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How callused have I become?
Are these my emotions or
Are they memories of things I used to feel?
I wish I had been born as the
Flowers placed at your grave sight.
I wish I had been born as the
Grass beneath your feet.
I wish I had been born as
Someone who could have helped you more.
I Wish I had been Born as
The Rain that Forms Rivers
That Carve out Canyons.
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2. |
Victimized by Tennis
03:00
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I never liked tennis,
It gave my mother bad knees.
It brought my father to his end,
I never understood.
There is no such thing
As a dignified final resting place.
There is only what’s convenient
There is only what is easiest.
He took his shoes off,
He laid down in the backseat.
There was no show about it,
He went out easy.
There is no such thing
As a dignified final resting place.
Parking lots or tennis courts,
You’re dying and it’s all the same.
(Sick guitar solo)
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3. |
Seven Years
03:43
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Last night I
Dreamt all my teeth
Were falling out.
It’s been seven years and
I’m still waiting on a phone call
Telling me your home.
It’s been seven years and
I’m still writing as if
You will hear these songs.
I’ve lit the candles and
I’ve turned the lights down low.
Won’t you speak to me?
Oh, please speak to me.
Won’t you speak to me?
Should I fear what comes next?
A simple yes, or no.
Should I be afraid?
Should I fear what comes next?
A simple yes, or no.
Should I be afraid?
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4. |
Let's Go Extinct
02:48
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Hey,
Let’s go extinct.
Let’s all just leave.
Let’s all just leave.
Hey,
Let’s go extinct.
Let’s stop breathing.
Our hearts stop beating.
I think this is all that there is.
And everyone thinks this is the end.
So what if they’re right?
I’ve had a good time.
We’ve done enough.
Let’s just give up.
(Another SICK guitar solo)
Hey,
Let’s go extinct.
Birds keep singing.
Our phones quit ringing.
Hey,
Let’s go extinct.
Hand in hand.
The end of man.
I think this is all that there is.
And everyone thinks this is the end.
So what if they’re right?
I’ve had a good time.
We’ve done enough.
Let’s just give up.
(Yet another super sick guitar solo)
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5. |
Intermission (For You)
01:52
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Every sound I make,
I make for you.
I keep eating and
I keep breathing for you.
Every sound I make,
I make for you.
I keep eating and
I keep breathing for you.
I keep better track of
The good days with you.
I write down the
Smallest details for you.
Every sound I make
I make for you.
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He was pouring ajax on
Smaller creatures.
I could see the smallest details.
I could see the smallest things.
Gates left open and
The moon is glowing.
Your husband's asleep.
You could see the smallest details.
You could see the smallest things.
You always feel like you’re missing something.
How do you ever fall asleep?
Did you check the locks?
Did you check the oven?
How do you ever fall asleep?
He was putting a fence up.
Always building barriers.
I could see the smallest details.
I could see the smallest things.
Now your friends see cracks form in you,
But all you see are cracks in your ceiling.
You could see the smallest details.
You could see the smallest things.
You always feel like you’re missing something.
How do you ever fall asleep?
Did you check the locks?
Did you check the oven?
How do you ever fall asleep?
How do you ever fall asleep?
How do you ever fall asleep?
How do you ever fall asleep?
How will you ever fall asleep?
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7. |
Song About Drowning
01:40
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I can’t stop thinking
About what drowning feels like.
Would it feel familiar?
The dark warmth,
The wet silence.
(Woah buddy that’s one sick solo!)
I’m not saying that I want to know for sure.
I just get curious,
Always so curious.
I hope you remember something pleasant.
I hope it feels like home.
Would it feel familiar?
The dark warmth,
The wet silence.
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I was talking to your brother
In your driveway.
I was watching his nervous hands shake.
My mind went dark.
I wish I had known you better,
But I was out of place.
That’s nothing new, some things never change.
My mind stays dark.
I wish you had stuck around,
But maybe you just knew something I don’t know.
Maybe you knew when
To walk away.
Now I’m gonna force catharsis.
I feel I need to feel.
I feel I want to feel.
It’s not my strongest suit, but it will do.
How callused have I become?
Are these my emotions or
Are they memories of things I used to feel?
I Wish I had been Born as
The Rain that Forms Rivers
That Carve out Canyons.
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9. |
Dead Skin
04:55
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How much of you
Is left inside my mother’s house?
Pieces of dead skin
Hidden under beds and couches.
How much of you goes on living
After you have died?
Air that once moved through your lungs
Now moves through mine.
How much of you
Is left inside your mother’s house?
Have they cleaned out your bedroom yet,
Picked up the final details?
How much of you goes on living
After you have died?
Does your family still breath the air
That you once held?
Does anyone know your last words?
Did you say anything to yourself?
Did the needle feel good for the last time?
Could you think of anything to say?
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