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morning after next
02:56
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I want a sad girl
to kiss to feel alive
to hold the jealous knife
to crush soft dreams tonight
heartbreak's a privilege you'd hate to deny
tell him he's older // old enough
not quite the soldier though
fake but he's so sure
he knew you before he knew you
for he's only wearing soft sheep skin
and in his gaze a wolf's blue grin
below, and you wrote the ripped out pages again and again
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the great northern
02:11
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the great north has me by my boots
pacing in my wooden room
looking out the windows at the clouds
and all the birds flew away yesterday
in the darkened afternoon
they left the branches bare
and a cold thinness in the air
the great north has me by my teeth
to pay the debt of twelve forgotten weeks
and to think you'd seen it in a drawer
hid away, the hours fade
there's shadows on the window shade again
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cricket trap
03:24
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she looked at me like all the pretty lights
like awful things weren't always my type
all the loveless moments she'd prepared
that summer was a figure eight
caught up on the crest of a wave
the son of sam would reap away the days, hey
for every doubt she'd told me I would break
for hours crumbled into days
the shades of light of revolved always
and you can turn it in your hand
so spare me senseless hours on a box spring bed
left bare while the thought of it defeats me
care / don't care I'm not here / not there
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people want surprises they expect
a lot of lazy folks
won't crick their neck
to see what's next
just ask you to undress
you're only naked
its not fatal
not the reaper
at the cradle
caught confessing
cold and vulnerable
alone without a vice
come and greet me with a knife
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peter cottonmouth,
there's a way out of this trap you've been living in
there's a way out of the trash, kid
in every cooked place made straight
you're still tongue tied to your mistakes
lied through your teeth ten times home
so face it friend, you're better off alone
so stop doing drugs and start getting fat
you know its time you let yourself go
in ten years I hope to be a child
wide eyed at the bright world
frightened of tall strangers without manners
I forgot to mention
I am overwhelmed always
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immaterialism
01:57
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broken bottles & crushed red cans
blue boxes ripped open with eager plans
the days we hardly noticed till they'd gone away
take me away
and you could see it from the garden
oh did you drink any water?
parched the paisley's colors all half dried away
take me away on holiday
we can hide if the wind howls,
we'll pass for strangers in noisy crowds
we'll lie and change our names
not for nothing
no love lost
the faces changed, somewhat
after all the drugs we bought have left our heads
the money's gone
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