1. |
Mike & Scotty
04:24
|
|||
|
If you looked just right
The road looked like a fucked up face
From there it's nowhere
He lost his mother in a foreign place
He didn't pay you
But he still loved you
He loved you so much, but how could he not?
You caught him as he fell asleep
The northern youth are laughing
At America the beautiful
Does the story of the white man
Need to be told?
His father was his brother
But his brother was his lover
And he could only save
What he could find
There was no place he could call his home
Not the one he saw in his waking dreams
Not the one he tried to find on the streets
Not the one he found between your teeth
Cause you were nowhere to be found
Oh, he loved that man so much
He loved him with all he had
But he never
He left America
But America never left him
It's somewhere deep inside him
And he can't get away
I hope you're okay
I hope now you're happy
And I hope you found someone
To catch you as you fall asleep
|
||||
2. |
||||
|
My girlfriend, the pornstar
She works every night
She goes to school every day
Reads me the poems that she writes
My girlfriend, the pornstar
Makes money having sex
There's no one else I'd rather have
Slipping next to me in bed
Some people ask how I brought myself to fall in love with a whore
If you don't think that we're all whores, don't talk to me
Don't talk to her
Think about it:
Every day we go out in the world
And subscribe to the idea that we want, we want more
But my girlfriend, she's honest
And she does what she likes
To get by, to survive
If she's a whore, so am I
And everyday I learn something new from my girlfriend, the pornstar
Perspectives I didn't have before
You love a slut
(Shut up)
My girlfriend, the pornstar
I love her so much
And when our daughter asks what she does
I'll tell her the truth: "Mama does what she loves"
And they won't ever take away my lady
Convince me that she's just some Sexy Sadie
And everyday I learn something new from my girlfriend, the pornstar
Perspectives I didn't have before
|
||||
3. |
I Don't Understand...
03:04
|
|||
|
Woke up on the moon this morning, I don't know how I got here
Then I tasted the words on my tongue and it confirmed my worst fear
So I floated back to Earth but I knew I couldn't stay
Because I would crumble to dust if I saw your face
But as I was leaving, you grabbed my arm and you pulled down, yeah, you pulled me down, and said,
"What's done is done. What's done is done."
And I couldn't believe you were looking at me, that you were touching me, that you could stand to be around me
How you forgave me, I'll never understand
I hate myself, I hate myself
I can't forgive myself how you forgave myself
So I flew to Tokyo, I searched Amsterdam
To find others like you that would help me understand how
I can be such a creep but at the end of the day you still seek me out to make sure I'm okay. Am I okay?
This isn't love, I'm not that crazy
But it helps remind me that I'm 19 and it's okay to be this way, make mistakes and remind myself that
I won't be in your life
I jettisoned into space
But as I'm floating here
I have time to contemplate
Where did you come from?
Is it someplace that's out here?
Somewhere that I can find
So I can understand how you forgave me
|
||||
4. |
...Anything
01:33
|
|||
|
[Instrumental]
|
||||
5. |
Billy Jay Michaels
04:21
|
|||
|
Billy Jay Michaels you were such a cute kid
Suckin' on your thumb
And you had that gap-tooth smile
Hangin' on your mother's skirt
Clingin' on your daddy's word
A good girl then, but not so much now
All the boys in town
Lookin' at you now
Kicking themselves cause they're not worth your time
Hangin' by the laundromat
Lookin' for a dollar
Just so you could grab a dime
Billy Jay, you used to be so nice
But then you went ahead and you sacrificed
Everything that used to make you smile
All so you could get high for a while
Billy Jay Michaels doesn't look her parents in the eye
When Billy Jay Michaels talks you can bet she's telling some kind of lie
Billy Jay Michaels got caught up with the wrong crowd
And now she won't come home
Swingin' on the swing set, playing with the family dog
But that couldn't last forever, could it?
No
But still you couldn't help but feel
There was more for this girl
Than smoking dope with her crusty-ass friends
But despite everything
There's no one in the world
You'll care for more than Billy Jay
|
||||
6. |
I'm Sixteen
04:30
|
|||
|
I'm sixteen
And I don't know how much longer I'll be
Able to live waiting for
The backlash
The only passion I have is hatred for
Is people feeling the feelings I'm afraid to feel
The only thing I am grateful for
Is a verbal advantage I'm looking to steal
I'm sick in the head
But I don't know it yet
I'm afraid of my closest friends
But I won't tell them yet
Can you see through me boys?
I'm just your hallucination
If I stopped worrying about being embarrassed
If I used that time to talk to my parents
If I ever stopped guessing what people were thinking
If I ever learned that the author was dying
160 pounds and I was feeling better
150 pounds and I was running faster
140 pounds and I was nothing at all
Just anxiety screaming, "Is this all that you're worth?"
I want love so bad
But I'm not ready for the punishment
I was confused why
I couldn't relate to girls
It's because I thought was too smart
Which is super fucked up
Is there anything worse, is there anything worse
Than a sixteen year old boy with an ego it's the worst
He thinks he's so great, he thinks he's so good
But at the same time he thinks everyone including himself should burn
I don't love myself
|
||||
7. |
||||
|
[Instrumental]
|
||||
8. |
I'm Twenty
02:10
|
|||
|
Now I'm twenty years old
It was my birthday the day before
My teenage years are now done
I hope I was having enough fun
I'll never be nineteen again
But I think that's okay
Yes, I think it's gonna turn out fine
I'll have to forgo some fantasies
But I think that's alright
Yes, I think it's gonna turn out fine
|
||||
9. |
Lame Enough
03:23
|
|||
|
You've been using me day after day
And the worst part is I think I like it
What happened?
What the hell happened?
There was a fire at one point
And then you went and you doused it
You must've had a thought
What the hell was that thought?
Like a moth to the flame
I was attracted and then incinerated
If you ever heard this song
Would you sing along?
Or just cross your legs
And look away?
Do you ever feel bad about it?
Because I'm lame enough
To want to try again
Well, maybe you hated me the whole time
And I just couldn't take a hint
Did my mask slip
Because yours never did
My heart was broken a 1000 times
From all the days that you lied
But something else was breaking
The whole time, something else was breaking
|
||||
10. |
||||
|
Sad boys killed the bad boys
Now our music's on the radio
I'm a liar, hellfire
I'm gonna sink my teeth right into you
Come a little closer and you'll see
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
My anxiety so soulful
So hard to please
Listen to my music
Or I'll have to cry right in front of you
It's lo-fi, it's DIY
Your taste could learn from mine
Don't you want to cuddle up to me?
Don't you want to feel my disease?
Channel that pain that never goes away
Push it out in a passive-aggressive way
Go and turn that shame into identity
It can all be about me, just wait and see
I've never struggled, so what am I so goddamn sad about?
Do not feed us
Do not touch us
Do not love us
We're dangerous
But there's hope in the sound
Of my ego crashing down
And there's hope by the fact
That after today I won't be around
|
||||
11. |
||||
|
On these hot summer nights
I'm up until midnight
Thinking about you
Just imagining you
When it's dark and I'm lonely
And I'm imagining you beside me
We're not even talking
We're not even touching
It'd be enough to see the way the wind brushes your hair
The way you smile when you know I love you but you don't care
Cause you know I'm not the best you can do
Who are you thinking of tonight?
Who's enjoying your love?
|
||||
12. |
Love Song 1
03:04
|
|||
|
Hey girl, I'm digging your style
You mind if we dance for a while?
Hold me in your arms
Make me your lucky charm
The lights make it hard to see
But I'd always feel it when you're looking at me
My god! You're so fucking fun
For now and forever you're the only one
Let's get rid of this sexual tension, in fact
Let's get rid of the thought of sex and
Find a way to become best friends, then
I'll kiss you on your sweet fucking face and then we'll keep dancing
Your body, swaying, flexing, so fine
What does it take to make you mine?
I'm still unsure if you're real or a lie
What a beautiful time to be alive
(Get her number, she's a superstar)
Drunk walking through the streets
I'm not gonna rhyme "streets" with "sheets"
Because you would kick my ass
And, besides, right now you think I'm better than that
You're the girl of my dreams, baby
When we wake up will you still wanna see me?
I can't stand this sexual tension, in fact
I can't get my mind off of sex, but
I still wanna be your best friend, but
I wanna kiss your sweet fucking face, so here we go!
Yes! Oh, Yes! We're making out
If my mouth weren't glued to yours I'd scream and shout
I'm too involved in this moment to hope it never ends
Hopeless romantic, thy name is Ted
(Get her number, she's a superstar)
|
||||
13. |
||||
|
(Instrumental)
|
||||
14. |
||||
|
They say she doesn't notice
But know she fucking do
I said the wrong thing
You don't fucking like me
Across the room, eyes twitch, heart erupts
What did that tall boy say that I did not?
I said the wrong thing
You don't fucking like me
|
||||
15. |
College Girls (Reprise)
00:35
|
|||
|
Ooo, college girls
You could never change my mind
I shrink, I slip away
But you're there so it's alright
Ooo, college girls
I'm 110 degrees
If this fever doesn't kill me
Could you please do the deed
|
||||
16. |
||||
|
Zelda plays me like a fiddle sometimes
Spins me around like she's flipping a dime
Sometimes people get the wrong idea
About my lovely lady dear
A glass of wine here, a glass of wine there
One more glass and she's out of her chair
Despite what they say, I don't mind the noise
Life without her is monotone
I only know your name
Please don't go insane
Zelda
You may never know
What you meant to me
How I loved you so dearly
Dance now
You're safe now
The fire can't
Reach you from here
|
||||
17. |
Kurt Cobain
03:47
|
|||
|
That man died because of his own mind, not ours
Sweet death
Is a theme
In media, it seems
That just won't die
Better the album
That's released post-mortem
Better the talent
Stemming from torment
Fuck the lore
You need to get better
Fuck the lore
You need to get better
I know guys
Just like Kurt
Grungy, smart, and handsome
With that trademark plaid shirt
They've been left behind
Because their mind
Is different, and weird
And hard to define
They didn't like school
They don't like their jobs
They get written off
As worthless slobs
And so they die: I miss you Kurt Cobain
(Kurt Cobain!) I wish you hadn't died
(Kurt Cobain!) You made it cool for us
(Kurt Cobain!) To want to hurt ourselves
(Kurt Cobain!) I know it's not your fault
People think I'm pretty fucking smart
Just because I'm gonna get some college degree
Well I don't know shit
No more than some guy on the street
I'm worried about my friends
But also my idols
Uhhh Will Toledo
and Uhhh Michelle Zauner
Ohhh they are so cool
Ohhh they are so fine
But I can't help but wonder what it'll be like when they die
|
||||
18. |
Song for Friends
01:35
|
|||
|
Why are there no songs about having friends?
I really like it when I'm with my friends
We're a squad, a crew, an identity
Or just one person to go to dinner with me
When I'm with my friends I like myself
I really miss my friends when I'm by myself
All my life I've had the greatest friends I could have
I don't know where I'd be without them
These are some pretty good people
These are some pretty good people I found
These are some pretty good people I found to be around
|
||||
19. |
If You Want, Call
05:49
|
|||
|
I don't how you're feeling
You could say the same about me
You're a thousand miles away and I don't know a thing about you
Do you see those texts that I write?
About if you've found fun to have fun at night
I know that's important if you're not gonna be sad in a new place
I would understand how you're feeling
If only you had the time to tell me
But if I gotta learn on Facebook, I just won't care
When I come around
Will you be in town?
I miss you sometimes, I miss you
But it's not as hard as I'd like to admit
To picture my life without you in it
What do you think we took for granted?
Was it the summer nights we spent together?
Or the winter days we went out sledding?
As much as I'd like to submit to a depression that reminds me of you
I can't close my eyes anymore
I gotta move on
God's not a witness, it's just a pissing contest
Between the heart and the mind to see who can find
The difference between a note and a sound
Or what a home is like when you're not around
When I come around
Will you be in town
I'm sorry for what I said
I'm sorry for what I said
I have regrets
|
||||
20. |
Daylight Savings
03:31
|
|||
|
Who you are
Where you've been
More real now
Than it was then
We've lost time
We've lost light
The sun and stars
Didn't line up right
The space between is killing me
The space between is killing me
Suck out the venom
I'll do what I can while I wait
How are you, I miss you
I guess I'll see you in the spring
The space between is killing me
The space between is killing me
I hope I'll see you when the sun rises
|
||||
Short Shorts Portland, Maine
If you like Short Shorts, you may also like:
The London indie group's debut "mini-album" is filled with self-described oddball pop tracks.
go to album
Live In... New York City
by Tex Crick
Australian artist Tex Crick takes a low-key, 70s singer-songwriter approach to his latest collection of songs.
go to album
Reflections Vol. 1 (Bumble Bee Crown King)
by WOODS
This surprise album from the New York alternative band is an archival collection of previously unreleased recordings.
go to album
Market, from Melbourne, fuse soul and chillwave on a wonderfully woozy song with rubbery guitars & breathy harmonies.
go to album
Making a Door Less Open
by Car Seat Headrest
Will Toledo steers Car Seat Headrest in an experimental new direction, all rudimental hip-hop beats, funky synths, and plaintive violins.
go to album
Talking Secret - Single
by MILLY
Dreamy, hallucinogenic shoegaze and slowcore on this single from L.A.’s Milly, with syrupy guitars and woozy vocals.
go to album
These four songs from Melbourne-based Market are low-lit and soothing, soft vocals swaddled in tender guitar lines.
go to album
