1. |
Boiling Point
02:24
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I'm surprised that I'm so surprised
I love my TV but it's filled with lies
I don't know where to go from here
If I don't get lucky then it's off the pier
Nothing wrong with being a bum
I'm not condescending
You're just dumb
I forgot what my grandpa said
But I know I puked in my empty bed
And I
Oh
I don't care
I don't
I don't want to smile again
'cause I know I'll blink and it'll suddenly end
I must say that it's quite bizarre
That I get no pussy and I play guitar
See fumes of loneliness gushing out me
Never do my best to try and fix it up
'cause I think I drove too far to stop
And I
Oh
I don't care
I don't
Sorry if I disappoint
I'm about to reach my boiling point
Phony smile and a wave goodbye
I don't wanna live
I don't wanna die
That's one fine comfort zone
Would you like to trade?
I can't stand my one
Don't ask me
I don't know
But we might as well
Just give 'em a show
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2. |
Sell Out
03:23
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New paper
I need some new paper
To shut you up and maybe start over
Social network tends to make me ill
Stepford wife just made a porno film
I wish I lived in the 90's
And had the life of my dreams
Should I have stayed in the uterus baby?
Or could my sins be redeemed?
Embarrassment
What an embarrassment
Am I a bitch?
Or is this true regret?
My hymen tore and it felt wrong
There's nothing that I could do
My mama said everyone's a phony child
I think I'm one of them too
'cause I sold out
Yeah
Who sold out?
'cause I sold out
Yeah
Who sold out?
'cause I sold out I sold out
Again
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3. |
Alien
04:25
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Hole in the ground is dragging me down
And I won't resist
The son of god if you're not a fraud
Then save me from this
I don't know why you're making me try
Not that kind of guy
Nothing in common
Killing the common people tonight
It's wrong
Never did belong
All my life honey
Alien baby
Yeah
She's a success as a pessimist
It's our time to shine
Wish that I had a future so I
Could change back my mind
Left is for Satan, sitting and waiting
Something should come
Wind in my face
A sign I embrace
The superstition
It's wrong
Never did belong
All my life honey
Alien baby
Yeah
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4. |
Suleyman
04:37
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They won't allow him to sleep at night
Whispers demand he must use the knife
Skin dark as coal
Gone without a trace
Only wear masks
They have no face
Could he ever go back?
Back to the man that he used to be
All he predicts is uncertainty
Hey
Suleyman's here
Hey
Suleyman's here and he'll make sure you notice
Like it or not
Hey
Suleyman's here
He's never leaving his cave again
Something will follow my helpless friend
How can they laugh?
The father's in dread
Pleading with god to blow out his head
Could he ever go back?
He's going to see his pain through your eyes
Punish them all for their fucking lies
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5. |
Circles
03:15
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Break the glass
There's a gift inside
Running laps
While I am stuck behind
And every day is a day I fight
Yet all my foes
Are slowly proven right
All this pain is for things to come
Just take your time and hope that I'm not wrong
Because we walk in circles every day
It makes me wonder
Why should I even stay here?
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6. |
Suburban Nights
04:16
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Dragging my feet around these boring town lights
Going nowhere
Feels like there are glass walls between me and people
They couldn't hear me for too long
Late at the park getting dark
We are prisoners here
A minuscule part of something small
Never to be seen
Lazin' around
Crashin' down
On my bed for the day
And if we smoke could it chase all the boredom away?
Suburban nights
These small town lights
My lonely fights
Suburban nights
I wished I could wished I could
Be as real as you
It tore me up when I discovered
You were phony too
Nothing to do but gossip about my best friends
Is no one out or has the world just come to an end?
Suburban nights
These small town lights
My lonely fights
Suburban nights
These small town lights
My lonely fights
My sleepless nights
Suburban nights
Everyone's looking at me
Like I'm some sort of fucking leper
Can't wait to get the hell out of here
And be a millionaire or something
Shit.
I hate these people
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7. |
Comfort Zone
02:15
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I can't open my eyes
Give me the rejection or an intervention
There's that look I despise
Get it out of my sight
Never going to be right
Yeah
Get that shit outta my face
The unfortunate times
Leader of a nation rigging the election
The oblivious minds
I don't want to tell them
I don't want to hear them
She said
Take a look at yourself
I don't want to do that
Yes I want to do but
I keep missing my hell
Feeling like an old man
Got to get a new plan
I keep running away
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8. |
Pussy Riot
01:51
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My antihero is a tragic queen
Not like them bitches from the magazines
She's rough and she's soft
She ain't keepin' clean
Would she accept me to the punk rock scene?
No one speaks my language like you do
She fucks who she wants
No one's on her team
Her booze is cheaper than her self esteem
She's crazy
Maybe only she is sane
Her pussy riot's going to make you rage
No one speaks my language like you do
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9. |
Sweet Solitude
03:19
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I can see the sanctuary
Don't call me
When I discover good and bad
I'd rather be alone
Face yourself
You're probably ugly
That's OK
I'll show you where the outside is
The pictures in your head will burst
It's the sweetest solitude
And I woke up in a real bad mood
Though I feel insane
It's the only time I ever use my brain
My friend
I know this moment will soon end
In time I will return again
So I can be alone
I talk to myself
Don't need no one in my bed
I try to organize the mess inside my head
In my head
In my head
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10. |
Stuck
03:09
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I've been waiting for too long my friend
It's the misery I dread
I've been getting all these signs again
Is it just inside my head?
This feels like the same day that we had before
So closed I can't breath
I think I can see them through my telescope
So close I could reach
I've been stuck here for too long my friend
If I only had a lead
But I think that I can see the end
yeah
Am I just imagining?
I've been waiting for too long
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11. |
Buffoon
02:59
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He's flaunting his stuff
We have seen enough
He is praying
Praying to the moon
He's the punch line
He is the buffoon
We are offended
He can't understand
Present sorrows will be over soon
Slips and falls and
He is the buffoon
Reality is blurry and confusing
Good thing all the shiny things amuse him
He is praying
Praying to the moon
He's the punch line
He is the buffoon
Yeah
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12. |
Dysthymia
03:42
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What am I
What am I
What am I to do?
Is my head off in space?
Is there space for you?
I think I should better
Get myself together
Could I even ever
Get myself together
The sheer magnitude sends my spine a chill
Could you ever win with something that's real?
I think I should better
Get myself together
Could I even ever
Get myself together
Yeah
If you'd see it like I do
Well then I know you'd lie here too
Somebody catch me
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13. |
Goodbyes
02:23
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Auf wiedersehen
You were a great friend
You know as well that I can't pretend
Gotta head out and see the big world
So many people from so many homes
I'm not that good at saying goodbyes
Maybe it's 'cause you can see through my lies
Not gonna cry it's the sun in my eyes
I'm not that good at saying goodbyes
Maybe I'll slip and slowly decay
Maybe you'll see me on TV someday
Those are big words but I've got to say
Anything's better than having to stay
I'm not that good at saying goodbyes
Picking a fight so you won't see me cry
I already said it's the sun in my eyes
I'm not that good at saying goodbyes
Send my goodbyes to mom and dad
Yeah
I know they've never been that proud
But I've got to go and find my way
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