1. |
Look Alive!
01:31
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ʘ ͜ʖ ʘ
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2. |
Slow Dancing With Myself
01:33
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Ivy:
I was just like you
Hating myself entirely
When I cared for you
Convinced I was your family
Giving up so much
I only wanted your safety
I wouldn't ever have guessed
You would destroy my privacy
And I grabbed a mirror
Like I'm slow dancing with myself
I saw my own fears and hid them
Under mental shelves
Dora:
The way we fused
Collapsed a part of me
A year of our shit
Still gapes my memory
I hope your better now
Don't hate you, just regret
And I hope you'll remember
All that I make myself forget
And I grabbed a mirror
Like I'm slow dancing with myself
I saw my own fears and hid them
Under mental shelves
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3. |
Play Dead
00:45
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╮(︶︿︶)╭
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4. |
Risus
02:09
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Ivy:
You’re singin' bout hate
Just ex-boyfriend bitterness
You've towered over old friends
With short sightedness
Don't force you place
Because it's not guaranteed
Can you remind me again?
How I should kill my tv
Laughing
Laughter
Laugh
Choke
In that dingy basement
I remember we first met
Let's form another project
I'll learn to regret
You can joke about where I'm at
But I promise I'll show you
Who has the last laugh
Laughing
Laughter
Laugh
Choke
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5. |
Weekend Warrior
01:29
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¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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6. |
Buyer's Market
01:41
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Dora:
Say the same shit, always the same shit, still repeating it, Speaking in slogans
Marketing virtue, who ya yalking to, acting like a fool, sounding Like a focus group
Some shit's more than fuel for clout
I got a lotta shit I wouldn't write a song about
"war bad, I'm white, my ex is a bitch"
Maybe there's some shit that doesn't need another song about it
Sold out principles shoot for fame, brand obsessed y'all sound the same
Too sacred to shrink it down, if music could save us it'd've done it by now
We lost the culture war
Like shelters got outpaced by bombs
I don't believe in music anymore
I just believe in G-d
Make life and death so twee and trite
For another 20 streams on
SPOTIFY
Sold out for a tenth of a cent
It's a buyer's market!
Some shit's more than fuel for clout
I got a lotta shit I wouldn't write a song about
"society, misanthropy, my parents are rich"
Maybe there's some shit that doesn't need another song about it
Get a pat on the back for saying the obvious
Maybe there's some shit that doesn't need another song about it?
It's a buyer's market!
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7. |
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Jesse:
Multiplied in your mind
Never leaves, stuck inside
In my clothes, part of me
Embed my skin with piercing teeth
<%^&&$##^*!@#$>
I wanna fuck like they do on TV
Spineless, mindless just like TV
Sticks it in her like a bed bug
Then they lay down to die when he’s all done
Give the people what they want
Never had the time to stop and think about just what you want
It’s never about what you want
Lay down to die when hes all done
Lay down to die when hes all done
Lay down to die when hes all done
You lay down to die cuz he’s all done
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8. |
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Jesse:
I wasn’t born with shame, but it was taught to me
Rose thorn trophy, socioeconomic disease
In DSM’s own hall of fame
Read the plaque where it say that we’re deranged
Jails and prisons with blood in the concrete
Psychiatric cells, tears dripping from the ceiling
I heard you studied Freud, that’s how you get your kicks
Looking inside other people like we’re some lunatics
Does it make you feel better or worse?
It’s not just in your head
But you still can’t figure out how to tell now who’s your friend
I heard you studied Freud, that’s how you get your kicks
Looking inside other people like we’re some lunatics
Flowers:
Excuse me darling,
but I lack the compassion for assumptions
Remember: I exist and it apart with me
Whether you feel better or not
For I can’t drown, nor can I hide my glee
So watch me frolic, bitch
Even in the darkness
I swear, all this light in me…
It got me feeling like a target…
All this light, got me needing for a harness…
So analyze this:
It means nothing to me.
Bitch.
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9. |
Play Pretend
00:47
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凸༼ຈل͜ຈ༽凸
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10. |
Your Killing Jar
01:41
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dedicated to the memory of SOPHIE.
Dora:
I'm not into fucking gender
Abstraction turns me off
I don't wanna be the image
Inside your killing jar
Put me on a pedestal with nowhere to run
I'll be Elton John afraid of getting blown by the sun
I don't wanna be what you think you see in me
Don't wanna be like anything you ever seen
Won't live the fucked up life you want from me
You don't get to have me!
I'm not living to be consumed
Every day a new self new look new sound
Some days I'm Gina Gershon in "Showgirls",
Some days Gina Gershon in "Bound"!
I don't wanna be what you think you see in me
Don't wanna be like anything you ever seen
Won't live the fucked up life you want from me
You don't get to have me!
You treat people like they're concepts
You don't know shit about me
So just think whatever makes it easiest
For you to forget I'm a human fucking being
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11. |
Resentment
01:34
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Jesse:
He drank away the day and he passed through the night
Nothing that she did could make it seem right
and I’ll carry her pain til the day that I die
Resentment that he caused keeps it alive
One of the kind & that’s for the best
Don’t need to be told just how much you’ll be missed
It’s only pain that the memory brings
I’m tired of thinking, I’m tired of it
Follow in your footsteps or go with the unknown
My face looks like yours & it’s taking it’s toll
Never forget you in spite of your absence
Say I look like you now, guess I’ll never know
Not her job to make it better, you were sick before you met her
Not her job to make it better, you were sick before you met her
One of a kind & that’s for the best
Don’t need to be told just how much you’ll be missed
It’s only pain that the memory brings
I’m tired of thinking I’m tired of it
Won’t follow in your footsteps – I’ll go with the unknown
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12. |
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well, did you?
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13. |
Point Break
00:43
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dedicated to the memory of Patrick Swayze.
Dora:
Substituting fear for love
Your ego's set to self destruct
13th-stepping dry drunk fake
Live for nothing but the big point break
DP with the devil and deep deep blue
Are you dying for a grave at the bottom of the womb?
I know the shame in your dry dry eyes
I know the death in your desperate love
I promise the only self I'll ever kill
is the man I was
I know the void in your macho eyes
I know the death in your desperate love
I promise you the only self I'll ever kill
is the man I was
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14. |
I'll Dance to Anything
01:10
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Jesse:
Standing there with your arms crossed tight
What gave you the fuckin right
Hate to bust your self myth:
No one fuckin gives a shit
All you ever talk about is your band & your equipment
That’s the real reason why you ain’t getting it
I’ll dance to anything except your band
I’ll dance to anything I’m not your fan
Makin it no fun, act like you’re the only ones
Dance around in rockstar jest
What straight guy do you like the best?
Stick together hate outsiders
How long can you keep it up?
And you know you’re all bestfriends cuz you get drunk
I’ll dance to anything except your band
I’ll dance to anything I’m not your fan
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15. |
Give Piss a Chance
02:44
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"I'd like to know: once you're happy what happens? What comes next?"
- C.L.
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16. |
Fuck Yr. Fans
01:15
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Sing along if u know it
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