1. |
Copper Wire
02:30
|
|||
|
my hands are tangled in the copper wire
the phone is ringing all the time
hands like clocks copy mine
depression is digging out a gold mine
is this my life or just a bridge in the sand?
is this my life or something alien?
is my life or just a bridge in the sand?
is this life mine to begin again?
my hands are tangled in the copper wire
hesitating choking all the time
footprints trace and follow mine
obsessions digging out a gold mine
is this my life or just a bridge in the sand?
is this my life or something alien?
is this my life or just a bridge in the sand?
is this life mine to begin again?
|
||||
2. |
How To Eat Your Friends
04:46
|
|||
|
consider this a resignation letter
from a pressure I can't beat
bested by infection cancer waits
looking for a home that won't cut off my breath
there's no better way to say all this
as we bleed across another day
that pains and blurs what it excites
festered in a cave I'll bury it away
things get strange patterns pass
picture birds birth stained glass
piss drunk in the warmth of the prophets light
the vibrance of a dark and hellish night
so incorrectly sleeping sound
trying to sweep up all I've found
dragged down so deep I'll get the bends
wondering when to eat my friends
hoping it makes things hum just right
clutching full handfuls of daylight
came up with the bends
how to eat your friends
now I'll shed all my skin
cause these nightmares are too weird
the great bond which keeps me pale
tenderly exhales
|
||||
3. |
Hand To God
04:07
|
|||
|
my eyelids swell shut in this weird empty space
and I'm all wet but embarrassment can wait
cause I'm trying not to misbehave and self-destruct
and to find a way to give all my anger up
cause I'm a snake without muscles
a noose of rosaries
being buried in my hoard
authentically naive
now I'm still stuck inside this pyramid of mirrors
the cacophony becomes desperately unclear
held down in waves of unsurprising shock
to find that my reflection moves on his own and talks
now he wants to start a scene while I can barely talk
feeling skinless and stagnant
and constantly fed up
he won't stop laughing till it bores him
so he holds me while masticates and breaks skin
it hurts when his back cracks as he tries to stand up
always trying to do his worst to keep his mouth shut
well maybe I should have come and ate with you
instead of always trying to hold it together with one hand
so now I keep my right hand to god
while my left hand stays asleep
always keeping one foot in the door
and the other dragging on the floor
|
||||
4. |
Fire Ants
04:24
|
|||
|
you shut the light out and closed the door
who's to say you want me around anymore
you sit in the kitchen and stare at the screen
when all of the voices in your head scream
to end it all now
to spit all of their ashes out of your mouth
to feel some remorse but you know that you can't
you lie down and feed yourself to fire ants
you look to your feet ashes on the floor
I wonder if it's gotten to be a bore
how many times you've been brought to the brink
after all this time I don't stop to think
how things should've been
how you should've loved me who died and who lived
maybe one day I'll write a song that forgives
but for now you should feel all the anger I lived
so I think it's time that you swallow it all
cause you'd spill all your blood to feel human at all
and I hope to god that you kept a clean soul
so you have something to nurse your health when your old
when the cancer sets in dementia comes on
I hope you can find the breath in your lungs
to say everything that's bothered you all these years
the love and the hate the childhood fears
like how everything beautiful will shit itself
or how you would get beaten till you pissed yourself
how much you hate dad
how much dad hates mom
how you managed to string us along
I'm warning you
|
||||
5. |
Linoleum
02:39
|
|||
|
head in my hands feeling weak at the knees
linoleum floor stuck to my cheek
and I hate standing up when my back won't keep straight
so my posture stays bad my vertebrae vibrate
and it feels so pitiful to be this comfortable
in a pillow-like puddle
face stretched apart
I hate wearing my prick on my sleeve
in front of my fridge can't decide what to eat
but I'm sure I'll be fine if I stick to raw meat
build that pressure that grows with disgust
of the filth I need to discuss
so I'd rather keep to myself
and stop breaking all the fourth walls I put up
I know that I think that I know I should stand
so I'll start by washing all my cum off my hands
and I'll try to move to the couch
but the effort it hurts my back just gives
I don't wanna be an actress anymore
I'd rather stay at home and just keep hugging the floor
|
||||
6. |
Joseph
05:42
|
|||
|
I can't sleep lying down
I'm the elephant in the room
there's a genius in my bed
who's too afraid to move
I didn't get my mother's bones
these genes are all my own
I'm not beautiful like her
but I've kept a gentle soul
I am not a monster
I swear that I'm a man
even if no one will look at me
I build cathedrals in my mind
to look past the bars I spend all my time behind
I'm wrecked
I'm wrecked
I'm a clinical carnival
a surgical side show
the theatre it was wonderful
and now I know I'm beautiful
so tonight I'm sleeping lying down
just like everyone else
even if it breaks my neck
I am not an animal
I am not an animal
|
||||
7. |
Little
04:14
|
|||
|
I am mostly paralyzed
from all these ghosts crawling in my spine
nothing works right
nothing works right
calcium and minerals go into decay
bones loose their density fracture and break
I'm sick of things being so fragile
there's no gravel in my gut no blood in my words
just pornographic pieces of things that I've learned
now there's nothing left to burn
I jerked off today cause I bored
thinking of things that were making my mind sore
I did it to smother everything
I did it to smother everything
now little miracles swallow our eyes
flocks of birds crash like planes and burn me alive
I'm watching the world violently slide
now I'm too nervous to ever be calm
hiding in motion from my bastard son
maybe there's still something harm
something
|
||||
8. |
||||
|
I feel soft and numb
hollow small and dumb
bloated in a sense
confused innocence
cause we're all just bones
no one is celestial
just all american
without oxygen
sympathetic enigmatic manic
hollowed out by empty panic
obsessive need to keep things clean
finely soaked in glowing steam
syphilitic erratic tragic
hiding behind absent magic
drafted baptized in violence
that's cautiously mindless
soap never kept my mouth clean
I was raised on god and gasoline
being stuffed with chemicals
to try and keep my stomach full
said "son build muscle up being clever's not enough! you gotta always be drunk and mean to be worth anything."
dogmatic christ fanatic
born again ecstatic
systematic symptomatic
defined by growing panic
panic empty panic
|
||||
9. |
Backpain
02:53
|
|||
|
where should I stand?
where should I stand?
I don't conversate well
I don't conversate well
I feel like shit
I feel like shit
my back fucking hurts
my back fucking hurts
now I'm pissing on my favorite Magritte
exploding damn marvelous trying to be
always holding myself in the lurch
while I pack myself down in like dirt
|
||||
10. |
Linoleum (Acoustic Demo)
02:44
|
|||
|
head in my hands feeling weak at the knees
linoleum floor stuck to my cheek
and I hate standing up when my back won't keep straight
so my posture stays bad my vertebrae vibrate
and it feels so pitiful to be this comfortable
in a pillow-like puddle
face stretched apart
I hate wearing my prick on my sleeve
in front of my fridge can't decide what to eat
but I'm sure I'll be fine if I stick to raw meat
build that pressure that grows with disgust
of the filth I need to discuss
so I'd rather keep to myself
and stop breaking all the fourth walls I put up
I know that I think that I know I should stand
so I'll start by washing all my cum off my hands
and I'll try to move to the couch
but the effort it hurts my back just gives
I don't wanna be an actress anymore
I'd rather stay at home and just keep hugging the floor
|
||||
11. |
||||
|
you shut the light out and closed the door
who's to say you want me around anymore
you sit in the kitchen and stare at the screen
when all of the voices in your head scream
to end it all now
to spit all of their ashes out of your mouth
to feel some remorse but you know that you can't
you lie down and feed yourself to fire ants
you look to your feet ashes on the floor
I wonder if it's gotten to be a bore
how many times you've been brought to the brink
after all this time I don't stop to think
how things should've been
how you should've loved me who died and who lived
maybe one day I'll write a song that forgives
but for now you should feel all the anger I lived
so I think it's time that you swallow it all
cause you'd spill all your blood to feel human at all
and I hope to god that you kept a clean soul
so you have something to nurse your health when your old
when the cancer sets in dementia comes on
I hope you can find the breath in your lungs
to say everything that's bothered you all these years
the love and the hate the childhood fears
like how everything beautiful will shit itself
or how you would get beaten till you pissed yourself
how much you hate dad
how much dad hates mom
how you managed to string us along
I'm warning you
|
||||
If you like Trona, you may also like:
Ridiculously cute fanciful French folk. Dare you to resist the charm of the boom-biddy-boom singalong.
go to album
Get groovy with the new one from Orions Belte, an album bursting with lithe basslines and hooky melodies.
go to album
You Are Love And I Am You
by The Parlor
New York indie pop duo embark on an ambitious, ecstatic spirit quest, crafted with continuous listening in mind; a dreamy, rewarding loop.
go to album
Cermony's Ross John Farrar experiments with synths, bass, & percussion to make music similar to that from the '80s homemade tape scene.
go to album
Sweet Tooth (Extended Version)
by Kaycie Satterfield
Can’t-miss, sunshine-y vocal melodies glide through warm guitar pop for a surge of summer in the midst of winter.
go to album
Strange World
by Hazy Sour Cherry
Grab your anorak! Tokyo underground legends-in-the-making Hazy Sour Cherry return with a second full-length of irresistible indie pop songs.
go to album
I Want The Door To Open
by Lala Lala
On her latest record, Lillie West considers the way the self is constructed.
go to album
