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Park Sand
00:36
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2. |
Girls, Do They
01:41
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With nobody laughing
And nobody clapping
I can't even see my hands
I thought It was trapdoors
a gooey-esque threesome
coming of age is shit
Shredding the mirror
and sleeping in terror
I'm locked in a parade pit
With thousands in night gowns
a terminal shut down
I wanna grow up to quit
the pines pricks with sapplings
that nobodys planting
And continue to grow
with nobody laughing
and nobody clapping
I can't even see my hands
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3. |
Brain Gaps
02:57
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Bristled ice and
leaf Twins discovered
winding traps to haunt opposite covers
and its lush then pale
soon it bursts and swells
until my brain gaps assemble all my somethings into nothing
Soaking in my underwear while darkened figures stream the air
soaking in my underwear while darkened figures stream the air
remains unsolved
just procedure
disconnect the valves until I have a seizure
and my aura cries
and it screams and whines
until my brain gaps assemble all my something into nothing
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4. |
Colors
01:55
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they see through the page
with a box full of names
and tear you away
from the bed that you lay
and they know
they view all my dreams
on a platform screen
with my friends and my foes
and burn all my clothes
and they know
Oh you should know, you make the colors, that I drink from
and I lose myself, in wrinkled clouds, of april days
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5. |
January, A New Life
01:12
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6. |
Dustin Hoffman
02:53
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I can't take another Monday
It's ringing in my head
Now I am home for summer
so I lay in bed
and I dream about the windows
and the places where they led
silk streams inside my conscience
validate my breath
laid my bed out nice
smelled her husbands clothes
Suggested places to go
And If I lay my head down right
are you telling me
I could die tonight.
Mint lies of smoothie tulips
penetrate the dead
as rich men bathe in sweaters
and discover crystal meth
far away theres something better
but the season floated west
All the drinks upon the tables
recreate the way she left
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7. |
Hopscotch
01:04
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where did my lover
I know
I don't want to know
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8. |
Octopamine
03:13
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The urge to tinge my bones
the feeling numbed inside
plauged shocks of hormones
with gender roles aside
but you dont know me now
I think id rather die
you dont seem to mind
the feeling numbed inside
A dirty skin tan a blemish in a swollen eye
we were kids in the sand now were all some other guy
A dirty skin tan
every time I sleep
a man without a face
that will never go away
scrambled up locations
is where we always meet
where everyone you love
decides its time to flee
surrounded in the lushest ring
of all her feelings clothes and things
voices sing so out of key
soft and warm and stinging deep
never worry ill soon be warm
never worry ill soon be home
falling in and out of love
I cant contain it, so it stops
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9. |
Traders Village
02:03
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10. |
Bedroom Eyes
02:12
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When I dived into the glasshouse
sunset bathed my skin
and faceless lovers gentle outlines
sang a song with gifts
gazing through his chest in terror
flushed a gorgeous scent
they danced away the summer night
and never spoke again
I will lie awake and dream about nostalgic days, all I have is underneath the covers
I will lie alone and ignore the telephone, all I have is a radio disaster
bedroom eyes were sank with love
and rolled around like kids
but salt washed wounds into waves
and crept away again
rumoured strangers filled my head
that I just can't forget
will it ever feel the same
that it did again?
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