1. |
||||
2. |
Nearly Drowning
02:13
|
|
||
|
I saw you yesterday
I saw you in an Escalade
Saw through your masquerade
Now you do not have shit to say
Every time that you toured the town with anybody who never would've fooled around --
-- I saw you there
I'm nearly drowning (x 3)
On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I'm riding
I slipped into your shade
I sipped upon your lemonade
'Til you let some renegade
Perpetuate
A cruel charade
Just a little less shit where mouth should be
Nobody better slash my masterpiece
I'm nearly drowning (x6)
On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I'm riding
|
||||
3. |
Shaelynn, You Didn't
03:36
|
|||
|
Plague on all my days
You're cold headed
You don't stay when you oughta
Leave when you oughta go
Shaelynn
Shaelynn
Shaelynn
And a brand upon the brain is all I get for my good time
Shake little city, c'mon
Sew up all your plans
Off with your clothes
Off with your shame
Don't be ashamed of your city
C'mon be a part of your scene
Shaelynn
Shaelynn
I gave you all of my money
I gave you all of my time
Ain't seen no return on my investment
Ain't seen one thin dime
Have I wasted my time?
|
||||
4. |
Supposed To Be
01:52
|
|||
5. |
Astral Semester
03:02
|
|||
|
That short, slight shouldered bureaucrat
Settled in for a short, slight winter's nap
I sat upon his cushiony lap
I prayed for sanctuary
STOP
Your natural selection safe and sound
GO
Your astral semester touch no ground
Danced soft shoe through said paradise
Thirty gun salute and a commemorative knife
All husbands ignored beautiful wives
In favor of each other
Fanny pick up your phone now X4
STOP
Your astral semester touch no ground
GO
Your natural selection safe and sound
Seen love come in all ebb all flow
Mob around you glued to cellular phones
No service, no tower, doomed to roam
Into that bush of spirits
Fanny pick up your phone now X4
Oh, it's slowpoke suicide
Some call it progression
Handshakes recede into their sleeves
Eyeballs and stitches come unwound
STOP
|
||||
6. |
Bermuda Ghost
03:33
|
|||
|
oh lord keep on movin
someday i'll be in a graveyard
oh lord keep on pushin
someday i'll give up this trust fund
my little neverending ghost
projected from its mortal host
it traveled miles in blinks of eyes
ignored its many mortal cries
never gonna keep it at bay, no
and hovered lowly round your head
and joined that sheet that lines the bed
rose and fell with every breath
kissed away an early death
never gonna keep it at bay
screw your eyes and the good sunshine
gonna pry your lids and crawl inside
so they're gonna get rid of social security
gonna pack my bags, shuffle my feet
lay my bones by bermuda grass
damn green grass, grow so strong
lay my bones by bermuda grass
don't grow too short, don't grow too long
someday i will be free of my woes
gonna spread my wings
my little oscillating fan
shakes hips as often as it can
ascended from the hand of man
and granted its reward to roam
it followed silver cords on home
called me on its telephone
screw your eyes, this is it
never gonna keep it at bay X2
say for national safety i'll get a microchip in my hand
gonna pack my shit and head for the hills
lay my bones by bermuda grass
damn green grass, grow so strong
lay my bones by bermuda grass
don't grow too short, don't grow too long
someday, i will be free of my woes
gonna pack my bags
there's a place i know of
over the mountain
across the river, by the bermuda grass
and if i make it to that year
where i can't see and i can't hear
whoa lord, keep on movin
|
||||
7. |
Foundation
02:11
|
|||
|
baby went and found a new way to get off
said that she was cut from a different cloth
baby didn't need to rely on quick lime
she let it decompose in regular time
if you can afford me, then you can have me
you shake my very foundations
i'll come round
next week for my things while you're at work
make it easier on us both
besides i'd like a word alone
with the dog that we both raised
let her know it's not her fault
if you can afford me, then you can have me
you shake my very foundations
|
||||
8. |
Donorcycle
02:47
|
|||
9. |
Greasefire
02:31
|
|||
|
greasefire, can't put it out, can't put it out, can't put it out
car bomb
nieces and nephews, nieces and nephews
soy bomb
nieces and nephews, nieces and nephews
backpack bomb
nieces and nephews, nieces and nephews
don't talk, don't sleep, hide all sheep
a thousand voices chanting, at different amplitudes
o' miles of telephone lines
so many messages misconstrued
tanks in the deserts movin, towards a swift conclusion
don't mind the rude intrusion, can't outrun the infinite stroke
of luck that tucks one away
in cold corners of this place
black bears and stray signals run around your lines of latitude
(quick lime is frozen to the bone/blindfolded left out in the cold/decades of history on the phone/dialed up and fucked up on Patron)
i've been livin in a strep throat bubble
people under bridges that are comin unwound
i've been givin my left foot trouble
dancin on the rubble to the new old sound
i've been keepin my cash in hand
i got a hitch in my getalong, i getalong fine
i've been keepin my canyons grand
french fries go bad after fifteen minutes
greasefire, can't put it out, can't put it out, can't put it out
|
||||
10. |
Heatstroke
03:12
|
|||
|
summer started with a heatstroke
self-inflicted all my wounds
jack knifing from the low dives
freckles cannonball from our arms
whatever makes your toes pop
whatever makes your watch stop
whatever makes your hale-bopp
whatever keeps your temperature down
come inside me like a heatstroke
rolling naked in the merciless rays of the sun
blindfolds on the horses
peeling ribbons from our backs
the yard makes the about-face
the handcuff, the briefcase
the lifeguards were outraged
we were guilty by the red of our hides
on the highway
on the webpage
burning karma
burning carbs
whatever makes your toes pop
whatever makes your watch stop
whatever makes your hale-bopp
whatever keeps your temperature down.
|
||||
11. |
Latebloomer
05:05
|
|||
|
I'm lucky
Always quit before they terminate
Or promote me
I keep it stricken from the resume'
"Stay," she whispers
But I'm wed to the world
and to form
and to change
I come home - the furniture's all rearranged
Got a late jones
Got a watch set to Indian time
Wear flip flops in the snow
Oh these shit midwinter blues
They gum up my fate lines
They darken my stars, deface my birth signs
If there's something I can't afford
I cash my checks into conflict
I leave nothing behind
Get my transcendental jollies
Get my body where it's warmer
Come July
I'll turn 31 again
So long, beautiful service honey
You'd've hated it anyway
Close calls, late bloomin
I'll get there when I can
So long, I left the water running
Set a course for the bar stool isles
So long, defeats the purpose either way
Dispatched from the backseat dregs of life
Dead singing que sera sera sera
"We're gonna to tend to your bones"
They're leaving you lots n lots n lots
Of old places to go
Dead cheering you on hurrah hurrah
Foam fingers all decomposed
Pom-poms raised in tableau vivant
Your hair will always grow
So long, but keep your schedule open
I'm a shoe in
Close calls, late bloomin
I'll get there when I can
we'll get there when we can
|
||||
12. |
Pre-Ripped (anglomuffin)
02:09
|
|||
If you like ozdavidson, you may also like:
Touched by the Stuff
by Motorists
Toronto rivals San Francisco as the North American capital of jangle pop as evidenced by this new record of sunny jams from the Motorists.
go to album
Blissfully narcotic dream-pop inspired by real dreams.
go to album
Brijean are back! Uptempo space disco grooves dusted with soul and R&B on the duo’s latest masterpiece.
go to album
Guitars sparkle like distant constellations on the latest from Scythe, who delivers dazzling space rock on their latest LP.
go to album
Io tu il loro
by Klaus Johann Grobe
Pivoting from German to English, disco to soft rock, the groovy Swiss duo branch out on their first album in six years.
go to album
Orchid Underneath
by Jane Paknia
featured on Bandcamp Radio Mar 26, 2024
go to album
Eccentric pop that connects the dots between progressive ambient and warped video game soundtracks can only be called truly psychedelic.
go to album
