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Bear
03:43
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can you find me there
covered in night
but still sucking air
oh cynical you
you're wearing my underwear
who? I'm in for one big scare
who? I'm in for two big scares
In the TV's light you're a big black bear
and now all silhouettes are gone and I just wouldn't dare
and I miss you more than says my longing stare
and I will not be at peace wearing my own underwear
I'm flooding the room
in my longing stare
I'm losing this look of maturity
in the muggy air
I'm newly un-understanding
bitterly pounding the earth
I'm freshly hateful
no want for rebirth
and I'm mean
I miss who I used to be
I'm mean
I'm mean
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As I approach the threshold
My mouth brims with fangs in rejection
From my throat comes a hiss
All tanness leaves my complexion
I’m stalking through the night
I’m swimming in the moonlight
Coffin bound and hungry
Barking mad and lonely
Sorry about your sleep
But it was you who woke the dead
I can’t help but see you as weak
But you looked so big in my head
Through the night
I’m swimming in my appetite
Barking mad and lonely
There’s you in the window
Hugging and loving against the fridge
And my fiery will is quelled
These pointy things pull back and die
My coffin is dark with cobwebs
And so is my lover’s appetite
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3. |
Convulsions
05:30
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I saw her again
In a dream last night
It was about my
Car breaking down
I saw her in a dream last
Night
I ran into her in a gas station
There
We laughed and talked
For a little while
And she waited with me
For the tow truck
And then we smiled
And waved goodbye
I waved goodbye
Dreams
I’m sick of every stupid fuck
Trying to tell me what they mean
Dreams
Dreams
I’m sick of every stupid fuck
Trying to tell me what they mean
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4. |
The Dog Park Stalker
03:58
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I-
I hope it hurts
Being alone
I hope it kills you
hearing my name
I hope it brings you
hope it brings you shame
But I don't know very much about anything
If I see you
When I see you again
I hope you're hurtin
I never claimed
to be a good person
I never claimed
to not be sadistic
But I don't know very much about anything
about anything
about anything
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My yearning has reached its peak
(My hunger is at its end)
And although I want to kiss your cheek
These bony things want your head
I’m pulling at these teeth
I’m filing them on concrete
I’m pulling at these teeth
And I’m filing them on concrete
I’m pulling at these teeth
I’m filing them on concrete
(I fly, a bat, to your door)
I fly, a bat, to your door
I fly, a bat, to your door
(I shirk the day
You, scoffing at these fangs)
I fly, a bat, to your door
There’s you in the window
Hugging and loving against the fridge
And my fiery will is quelled
These pointy things pull back and die
My coffin is dark with cobwebs
And so is my lover’s appetite
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6. |
Anticonvulsants
03:47
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I'm walking around the park
you're ashamed of who you marries
I'm walking around the park
you're ashamed of who you married
the fridge is full of blood
the fridge is full of blood
Will you find me my lighter?
I'm gonna set myself on fire
and I'll never do a bad thing again
Would you find me my lighter?
I'm gonna set myself on fire
and I'll never do a bad thing again
And in my note I'll write
you had nothing to do with it
And in my note I'll write
you had nothing to do with it
The last thing that I want is you anymore
hurt by this
And in my note I'll write
you had nothing to do with it
The last thing that I want is you anymore
hurt by this
Would you find me my lighter?
I'm gonna set myself on fire
and I'll never do a bad thing again
Would you find me my lighter?
I'm gonna set myself on fire
and I'll never do a bad thing again
Would you find me my lighter?
I'm gonna set myself on fire
and I'll never do a bad thing again
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The
Fangs are back
(Ahhhhh)
My fiery will
Ignites
I’m plotting
And screaming
Through the night
And before each
Neck is split
I’m asking each one this
Mmmmmm
Ahhhhh
Mmmmmm
(Breaks)
Just like your coffee cup does
And I wanna know
(Breaks)
Just like your heart does
And I wanna know
Who’s getting paid
I wanna know
Who’s getting laid
When your coffee cup breaks
The fangs reach
Inside and make
Me take it for myself
But you can’t
Steal love and
There’s nothing that you can do to help
The fangs reach
Inside me and make
Me do whatever they want
But you can never
Get what you want
You can never get what
You want
And before my
Heart goes in two
I ask them what to do
(Stigmata)
Is my name
The one that god gave
(Stigmata)
Is my name
Now I’m
Searching for my grave
Stigmata
Is my name
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8. |
Wash Your Hair
04:28
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I pulled myself out
of this haze
of dog killers
and unrequited blood drinkers
I feel like a person again
I feel like a person again
and I feel like
my death will never come
and I'm terrified
My hum
I'm terrified
My hum
I'm terrified
Oh every word was just
one of the lumps of
stories I tell myself
Yeah, maybe
Yeah, maybe
Yeah, maybe
Yeah, maybe
(When I find life's no thrill ride
When I find life's no thrill ride
When I find life's no thrill ride
When I find life's no thrill ride
When I find life's no thrill ride
When I find life's no thrill ride)
(I spread my surprise far and wide
I spread my surprise far and wide
I spread my surprise far and wide
I spread my surprise far and wide
I spread my surprise far and wide
I spread my surprise far and wide
I spread my surprise far and wide)
Just hurts
It never hurts like it does on the screen
Life's no movie
(No reanimation no revival no rebirth
No reanimation no revival no rebirth
No reanimation no revival no rebirth
No reanimation no revival no rebirth
No reanimation no revival no rebirth
No reanimation no revival no rebirth
No reanimation no revival no rebirth
No reanimation no revival no rebirth
No reanimation no revival no rebirth)
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