1. |
test
00:13
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2. |
board
02:41
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sitting on your lawn
pretending i don't speak english
you're wearing matching t shirts
and posing for a photograph
the grass isn't brown, it's golden
but the leaves are most definitely dead
and the birds are singing but only
'cause they're lonely
when we get to the show
we are greeted by a man
with one leg & a cat named sylvia
i ask if she is curious, or french
he says, "what"
there is a coffee lid rafting around the porta potty floor
can you see the writing on the wall?
says, "i'm board"
eating commercials
standing on a thumbtack
you cannot mock me
if i do not talk back
do you think that i'm no fun
do you think that this is crowded
do you like yourself
do you ever think about it
there are hairs growing out of my nose
and more growing out of my ears
can you see the writing on the wall?
says, "el chapo was here"
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3. |
snot rocket
01:46
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(sry 4 fret noise)
a nice man in my class
told me i could be a writer
but he also called me ben
and cracked some kid's skull playing rugby
soon he will be living
in a big back bay apartment
and i'll be drinking pool water in tempe, arizona
or somethin
i am feeling a little sick
i am feeling a little hungry
i am building rocket ships
it is probably just allergies
i write this on the bathroom floor
it is my holy place
a temple where no one can hear me
and even if they did, they'd have to knock
before entering
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4. |
cobweb diem (hsb riff)
03:13
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i am embarrassed
on the corner where men
in faded foreheads
flick still-lit cigarettes
into traffic
we walk through the rain!
we walk through a parade!
i can seize the day!
i can celebrate!
with your family
unselfconsciously
i can seize the day!
i can celebrate!
cinco de mayo
a thousand miles from my home
mid-conversation
am i full of shit
i can be a dick
i can be addict
in the car
in hell
do you love yourself
at the gas station
what sounds genuine---
that already feels wrong
premeditating off-the-cuff
in the parking lot
i keep waking up
cobwebs on my lungs
by tonight i'll shake them off
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5. |
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with the fine, arty people
in the fine art museum
i can smell myself
are you taking it in?
are you taking good notes?
did you see the Utopia?
and the Adios?
do you feel the intent?
do you think i'm a fraud?
hey look, ma, poseidon
he's my favorite god
while my skin looks like thanksgiving
you are fishing off a bridge
a woman texting violently
her dog taking a
second look around the premises
squatting down and deciding
that it is not worth it
o, what a world
what a time
what a place
i am taking up space
you are making a face
that reads like a grad school dissertation
on everyone like me
and our sick, swiney pleasures
"there's no anger in his delphinium eyes
and no fear and no hatred either,
so maybe it's all right"
and i'd say it's a great day to be a great day to be a great day to be a great day to be
at gloucester harbor
in houston
what are the odds?
not as slim as i thought
where is that notebook i had bought
to justify stealing these socks
and a bunch of other stuff?
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6. |
cool/nice
03:17
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i peed on a spider
and flushed it
i dug up an anthill,
crushed it, and then I got paid
cool guys
pointing at cameras
too many flies
getting sucked in through the window
dying in my lap
i bend for you
how many times have i given up
how many people die in space
what happens if you nuke the moon
what happens if you die in vain
she asked,
do you reach inside yourself
and pull out something grey?
i said my uncle works nights making glue
and he sleeps during the day
i bend for you
time might be a snake eating its own tail
but i am a snake eating like a king
in the city
with you
and you love me
and when you stop it will be holy in some way or another
and when you're calm I am picking at the holes in my sweater
i bend for you
i peed on a spider
and flushed it
i dug up an anthill,
and crushed it
(then I got paid again)
i lie even when
i have no reason
i am nice to the extent
that it's convenient
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7. |
clock radio
02:21
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neon glow
o, my clock radio
cackles npr
stings my skin,
some sickly goad
i could call in sick
i could call in & quit
i could find a new job
where i don't have to clean up
public bathrooms
or any bathrooms,
for that matter
neon glow
o, my clock radio
spits up bad reviews
of the spiderman reboot
interrupts my dreams
shopping idly for groceries
we weren't even buying anything
we were just browsing
through the frozen foods
and i felt nice with you
maybe next time
we can do dishes
i will wash if you will dry
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8. |
oh tis
01:26
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i don't watch
kung fu movies
but i don't want
you to hate me
the bluebirds in their bubbles
only talk amongst each other
but i'm a sparrow! or somethin
at least says my brother
on the mountain with the hippies
and their lawyers for parents
they were getting high on pcp!
i was trying hard at being present
of all the places to feel empty
and all the vendors, but i'm not hungry
anymore
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9. |
important people
02:52
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chewed up two left feet
chewing through
my cheek tastes like rubber
when you bend
i bend 'cause
i love you so much fun
dressed like halloween
i am a mutant at your work christmas party
aspirating ice cream and coffee,
coughing through polyester napkins
could you slap me on the back?
or maybe stab it repeatedly, anything
i am a drama queen
the dj plays the dancing queen
the air is fake and so are
you are drawing blanks
i am drawing cubes
compulsive itch
i am afraid of everything
apparently
suspicious minds
elvis playing live
in the divey dive bar bathroom
there are tvs in here
(3 tvs in the bathroom)
the air is fake and so are
you are drawing blanks
i am drawing cubes
compulsive itch
i am afraid of everything
the air is fake and so am
i am drawing blanks
cannot tie
my tie will choke me out
what a way to
embarrass you
in front of
important people
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10. |
smooth as hell
01:32
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shark skin is smooth as fkn hell
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11. |
samson by the res
01:29
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samson by the res, talking shit
says the water's filled with chemicals
and they're killing all the fish
everything i'm thinking sounds so dumb
so i stay quiet, make eye contact,
and try to see where you're coming from
the bike ride smelled like dirt & petrichor
my headlight tried its best
but hardly made it out the door
and everything that i'm feeling is feeling off
how boring, how abhorrent
that i still can't help getting lost
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12. |
rats
03:27
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i left my car keys on your bathroom floor
so i listened to my gut and walked home
looked in sideways through every unlit store
and saw myself
the night's unseasonably hot
the dog stares back at me as it squats over the sidewalk
i feel out of time
stuck in amber
sam says rats keep crawling through his brains
drinking paper bags and taking names
man on the bus will not shut up about ephemerality
like, we're just trying to check our emails
and mine says that i cannot miss my chance to win
one thousand dollars from the palm of my hand
all my friends are hard at work
and all my neighbors drink their dirt
and then look down
while i look out
sam says rats keep crawling through his brains
drinking paper bags and taking names
sam says give me something to say
for all my bullshit, i act pretty alright
and i think about the sermons on dirty dishes
racked in dirtier sinks
and i think about the best looking people
saying the grossest possible things
and i think about some stuff that i left
that probably should have left me first
and i can see you blink & say,
"what's good is supposed to hurt"
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13. |
tourist
01:45
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i like the rain when it's hitting my face
and coming in through the cracks
on your crank window frame
rest stops are fine
they usually look a lot like the last one
can hardly find a point in an attempt at stretching
hard to tell if the employees look amused or threatened
i would've bought a pack of cigarettes
if i could stomach the taxes
so i let some value shake hands with my stomach acid
i wish i had a beer
i wish you were not counting calories
i wish i did not know your salary
how much more you make than me
i'm telling jokes
that i read on the internet
and if you don't laugh the first time
i'm just gonna tell them again
drinking hot tea at a party
o, what do i know
and it's a cheesesteak
not a steak and cheese
now i know
that i'm some sad excuse for a tourist
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14. |
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carmen sold us frames
and then she kissed my face
i didn't get my lunch break
or much say
"send my love to your sister---"
she said, "i've got so much to give her"
then she bought six tickets of the mega millions
and swore she never played
but today felt like her day
harvey takes his seat
by the corner keno screen
and he rubs his chain for good luck's sake
and he nods at me
the counters can't keep clean
the floor could use a sweep
but i will sit and stare at the cold, fake air
making waves along my sleeves
some expensive kind of cheap
when the bug bites come and go
jean heads off to some catholic school
and the marchant twins get caught again
lifting car radios
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15. |
lynn
04:39
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lynn's got it bad
head full of rats
thinks she’s 25 again
dresses in furs
and plaids that aren’t hers
wrapped in walls wrapped in violet
two cups of milk
given one cup will spill
meets the mealtime quota
while nurses in white
work through the night
nursing pretzels and soda
once the tv time has started
i will be lucky to find parking
lynn’s got it bad
head full of rats
and they're making meat of her
studies her kids
while her sister deals bridge
on the bed
four cups of tea
while they all try to cheat
makes for drifting eyes
“loser buys drinks,”
says lynn with a wink
and a smile
“and once the tv time has started,
you’ll be lucky to find parking”
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16. |
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lou parm on the track
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