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Lack of Interest
02:30
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I’m only eating this cos you are, I just do what you do
I’m just so tired of my own excuses I still feed to you
when did we decide to settle down
you say you feel the same way
I’m only sleeping because you are, I just do what you do
I’m just so tired of my own excuses, I still think are true
when did we decide to settle down
you say you feel the same way
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2. |
More/Marsh
02:37
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change the song it’s boring, just hold on ‘til morning
write me back again, I’ll just change my pin
I’m holding back that’s why, I keep myself on high
pretty polite and shy, it’s all a lie
I got discipline
stick around the cornfed, stick out like a toothpick
always asking why, pretty polite and shy
thinking about the train, biting my nails again
it’s just the reason why, it’s all a lie
I got discipline
change the song it’s boring, just hold on ‘til morning
write me back again, I’ll just change my pin
I’m holding back that’s why, I keep myself on high
pretty polite and shy, it’s all a lie
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3. |
Slur
02:44
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they got a tongue that twists and turns and spits, a pocket knife whatever fits
a gallon cold, of liquor folded up, next to the speaker
that preacher got a mouth on him, his shoes that shine, the widest brim
to tip his hat to all the choir coming through the speaker
I love my flag, I love my lawn
but I’m told soon, this will all be gone
but I’ll sit here in my old wooden chair
cos I wake up at night and I am sweating with a fever
they got a gun to shoot to kill to sit with
on my lap and polish it with
the blackest coal from Boothill sold at Texaco don’t he slur
his words and speech the drawl and drip, the chew and spit of all of it
a gallon cold of liquor sold at texaco don’t he slur
I love my flag, I love my lawn
but I’m told soon, this will all be gone
but I’ll sit here in my old wooden chair
cos I wake up at night and I am sweating with a fever
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4. |
Living in the City
02:59
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why does anyone care why I brush my hair
certain people came here I won’t even care
by my window I stare, with that fresh-ish air, just blowing in my hair
I wanna go out tonight
hurt and often I swear, I won’t even care
all these people came here I don’t even care
by my window I stare, with that fresh-ish air, just blowing in my hair
I wanna go out tonight
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5. |
Pretty
01:05
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wave to my reflection, it is cold in the wind
easily influenced, just the thought of you will
back to the city, so much easier
back to being pretty, so much easier
but all I feel is blame
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6. |
White Cadillac
02:52
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sold my brand new white Cadillac, to the devil himself he aint coming back
he said son you don’t do the things you said you'd do
I told my mom I’m never coming back, I sold my soul to a man dressed in black
I told her that I would do what I said I’d do
but the claws digging in my skin
on my shoulder I’m living in sin
and the colder it gets round here
I’ll just forget it all the same and keep moving on
throw my woes on that old train track I’m gonna hunt him down that man dressed in black
I want to make him shake and shiver in his boots
and tell him to take that thistle out from my spine so I can tell my mother I’m doing fine
I want to do the things for her I said I’d do
but the claws digging in my skin
on my shoulder I’m living in sin
and the colder it gets round here
I’ll just forget it all the same and keep moving on
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7. |
Better Someday
01:48
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I don’t know her I don’t myself either
I wish I could just get out, wish I could just stay cleaner
wish I didn’t sit around all day and think of all the million ways that I could be better someday
I hate my job, I think I just hate the people
wish I could just get along, I never really got appeal
I could fill another ashtray and think of all the million ways that I could be better someday
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8. |
Skincare
03:42
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All the time you were King Kong
Nobody noticed anyway
But gathered round when you were gone
Parasite feed on decay
Nothing is ever good enough
but I can always wash my face
something to clean fill it up
I just want them to be okay
Just imagine what you’d do
But I can’t do it with you
Pull the car up to the back
Keep it secret cut the slack
Hopefully I’ll lose my grip
Maybe it will be today
Somehow ways I’m always if
I just want be okay
This year can’t get worse enough
Tip toe round and find your way
All my prayers aren’t good enough
I just want them to be okay
Just imagine what you’d do
But I can’t do it with you
Pull the car up to the back
Keep it secret cut the slack
All the time you were King Kong
The ones that mattered anyway
I can’t believe it’s been this long
I still think of you everyday
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9. |
Sometimes
03:44
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my lips so dry, from kissing your cheek, I know it’s wintertime and I can’t sleep
too well when I know somethings wrong with me
I get by during the week, can’t wait for summertime so I can sleep
more well than when I know somethings wrong with me
sometimes I want my mother’s arms and live at home forever
sometimes I don’t know what went wrong, I never do nothing to anyone
I keep a nail dug in my palm, I hope it doesn’t bleed all on your arm
when I know there’s something wrong with me
I put it on you, like I’ve no charm
I keep my head down, I try self harm
when I know there’s something wrong with me
sometimes I want my mother’s arms and live at home forever
sometimes I don’t know what went wrong, I never do nothing to anyone
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10. |
Drag Thru Urs
02:28
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tear me apart I am lost at a moment’s notice
pray for me till I fall apart
I’m torn in two and thrown to the dogs
break my heart
you don’t notice
right from the start I am lost at a moment’s notice
stay with me till I fall apart
I’m torn in two and thrown to the dogs
break my heart
you don’t notice
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