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they have a plan. no point in waiting for us to be saved.
they just want the land so they can laugh and cavort on our graves
wearing guilded crowns of victory, then relax with their paid sick leave.
from where we stand, there's not a chance we come out unscathed.
they fixed it long ago and we give them our reckoning day
on a cushion of crushed velvet with our selfish ways and recklessness.
they developed a vaccine for the revolution.
there's no point in fighting, no hope for restitution.
we just gave eachother back wounds while they spit right in our faces
now the other shoe is dropping and theres no time to replace it.
god, please save us.
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my gps was trippin
02:01
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i don't wanna die. i don't wanna be exploited.
i don't want my life to be contrived or pointless
and i don't want my compass to dissolve or be distorted.
i just want a chance to grasp that fleeting peace.
so i'm gonna strive and i'm gonna find my own way.
if i'm feeling tried then i'm gonna try another day.
and though it may get muddy, on that path is where i'll stay
and keep my face turned towards the golden sun.
crawled out of the whole where you left me
and let down a weight which was hefty.
woke up to a day where i felt unafraid
and nothing could stand in my way
and suddenly things were okay.
i'm alive and unchained.
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little jake
02:50
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found a note i wish i would have not.
took myself out to a restaraunt.
filled up with grease and salt and alcohol
thinking back to when i had it all.
on an escalator feeling trapped.
even children won't make eye contact.
seeking the joy i tried to leave behind.
love is a battlefield but so is my mind.
i built a structure here to shield me from the snow
but how was i to know the very walls providing safety and support
would cause my emotions to short?
driving slow through my old neighborhood.
i used to have it sort of not so good.
past the house i used to pray for peace.
all of a sudden came a great release.
took little jacob by the weak and trembling hand,
brought him to the car and said "it's time for another chance.
from this moment on, you will never be alone."
then i cranked up the engine, hit the highway and we headed home.
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boomer
03:02
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another day above ground for as long as time concedes.
spryness is fading but i don't like the way your face falls when you look down on me.
it's a chapter in an old and storied life.
move kinda slow sometimes but i'm never gonna willingly hand over my self respect.
there's a heart fortified from the pain beating in my chest.
long day but it's the only one i got.
sooner than later i'll get crushed by the air and the dust will settle on my plot.
until then, i will remain curious.
i've made it this far with my tongue and my wits and my drive and my ignorance.
you can scoff, you can cringe, but i'm finally free and innocent.
as the poison fills the air, i'm gonna lay myself bare.
someone might take my chair so i'm gonna be there
to unfold the flag and wave it.
i'm nothing if i'm not patient.
not one more second to spare.
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died in the window
03:11
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lay the work down. busted back end.
need to recharge. gotta spend til i'm spent.
need to cut loose at the days end
just to get by and stay acclimated.
where'd the time go? i only just clocked out.
guess its time to give my body up again,
handle business and shut mouth
but i can see through the window all the dregs of the system
and it kind makes my blood boil cuz they're more free than i am.
seemed like a good man. probably in his early 40's.
worked like a dog to raise 6 kids.
motherfucker died rolling silverware.
pupils went to the sky and then he fell back.
busted his head on table B5.
paramedics came and did the best they could, but motherfucker wouldn't revive.
that must have been a lot of silverware.
that must have been a really shit day.
some people just can't take it.
working brunch is a bitch they say.
that's how it ever was. theres no use in complaining.
you just gotta hand it over. you just gotta let them take it.
fuck it, i'm a real one. i will no longer abide that.
i am gonna shake the chains off. i am gonna take my life back.
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this is an against me! cover. look up the lyrics if you want to know. i dont wanna type anymore. :(
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