weak
And it's always been that way so it's fine
I feel like I'm on autopilot
Fighting the machine
Cause the body moves where it wants to move
And it leaves me with no mouth to scream
I feel like I'm on autopilot
Fighting the machine
Cause the brain does what it wants to do
And it leaves me with no mouth to scream
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7. |
Steambird
06:44
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My engine roars to life
I hear the sparks combine
My heart is pumping blood
But I'm devoid of light
I push my hair aside
And my mirror plays a game
Shows me someone I don't know
Show's me a stranger's face
I want the fire and the steam
My smoke obscures my dream
I want enlightenment
I want a life well spent
I want the gears to grind
I want a better mind
The STEAMBIRD sings a dirge
I weep at every word
The chorus like a war
A stab with every chord
Voices I've never known
That's why I like to stay home
I'm nervous all the time
I'm paranoid I think
By think I mean I know
But I can't handle it
Me and I
Are fighting
All the time
And lighting
Every pyre
The funeral of form
And every night
I toss and turn to see
A shadow of myself
That stirs inside of me
I want the fire and the steam
My smoke obscures my dream
I want enlightenment
I want a life well spent
I want the gears to grind
I want a better mind
The STEAMBIRD sings a dirge
I weep at every word
I want the fire and the steam
My smoke obscures my dream
I want enlightenment
I want a life well spent
I want the gears to grind
I want a better mind
The STEAMBIRD sings a dirge
I weep at every word
Don't ask me
What I know
I've been asking
All my life
My list grows shorter
Every day
I'm losing wisdom
All the time
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8. |
Patchwork
03:32
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I heard the oxygen get sucked away from you
We built a room inside a room inside a room
For ourselves
We prayed in there
Did nothing else
We multiplied seven by seven by seven and we saw hell
And I climbed the pyramids of Giza in my dreams
I asked the bird god Ra if anything is as it seems he said no
Not under the moon
So I payed Ra my compliments and stole every shadow from the pharaoh's tomb
I heard the sound of someone calling in the wild
If you asked me I couldn't tell you what he said
But he ate locusts, bathed in rivers and he wept
Every reptile in the valley climbed his head
He said someone else
Had beaten death
And I climbed the pyramids of Giza in my dreams
I asked the bird god Ra if anything is as it seems
He said no
Not under the moon
So I payed Ra my compliments and stole every shadow from the pharaoh's tomb
You were always
The worst of me
I said unto the mirror
And pyrrhic scripture
Blazed before me in the fog
The holiest part of me is
Sagging like a sick and dying dog
And coughing blood into the train of every errant, impure thought
I was left high and dry in the wind
Like a sail flapping in the flames of hell
But Mr. Farmer I must say your seed was planted well
Here I am before the judge
Victorious and ruined all the same
With etchings, runes, and verses carved into my rotten brain
And I climbed the pyramids of Giza in my dreams
I asked the bird god Ra if anything is as it seems he said no
Not under the moon
So I payed Ra my compliments and stole every shadow from the pharaoh's tomb
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