1. |
Chip
03:35
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Health scares, distortion,
corridors dissolve
Your words, they lost tone,
high-pitched linger-ons
Ledges crumbling, a body disconnect
An empty hall, a shell, a vessel,
lightspeedās got too loud
Itās all my fault, Iāve let this slip
Iām losing touch and Iām missing out.
Remember
House chore collection
Neilās telling me whatās what.
14 Seconds and Iām not even one.
I know it all, Iāve read the papers,
Things seem pretty straight. Things seem pretty straight.
When the chip on your shoulder is whatās dragging you down
When the harder you try is the thing you wonāt doubt.
Like the seasons and the vines and the things that you do
Iāve been dealt A and K but Iām not coming through.
Iām dragging you down.
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2. |
On Tiptoe
02:44
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We put a bench at the end of the field
So we can meet at the bench and whisper
The things we are afraid to say out loud.
Here is my mouth and there is yours
We feed each other Names and cures
My body ends where your body begins
I held a rock in my hand
You once said you want to store it in your throat
So I put my hand on your mouth,
and put my mouth on your skin.
We walk We walk
I keep repeating as I talk.
You nod politely.
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3. |
Wholesome Prison Blues
06:23
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heard the noise, I saw the powerline.
Someone said āItās powerful stuff!ā
I didnāt get it at first
but now I think Iāve seen enough.
I rode my bike to the outskirts of the town just to find out who I am.
That didnāt work and now I have to ride it back and probably get killed on the way home.
We stopped at every red light
because we both knew that it meant,
that if I sing my songs
exclusively about cars now
I can call myself a man.
The pressure is long gone
but I still fight the urge to dance.
Iāll wait and see
if symmetryās achieved
before Iād call myself a man.
Establish a table
Let one of them ask
āWhat do we need poets for if all they do is establish things?
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4. |
Interlude
01:38
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You flipped my body like a stone
And underneath a withered nettle
And underneath the worms
Youāll find my face still smiling
If I dig deep enough
I can turn the whole earth into a mill stone
To grind me up
But if I stay shallow
let the gravel only partly cover my body
Youāll find my face still smiling
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5. |
Strike A New Chord
03:17
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Strike a new chord
Paint it blue and play it cold
Voice your rage unlike your parents did
Stay inside
Write a letter let them know
Blame them for the life that hasnāt been
If your life lacks nuance
Just make up a new one
Crawl inside some strangers story
Youāve read the end, now donāt feel sorry
I thought Iād never get tired
Of hanging around, of keeping my hands inside my pocket
I only want to do whatās easy
Because it feels so easy, or someone made it look like that
If your life lacks nuance
Just make up a new one
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6. |
Basic Physics
03:20
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The moon is bigger
When I stand on my toes
Am I the only one who understands gravity?
I thought of us in space
If we fall, will you crash into me?
How about tomorrow we start?
I held my breath for the longest time.
So is it foolish to hold on to hopes
To climb the moon with ropes
To climb the moon with a ladder
When weāre there, weāll know better.
I thought of us in clouds
And I licked my lips.
I thought of us in space
if we fall
will you crush into me?
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7. |
Book Club
05:02
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When I walk through the city at night itās often hard to tell
if the piles on the benches are trash or people, it doesnāt matter anyway.
And it doesnāt matter if itās cold or not.
And it doesnāt make a difference if Iām walking alone or not.
Cause I close my jacket like I close my eyes
Trying hard not to remember
whatās keeping me from sleep to night
If what Iām feeling is real, than what you feel isnāt real.
Iām a terrible man
If you had my body you would understand
I wasnāt made for this world
Am I a boy or a girl?
Iām still afraid to die cause I get weird when Iām alone.
And now thereās nothing left to say tonight, but
Two birds, two stones.
Find me pissing in your church
Find me spitting in my hand on the way to the temple
Find me sleeping with my eyes closed
Find me burning down all the houses of god.
If what Iām feeling is real, than what you feel isnāt real.
And now the food is stale
And the future is bleak
I only believe in the power of fun
I never even tasted the meat.
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8. |
Grand Theft Nothing
02:05
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Rob me of all my senses
Still wonder whatās your intention
Look at me like a human
You make me feel so weak.
You took it all away
I donāt feel safe.
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9. |
Dad Socks
02:42
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Lick your lips
keep em wet
like a flight
you find your way
all the words
in your mouth
they blur your speech
keep the tune
claim more space
till thereās nothing left to say
all the love in the world
has burned your face
this is the sound
of my eardrums bursting
Iām deaf to you
still you speak to me.
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10. |
Queen of Dallas
04:21
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I met her in a roadside diner apparently she wore her wednesday-clothes. we talked for about an hour of how work was crazy, and all the people that she knows.
my hands were soft just like her fatherās but she could clearly see the cracks now.
and so she started singing with a straight face:
āIām ready to go, all the stuff that i own, is all packed up in the back of my car.ā
and than she said āi know you hope i never leaveā
and than i said āi hope you never leave.ā
every car crash a ritual
hug me longer than usual
fell asleep at the wheel, still thereās nothing i feel.
the rear view mirror shows us the signs of our distress
fell asleep at the wheel, got lost in the midwest.
drove past chicago, fell off every map.
(I took the car and stirred down those empty highways)
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11. |
This Song Will K.E.A.L.
03:22
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I never thought
that one day Iād know it all by heart
Iād feel at ease
Dull and numb Iād find some peace
Cabin in the woods
Flagstaff logs and leaky roof
Thereās always distraction
Outside lies the only cure
With senses failing
And cracks in my voice
There are lies to keep up with
Bracelets to coil
What makes a patient,
stored in a jar
Iāll let you dig
But you wonāt come too far
As far as I know
Thereās a calm that follows every storm
As far as I know
Thereās always been an easy way out
As far as I know
The truth is worse than my excuse
As far as I know
By now Iāve got too much to lose
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12. |
Hot Mess / Free Coffee
04:29
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Iām a Hot Mess dancing in refrigerator light
and I can blow up in the colors
of your favorite sports team if you like
Iām the finger tip wiping the coffee of your chin
Iāve been doing this dance for hours but you still wonāt let me in
Youāre five mistakes from meeting me
thought youād stop counting eventually
Your redhead friend who laughs so hard
who cracks you up who turns you on
who knows the name to all your colors
who knows the line to every song
I repeat what you say I say it very quietly
(still nothing moves you)
Youāre five mistakes from meeting me
Like Burj Haidar we fell apart
No rabbit foot, no lucky stars
The sky we thought would always cover
when shovels broke in reddish sand
Rocks in line, piece by piece
Forever whisper quietly
Very quietly
(still nothing moves you)
The lighting of the fridge
makes you look so cool
like the cops around the house
sporting on their shirts
the promise of security
that made them look so cool
like the lighting of your fridge
that makes you look real cool.
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Saltamarges Girona, Spain
Record label and collective based in Girona / Barcelona since 2011.
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