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No Evil
02:47
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Find your next savior at the mini-mall
Dressed in black, dressed in vintage tracksuit
We’re all winging it, if you couldn’t tell
Cuz we’re all pulling for you, and your blood cells
Cry cry we’ll never die
You look so good in that necktie
Just don’t forget that we’re the good guys
Be on your best behavior, find your wherewithal
Dress in black, dress to kill
Cry cry we’ll never die
You look so good in that necktie
Just don’t forget that we’re the good guys
Take another look through my mind’s eye
And take another last long look at the blue skies
Skin and bones with headphones
Skin and bones, don’t leave me to
Cry cry we’ll never die
Cry cry we’ll never die
Cry cry say your goodbyes
You look so good standing outside
Silhouette against the night sky
Darkening my thoughts with knee highs
Just sit back and watch the time fly
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2. |
Sunday Best
03:26
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I’m wearing my Sunday best. My Sunday best is sweatpants
I’m stuck in a timewarp still trying to learn that Kid N Play dance
Get me out of here, baby, get me out of this nightmare
I don’t think I can take the shame of being found dead in this timeshare
Maybe I just need more hair product
Maybe I just need more hair
Cause it’s a big day at the sandpaper factory
And sometimes you just need to leave the room angrily
Maybe I just need more hair product
Maybe I just need some air
I hate to bother you, but can you drive me home?
I don’t know where my head’s at.
And I think it’s the spell that you cast on me
I’ll lay down right here next to your black cat
I’m unreasonably attracted to your neck
You’re the perfect reason to blow my paycheck
Maybe I just need more hair product
Maybe I’m just a little too square
I hate to bother you, but can you drive me home?
I don’t know where my head’s at.
And I think it’s the spell that you cast on me
I’ll lay down right here next to your black cat
Got an itch, gotta rub it till it bleeds
You’re the situation I’m looking for
The wish come true for all my needs
The witch of my dreams
I’m unreasonably attracted to your neck
You’re the perfect reason to blow my paycheck
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3. |
Filled With Bees
04:30
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It's not what you say, it's what they hear
So put your heart into my ears
Or maybe pen and paper
May be sincere
They say we’re living in a simulation
They say a lot of things
I can’t imagine anything worse than
simulated broken heartstrings
I hear you and I’m driving faster
But maybe that’s the wrong answer
We’re dying of exposure
I think I’ll just pull over
No one ever really knows what they’re doing
Just look away, you’re a shoe-in
Let’s make it official
You can share my initials
Think hard. Think clearly
We can make them pay dearly
You can dream of what might have been
You can dream of never ever seeing them again
Just help me, I’m filled with bees
And blood and
future of heart disease
just help me, and hold me please
I can hear your heart beating through the noise
I can say I’m not like the other boys
This phone is a time machine
It’s time to come clean
I hear you but I’m driving too slow
I hear you and you’ve got to know
You’ve got me stuck on this quest
I’ve got not lives left
Got me singing “Is She Really Going Out With Him?”
Is it me or are the lights going dim?
She hold me down. She help me breathe
Cut out my mem-or-ies
You can dream of what might have been
You can dream of never ever seeing them again
Think hard, think clearly.
We can make them pay.
I was blue when I got over you
Now I’m a miserable bastard
Ain't that a lovely crapshoot
We’re only here cuz we have ta
It’s slowly killing me
It’s only love
Think fast. And think straight
I don’t ever want to see you frustrated
By the things that I say
I don’t think that I can spend another day
Just help me, I’m filled with fear
You’ve seen my heart and it’s crystal clear
Just hold me till I disappear
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4. |
A New Bedroom to Haunt
03:24
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I know a guy who chews on his fingertips
I’ve spent my last years on apocalypse
I spend all my money on chicken strips
I finish all my thoughts with an ellipse
You’re going through my things, you won’t find what you want
Cause I’m pulling the strings, better find a new bedroom to haunt
Gravity is a poor substitute for love
Dwelling on things I don’t like to think of
Might give you a hug, might give you a shove
Might give you a glimpse of the world above
You’re going through my things, you won’t find what you want
When that alarm clock sings better find a new bedroom to haunt
The Jesus I love bleeds my ears with feedback
I’m trying to live exciting, but I’m living with heart attack
I think I want to be slightly more dangerous, light the wick on the jumping jack
I think I want to be slightly more dangerous, paint my fingernails black black black black
I don’t mean to brag, but I’m a red flag
Let’s talk about the elephant in the room
This apartment has a no pet policy
I wanna circle back to your plans to exhume
Your dead boyfriend, I mean honestly
You’re going through my things you won’t find what you want
This was just a fling, better find a new bedroom to haunt
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5. |
Heaven Sent
03:31
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Walk right up to you without being seen
Stepping into your world from the in between
Maybe we can crime spree, baby let’s get caught
Maybe we can dance away, baby that would be hot hot hot hot
Sleep well my little vampire, my love for you will never tire
Push it up one notch on the amplifier, let’s make some noise
Is it enough to watch the sky with you for days?
We can harmonize with the house flies, and fade away
Beautiful mistakes are heaven sent
Do you ever wonder where your time went
I hope the words you said were well meant
I hope those words were for me
Don’t stop dancing, there might be a bomb
I heard some vague threats over the intercom
Sleep well my little vampire, my love for you will never tire
Push it up one notch on the amplifier, let’s make some noise
Beautiful mistakes are heaven sent
Do you ever wonder where your time went
I hope the words you said were well meant
I hope those words were for me
Baby you’re so bright I can’t see when you’re standing right in front of me
I’m filled with fear, you’re filled with stars
I know you think you’re not that pretty, but we’re gonna take this city
Gonna take this town and make it ours
Beautiful mistakes are heaven sent
Do you ever wonder where your time went
I hope the words you said were well meant
I hope those words were for me
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6. |
Buttons
04:15
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Nobody’s talking ‘bout stopping at crosswalks
Nobody’s talking ‘bout you
Nobody’s talking ‘bout all the fucking quilters
With their time machines thinking they can pass through
Nobody wanting to dance, dance,
Every bar on the street is doing trivia
Nobody wanting to dance, dance
Not even Cynthia. Yeah, not even Cynthia
Pushing my buttons
All of us have sweatshop kicks and handheld miracle
All of us have really bad poetry thinking that it’s really lyrical
Everybody want to get in your pants, your pants, even your pants, Ted
I tell ya, all these fucking quilters with their time machines taking over everybody’s homesteads
Pushing my buttons
I’ve got mixed feelings about my feeling
I’ve got a full charge on my minivan
I’m glad that you settled for me. I hope it’s all that you hoped it would be.
Now let’s go watch some tv.
Don’t get your knickers in a twist, i can’t be sure you exist
Remind me what I missed, baby that’s the plot twist
Words I can’t resist, you’re putting me on black list
I didn’t get the gist, I think that we should just kiss
Pushing my buttons
Nobody’s talking ‘bout stopping at crosswalks
Nobody’s talking ‘bout you
Nobody’s talking ‘bout all these fucking quilters
With their time machines
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7. |
All These Bodies
04:01
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If you fill me up with concrete I might stay
If you fill me up with conversation I might ashtray
If you let me go, you can haunt me
But don’t let me go, you’re the only one who wants me, baby
Robby, don’t look now, but your skin is boiling
Let’s get you out of the sun, I think it’s killing
So let’s take (hitch) a ride back to the moon
The sun is coming up now too soon, woooooo
But let’s not, bloodshot
Make a scene in the parking lot
Why am I bleeding? I forgot
If this gets you hot, you’re an astronaut
All these bodies coming too close
Don’t think I can take another dose, no no
You’re my muse, you’re a ghost
Spend too much time in almost
All these bodies coming too close
All these bodies coming too close
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8. |
Car Crash Voicemail
03:38
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Don’t feel obligated to call me back
I was just feeling a little lonely, baby
I don’t think everything happens for a reason
So no, thanks, you don’t have to pray for me
I was okay driving with my eyes closed down the highway
Then that song came on and my memories went out of phase
Please delete my car crash voicemail
You knew that I was a loose cannon
You knew that I could fall apart at any moment
I don’t blame you for stepping away
What would my psychotherapist say?
I was okay driving with my eyes closed down the highway
Then that song came on and my memories went out of phase
Please delete my car crash voicemail
I’d just like to get back to the good times
Like when we found that perfect white for your window trim
It’s not easy to wave goodbye
Cause I’m waving with my phantom limb
I was okay driving with my eyes closed down the highway
Then that song came on and my memories went out of phase
Please delete my car crash voicemail
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9. |
Saturday Is My Boyfriend
03:57
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We can make the party if we go right now
You’re all misfits, every one of you
And you should watch your mouth, singing that voodoo
I think Saturday is my boyfriend, maybe Sunday morning coffee
I think this career is a dead end, coffee Sunday morning, maybe?
I’m a chump for believing in something
But I believe in whatever this is
Hearts thump, leading to hope spring
Leading to darkened kisses
Hit the target with your arrow, Cupid
Pierce right into my heart
I’m tired of waiting, don’t be so stupid
Tear this loneliness apart
What if I never get up? What if we never get down?
What I never get used to this? My heart’s a ghost town.
We’re eternally in rainy season, eternally at the pub
You don’t believe in rhyme or reason, welcome to the club
I’m a chump for believing in something
But I believe in destiny
Hearts thump, see-through thin skin
I believe you breathlessly
Hit the target with your arrow, Cupid
Pierce right into my heart
I’m tired of waiting, don’t be so stupid
Tear this loneliness apart
You make me remember a past I never had, and it’s not half bad
I’ve got your face in twenty three pages of my sketchpad
I can see your doubt, it’s right there written in your eyebrow
But we can see this through, you can show me how
we can make the party if we go right now
Hit the target with your arrow, Cupid
Pierce right into my heart
I’m tired of waiting, don’t be so stupid
Tear this loneliness apart
Hit the target with your arrow, Cupid
Pierce right into my heart
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10. |
It's All Beautiful
04:32
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This is getting messy, this is getting more than I can handle
A little bit heavy, yeah
I’m lookin’ inward, but it’s not lookin’ good
I never signed up for this likelihood
Finding out things about myself that should have stayed hidden
but they didn’t
finding out I may have broken one or two rules
but their rules are unwritten, well fuck that
if you don’t like it, I’m gonna lose my shit
better find an editor for your obit – uary
you’re in a damned if you do, damned if you don’t situation
you’d already be on your ass, but for my procrastina -- tion
tripping over that velvet rope on my way out
but I’m looking dope, and that’s all that counts
Things that matter: none of this shit
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