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Confession Time
01:51
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NOW REAL TRUE CONFESSIONS TIME
TO MAKE APPEARENT ALL THINGS
IM PRETTY SURE
THAT ALL THE NAGGING PROBLEMS
THAT I IMAGINE MYSELF FACING IN LIFE
ARE DEEP SEATED
EMOTIONAL OVER REACTIONS
IM DEATHLY AFRAID
OF NOT BEING LOVED OR ACCEPTED OR LIKED
FROM THIS VERY SIMPLE INSECURITY STEMS
A PLETHORA OF COMPLEXES
THE NEED TO STICK OUT
THE NEED TO MAKE ART
THAT EVERYONE LOVES
AND APPRECIATES
JEALOUSY OF THOSE WHO HAVE ALL THE LOVE
AND ATTENTION I WANT
AND SUCCESS
FEAR OF WOMEN CHEATING ON ME
OR LEAVING ME
FEAR OF PEOPLE IN GENERAL
IT ALL STEMS FROM THAT ORIGINAL
FEAR
MY FEAR OF BEING UNLOVED TENDS TO DOMINATE
MY LIFE
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2. |
Poppy Pods
02:01
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I went to Michael's looking for Poppy Pods
Asked by the aisle where they stock model cars
Model trains, and trash for toy trains
Those I don't care much for
Well those model robots, they import from Japan
They've always intrigued me
Well I might just want em
It was expensive
I haven't bought one since
But the boxes are pretty
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3. |
Banana
02:33
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Me and Jimmy heading down to the seashore
Try to start a conversation but really he's a bore
You look so silly wearing leather on the sand
I'd rather jump in then try to hold his hand
Your smile
The sun goes down we're breaking bottles on our heads
Staring at the fire and wishing we were dead
Your smile
It's got me
Gonna have a heart attack
It's like surviving a shark attack
Everybody's having a heart attack
I thought we were just friends
I thought you were just friends
This is where friendship ends
Kids grow up so fast
The sun goes down
I knew who I lust
Oh your smile, your smile
ba banana
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4. |
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I disappointed my parents by becoming a drug addict
I keep them awake at night, wondering if i'm alright
I should probably stop before I due
But I can't stop
I can't stop because I like getting high
Getting high
Getting high
Getting high
Cause I like getting high
I stole my grandmother's medications
It fucked me up
She had to order a new prescription
Of course I did not admit I did it
I simply cannot stand to look myself in the mirror
Cause i'm a drug addict
I smoke pot and shoot up
And walk alone on the streets at night
Because I like getting high
Because I like getting high
Because I like getting high
Because I like getting high
I disappointed my parents
By becoming a drug addict
Cause I like getting high
Cause I like getting high
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I wanna know where the pretty girls go
I wanna know where the pretty girls go
Please won't you tell me
I want to find them
Maybe they will think I am hot and want to have sex with me
And even if not...
I could use the conversation
Oh won't you tell me
Cause I have to know
Where all the pretty girls go
Maybe Denmark...
Maybe Sweden or Brazil
I heard that Japanese women are cute also
Cause I owe it to myself to seek them out
Cause I deserve the best that life has to offer
Maybe they will think I am hot and want to have sex with me
And even if not...
I could use the conversation
Oh won't you tell me
Cause I have to know
Where all the pretty girls go
Show me where they go
I wanna know where the pretty girls go
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6. |
Afraid of Sleep
04:08
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I'm just an idea
Living in a notebook
Not afraid to grow up
Afraid i'll tell you too much
Cause in this cruel world
The more you know is poison
I'm afraid to go to sleep
Afraid of what I might dream
Gunpowder in your hair
And ashes on your lips
And everything you touch just up and turns to dust
I want to exist with you
I just wanna exist with you
Born to look good and born to look real
Never born to wonder and never born to feel
And we walk around at night
Arms in every sight
Its so dark you can't tell the street from the sky
I feel about your
Forty forty passion
The message that they're sending
Says your world is ending
So I'll erase myself
So let us wanna meet up
I'm not afraid to die
Our love is not to live by
This is the information age
Getting everything you need faster than you turn the page
But we can never touch anything we know so
Why bother growing up human
This is the information age
Getting everything you want faster than you turn the page
But we can never touch anything we know so
Why bother growing up human
This is the information age
This is the information age
This is the information age
Why bother growing up human
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I'm not recycling my paper bags anymore
On the day you left me I gave up my morals
Is there a reason to save the world
I've forgotten so i've let it all go to pot
Let the world rot
Let the world rot
I'm not recycling my paper bags anymore
Anymore, anymore, anymore
Anymore, anymore
I'm not recycling my paper bags anymore
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8. |
Pen
02:41
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Thank you for handing me this pen
So that I could write a song
Bout the way in which you handed me this pen
As if I were nothing
And as I asked your faith was cold
And your eyes would not meet mine
Until you flashed that vapid
Openly contentious smile
At least I got what I wanted
Handed me this pen
Thanks You
Handed me this pen
Thank You
Handed me this pen
Thank you
Handed me this pen
Is that all there is to the situation
I wonder if you were trying to communicate something else
If that's the case
Learn to use your words
And expose yourself
For the fraud that you are
Thank you
For handing me this pen
Thank you
For handing me this pen
For handing me this pen
For handing me this pen
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9. |
Book of Love
02:58
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I wrote the book of love
And in its pages
A deep dark secret
For everything I learned
Is contained
In this slim volume
I try to walk away
But always return
To something that I knew was wrong
And you always keep me burning
I wrote the book of love
Every author
Who came before me
Was rendered obsolete
By the facts and the drawings
Included completely
In your blue eyes
I see a ship sailing away
There's no event to replace
That chance meeting we made
By the lake
With the geese squawking
And your respect for me
And I respected you
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Some people are just humorless bastards
You try and tell them a joke
Or a witty anecdote
But they stare at me like i'm an alien
When in fact I am a person
These people make up what is considered the status quo
If its not on TV
They don't understand
They live to work
And drink and dance
And make payments on cars
That they'll never believe will crash
Some people are just humorless bastards
Some people are just humorless bastards
There's a blank cold silence behind their eyes
The inability to conceive of a notion
Greater than themselves
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My life is an emotional rollercoaster
My life is an emotional rollercoaster
And I want off
One minute i'm the prince of my kingdom
And the other, their all out to lynch me
Some stability in my life
Would be good
My life is an emotional rollercoaster
My life is an emotional rollercoaster
And I want off
But i'm addicted
To misery and chaos
At least I write really good music
And sleep with the most beautiful woman
But even her love and companionship can't relieve me of this because
My life is an emotional rollercoaster
My life is an emotional rollercoaster
And I want off
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12. |
Out on the Street
02:41
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I'm trying new things
I'm stepping outside the box
I'm a cool guy, i'm a cool guy
I just want the world to meet me
And shake my hand
Out on the street there's someone to meet
Out on the street there's someone to meet
I'm building up my heavy resume
Of contacts, associations and the like
I will not be divided by my single track
I keep on that track
Out on the street there's people to meet yeah
Out on the street there's somewhere to be
Out on the street there's people to meet me
So out on the street's where i'm gonna be yeah
I can't wait
Celebrate
Freedom and passion and emotion that's building up inside of me
Sticking to one line
Is gonna get you oh so fine
Filling up inside
The buildings look so tall
Out on the street there's somewhere to be yeah
Out on the street there's people to meet you
Out on the street
Out on the street
Out on the street
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13. |
What Does It Mean?
03:02
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As i'm talking to you
You stare at me blankly
What does it mean?
As i'm talking to you
You stare at me blankly
What does it mean?
Does she want me to go
Well i'm here
And i'm not leaving
So it's up to you now
To walk away
To walk away
Ask me a question
Tell me a story
How was your day?
Ask me a question
Tell me a story
How was your day?
Mine was pretty good
I met a man
In his late eighties
Who was convinced
He was ready for death
He was ready for death
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14. |
Strung Out In Safeway
04:38
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15. |
The Cable Box = Fucked
05:00
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1. Had! The manifestation of Nuit.
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3. Every man and every woman is a star.
4. Every number is infinite; there is no difference.
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