1. |
First Wok
01:13
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There’s a picture of me that looks just like the one you took of your boyfriend
Standing at the counter trading a handful of bills for some ginger chicken
Used to go there after school for a second lunch to thaw my frozen heart
You know how cold it gets when it snows on Main Street in February
But I changed my hair and I
Moved to a place where the winter’s less cold
And I drink too much and I’m just getting old
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2. |
Fountainbleau Storage 2
04:09
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Help never arrived
There was no one left to save
Left floating deeper into space
No one survived
Only decaying halls remain
The system crashed, halfway through
Uploading their brains
(Hey, yeah) the engines are all failing
I don’t think we’re going to make it home after all
(Hey, yeah) the engines are all failing
Will you hold my hand as the oxygen runs out
It’s getting harder to breathe
It’s time to enter the freeze
I can’t get into the sleep
They’ll all forget about me
The metal framework reverberates with
Final intentions and memories
Still intact but trapped within
The obsolete technologies
Play them back to immerse yourself
In an overwhelming sadness
There was so much pain
(Hey, yeah) the engines are all failing
I don’t think we’re going to make it home after all
(Hey, yeah) the engines are all failing
Will you hold my hand as the oxygen runs out
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3. |
Dairy Beach
02:49
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They wrote you a backstory
But they never developed it
Scrapped most of your lines to make time for the star protagonist
And even in the simulation
She doesn’t want to fuck around with you
Please insert another dollar
To continue
It’s time for the beach scene, take off your clothes
But nothing too risque
For the viewers at home
You always do this
Grasping for meaning and desperate for attention
And it’s so, so sad
You can dye your hair pink
But the lead was born with it
You’re just a little less distinct and a little less talented
And even in the simulation
You’re still one-dimensional
Objectify yourself so you’ll be
Less forgettable
It’s time for the beach scene, take off your clothes
But nothing too risque
For the viewers at home
You always do this
Grasping for meaning and desperate for attention
And it’s so, so sad
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4. |
Pile of Little Arms
01:59
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Down at the end of the creek (He stands there waiting for me)
Beckoning me to defeat (My fears of security)
They teach me how to agree (They tell me what’s called obscene)
They’ve got me feeling diseased (What a way to make money)
A cost for each impression makes a child of connection
This is one I have to see myself
I don’t wanna stick around
I don’t wanna stick around
I don’t wanna stick around
I don’t wanna stick around
I don’t wanna stick around
I don’t wanna stick around
I don’t wanna stick around
Damnation for the happy (They must be blinded by greed)
Salvation is misery (Anxiety’s always free)
Digesting the fallacy (A mass-consumption party)
A serotonin increase (What a way to make money)
A cost for each impression makes a child of connection
This is one I have to see myself
I don’t wanna stick around
I don’t wanna stick around
There’s a better place I found
I don’t wanna stick around
I don’t wanna stick around
I don’t wanna stick around
There’s a paradise I found
I don’t wanna stick around
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5. |
Kill Yourself
04:33
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You really don’t know how many times you’ve saved my life
Talked me off of the ledge
Without knowing that I ever needed help
But life is an abyss
When I wake up I feel like shit
And if I jumped I’d never have to do
Anything ever again
And it isn’t that I’m lazy
It’s just that nothing really matters
My existence is random factors that are
All designed to fuck me over
You say as you realize
No one really needs you at all
I should kill myself
I’m a massive drag on everybody else
I should kill myself
The world will replace me with someone better
I should kill myself
Cause I can’t progress and I’ll never impress anyone
I should kill myself
You probably wouldn’t notice that I’m gone
And if I do it don’t you ever blame yourself
You kept me hanging on longer than anyone else
And I’m so thankful for everything that you’ve done for me
I wish it weren’t a waste
Because I wish that I were better
And I wish I didn’t hate my face
And I wish I didn’t feel guilty invading your space
Everything is over my head now
I’m the weakest of the pack
And I’m too weak to keep from falling behind
This is how I take it off my mind
You say as you realize
No one really needs you at all
I should kill myself
I’m a massive drag on everybody else
I should kill myself
The world will replace me with someone better
I should kill myself
Cause I can’t progress and I’ll never impress anyone
I should kill myself
You probably wouldn’t notice that I’m gone
And I hope that my funeral is beautiful
And everything is black, just like in the movies
With the pictures (bitches?) from my past
And I hope that you show up
Even if nobody else does
I’m really gonna need you
To be there
One last time
I should kill myself
I’m a massive drag on everybody else
I should kill myself
You probably wouldn’t notice that I’m gone
I should kill myself
I’m a massive drag on everybody else
I should kill myself
The world will replace me with someone better
I should kill myself
Cause I can’t progress and I’ll never impress anyone
I should kill myself
You probably wouldn’t notice that I’m gone
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6. |
NHL 2002
03:57
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It’s never easy to say goodbye
Two-thousand relics from my life go
Out the window
And you know
How much those memories mean to me
Middle-aged mother stuck in ‘89
I’ve got a brother who is chasing time, slows
Way off tempo
Two-thousands ghost
Haunting every person I could be
Internalize what people say
I spend my whole life wasting away
Enjoying leisure seems like such a crime
Cause playing games you’ll never earn a dime, so
They you’ll reach gold
Learn to write code
My only move - wheel snipe celly
I can’t get nostalgia off my mind
Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, no
Time to act grown
Keep my lawn mowed
I’m trying harder can’t you see
Internalize what people say
I spend my whole life wasting away
(All that matters is what comes after)
(All that matters is what comes after)
(All that matters is what comes after)
(All that matters is...)
(Sleeping around, sleeping around, sleeping around, I’ve been sleeping around)
(All I do is mope, all I do is mope)
I don’t know how I can feed myself I’m broken
Broken off from people
Why do I feel so evil
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