1. |
Approving the Merger
04:33
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i cut my nails too short
now it hurts me to touch you
forgot to lock my door
now you sleep where i do
and lately i'm a cardboard cutout of myself
can't stand without your help
maybe if i learn to utilize
all my crutches at the same time
i'd finally be able to live off of the ground
maybe if i learn to memorize
where the happier parts of me hide
i'd finally be able to chain, chain them down
nothing ever makes sense
and i'm beginning to believe
that's because we're always trying
to make sense of everything
so maybe we should relax
and trust what's happening
cause even if you know the forecast
you still have to scrape your windows
if we kept our shadows in a box
and bolstered up the weaker spots
i'm sure the sun would show itself
far more often than it does now
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2. |
Mall Goths
02:38
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i am not a good person
there is no such thing
i am the black curtain
suggesting that you sleep
until you're tired again
until you're tame and weak
until your wires within
show themselves to me
i fed the darkest of devils a life that he claimed he could eat
and he left a comically large pile of leftovers right at my feet
so i knelt down and i scooped them up
cause it hurts me to waste anything
and i shoved them into my guts
and digested the devil in me
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3. |
Errorplane
04:40
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my fingers will itch
cause I know I've left lights on
behind beings I've missed
above the floors they're bleeding on
and the grubs that will make a fine feast of my face
i welcome them presently
something outta use this body more organically than I do
now I know what you'll say
there's no way that you want to die as much as you claim
i say that's shooting straight tex
do me a favor and aim for my brain
now i'm gunna stay
just like this in this state
because the words come out easier
when i got someone like myself i can hate
now i'm gunna make a great big mess and wait
for someone outside of my immediate family
to tell me it looks great
and i know what you'll say
i just hope that i've left you the space that you need
to say it yourself
cause it sounds so much better
coming from your mouth
than it does from my head
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4. |
Fax of Life
01:35
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These are the snorting sounds of the whitetail deer. October, November, and December is the mating season of the whitetail deer, also known as the rut. If you're quiet and listen closely, you may hear the sound of fighting bucks rattling their antlers in the distance. Or hear the chattering of a squirrel as it gathers nuts for the season. The howls of a coyote in the dead of winter may send chills up your spine, as night prevails.
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5. |
Git Off My Property
05:25
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can you council with the snakes in the garden
on your belly beggin' till you've been pardoned
should you separate the art from the artist
can you try without trying your hardest
really hate to be the bearer of bad news
so i'll keep you in the dark till i have to
write on the fence i built for you
so everyone knows just who you belong to
i am never that sad but i do hate myself
mediocrity kills, but i'm used to it now
i'm alright if it's alright that i've become homogenized
i'm a simulation of the accident that took our lives away
the way out isn't easy
but it's simple
brace yourself and drop your crutches
no more waiting for the signal
and you will never feel love
and you will never feel
should you separate the artist
can you try without trying your hardest
can you sacrifice and thanks for the harvest
can you harm yourself and still say you're harmless
you don't know what's more scary the door open or closed
you're the wildest sweet orange when you're taking off your clothes
so bite my lip, a hole straight through
beat me up and steal my shoes
grab a friend and stage a coup
grab a stage and lose your cool
scribbled on your paper with the marker of the beast
so batter up, yeah swing away
cause he deserves some broken knees now, don't you think
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6. |
Amateurica
04:23
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swallow it, follow it with something sugary
with something mostly false
can i admit, i mean
is it safe here to admit
that none of this
is really doing it for me
And now i can't imagine the conditions under which
i allow myself to feel more than halfway content
i prefer sirens to silence
i prefer violence to kindess
please nevermind this mindlessness
i'm just making my mind mine again
sprinting up the sidewalk there's no reason but i start to sing
i will be an awful father
i will not deserve my daughter
someone else can make her happy
someone other than me
someone who can sell her drugs
and show her how to sleep
someone who while doing dishes for no reason will sing
i will be an awful father i may even just leave
nobody can understand
so everyone should understand each other
at least in theory one would think
nobody's greater than
except myself and myself's friends
we're all we really need to know there's no such thing as me.
there's no such thing as me
there's no good until you start to look
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7. |
Country Boy Rich
06:35
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the past several months
i don't notice my body
without wishing you'd trade me
i've let this one get so skinny
but I'm confident i could take better care
if your hands were mine and i could see into your eyes
when i'm drunk fucking with me in the mirror
you'd get plenty of sleep and i'd feed you so well
your shoes would fit right and my hair wouldn't smell
like carbon monoxide the way it does now,
and fasten your seatbelt, i wanna keep you around
but that's not easy to say about myself
emotion i've learned is for the weak
well that must leave love just for the weekend
never feeling like i am where I'm supposed to be
closeness makes me realize just how far i am from me
i'd feel better if i were alone
you can't have a positive impact
without having a negative one
i can't drown myself in a birdbath
but i can smash my head against it until the evil thoughts are gone.
Well i'm confident i could take better care
if it directly affected the people i love
But it does and i don't so i'd rather just go
where the vastness can reclaim my soul
i just want to be a part of the whole
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