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WIDE OPEN
02:26
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till and go.
wide open, wide.
i don’t know why.
wide open,
wide home.
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2. |
APPLE PREST ARMS
02:16
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navel gazing always seemed so straight
there are several ways to keep your eyes on the stadium
apple prest arms indicative of a host who lengthens
showing me, “i learned taxonomy
the natural order of all things
like a dance they practiced years
before we lived.”
i hope i can forgive myself for this life i live of indecision
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3. |
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i havent come since kentucky
i aint never really been no good at leaving
so i by the time i reach the other end of the eagle
ill know its time to ship out soon
to somewhere north or west, unvested in anywhere but here
so go on, good leaver, evade the shame and evacuate
the places i am from
no one should be surprised
least of all i
who could love a real absentee like me?
i feel like rotten indolent decay like sugar on my teeth
and i was speeding across the beltine to another offering
now im lost and keeping quiet to circumvent my fate
holy host, a reckoning, erase
go on, good leaver, move over anything
good luck & god damn
what meant so much there at the time now passe lines
and we all will wait for you to arrive
doldrums, doldrums
rose gold, you were rose gold
i remember how you felt and i remember what i saw when i opened up the door
i couldnt believe
who could love an animal like me?
im out here lost in disbelief at night
and i find myself believing
it’s been two years since i tasted you
and i went home in defeat
when i finally showed my teeth
i didn’t really mean to,
i didn’t really need to,
i didn’t really mean to believe.
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4. |
SAD SONGS
05:33
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it isnt okay to write sad songs
it isnt no use to write sad songs
i get brainfreeze, i just play along
it feels so wrong to write sad songs
i only call out when i write sad songs
every time i get wronged gotta be in a song
now these wrongings stick around for far too long
i am not fair when i write sad songs
i am not fair when i write sad songs
im never prepared to write sad songs
but i get brainfreeze and just play along
hit the bong and write a sad song again
aw distant mist now, when everything was porcelain
sex was new saturnalia was inside your room
unpracticed seeping, fiddling with guilt in the concrete seat now
kneebent and giving
up & at em gotta grab a bag of trans fat
one lb for one lb
let the matter take a wild far out & last ride for now
until the next sundown
i stare down mostly stepping too loud
“sorry, cant you hear youre too loud??”
still too loud, i spent the rent on a muzzle to be tuned down
spent the rest on bubble shoes now, balloon shoes now
****?????****?????like that
“you must move like a film score
your hair mats like a monet & i can see you from far away
youre still too loud”
it isnt okay to write sad songs
it does not help to write sad songs
im not speaking for you, im just speaking for me
but it feels so wrong to write sad songs
it isnt okay to write sad songs
it does no good to write sad songs
i just get brain freeze and i play along
say it feels so wrong to write a sad song again!!!!
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5. |
FLUME SUMMIT
01:20
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