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Shiny Eyed Babies
01:19
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I had a shiny eyed baby
who fell out of my womb.
I kissed her hello,
I kissed her goodbye,
and that's how we go from
cradle to grave.
I had a shiny eyed baby
who never spoke one world.
He smiled for happy,
she cried for sad,
and that's how we go from
cradle to grave.
If I had an umbrella,
I'd shield myself from
these God people
telling me that
I'm a big bad sinner.
I know I made a mistake,
would it help if I get on
my knees
and pray?
Will it give me a
clean slate?
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2. |
Way Too Long
04:59
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Oil spill out by the docks.
What color were those feathers before?
Oil up to my ankles, sticking.
Swallowing tar and I am sinking.
Consequences way too much,
my capillaries look like big black gloves.
I've held this secret for way too long.
Rainbows glisten on sand,
they lure me in close until I gag.
Every inch of skin ripples, twitching.
Inhaling toxic gas I'm choking.
Glazed by a layer of slick,
I'm latched to the hull of a dirty ship.
And it's squeezing all the air out of this
goddamn cave I live in.
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Dry
06:07
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I'm dry like a candlewick,
and you suck hot wax leaving
trails in your throat.
Find some matches
and might me up.
I'm still dry.
Can't find a switch to turn me on.
I'm choking at the bottom of my libido.
Curse the first creature who realized
that the stick slides into the hole.
Pole dancing all day long
under the mandate of survival instinct.
Hungry eyes and restless lips,
Choking thighs and senseless hips.
Midnight scares me.
Not the ghost or ghouls,
but the sound of flesh
as it drips and drools.
The monster's waiting
in lace and perfume.
Oh, cut me loose from this
nightmare noose.
The goosebumps crawl up my spine,
how can something so lovely contort my mind?
Go blame it on my chastity, prudence,
but really, it's futile.
I'm the one with no place to hide.
God give me the power to say no.
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4. |
In God We Trust
05:20
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Deep creases hide your face.
Hide the grease and the taste.
Taste of fluid in lace.
Lucid, falling from grace.
No stories come out of your mouth
when your time is out.
Children run out of your house
with no father tongue.
Close your eyes and pretend
ghost stories have an end.
End your bet with your friends,
all good men are long dead.
Center of attention,
waiting to sell
for a piece of paper.
In God we trust.
Waiting for a climax
from the hand that's
crawling up your
Center of attention,
you won't sell your
soul only your body.
They're just fingers,
crawling on your nipples
groping for your
Center of attention.
In God we trust, in God we trust.
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5. |
I'm Still Here
05:08
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When you dream of me, is my hair brown,
is my skin soft, are my veins concealed?
When you think of me, does it sting,
when you think of me?
I still love you in my heart
and slowly as the words come out,
close your eyes and listen dear:
I'm still here
My right side is twisted, numb, dead, distant
You can feel my ribs when you lift me
Though it may seem that I've gone
and what's left is just a shell,
well listen close, and save your tears.
I still love you in my heart
and slowly as the words come out,
close your eyes and listen dear:
I'm still here
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6. |
Dead Horse
05:17
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This dead horse is done being beat.
It won't move no more, won't even lift its feet.
One big city full of dust and sleet.
Wailing sirens lure us to the edge of defeat.
One by one I watch our love unbind.
Countless promises turn into lies.
This dead horse is done being beat.
Lifeless eyes gaze into the deep,
down below, where elephants sleep.
A silent stampede waiting for the exit strategy.
Gotta call a paramedic for our ailing souls
but we get lost fighting on the way to the phone.
Would you remind me why I feel so cold,
wrapped up in a love that's grown so old?
One by one I watch our love unbind
Countless promises turn into lies.
Guilt trips open flood gates,
go on and wring me dry.
I just wanted to be happy.
If I had any sort of patience,
I'd sit here waiting for the dawn,
when you come walking out of silence
out of the fog of my infatuation.
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7. |
Battle Creek
05:42
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I went down to the battle creek,
the things I saw there were amazing.
Bones never looked so real before,
I believed they were there
but now I'm sure.
I'm sure.
I was down by the battle creek,
the sheer numbers were startling.
Death never felt so real before,
always new it was there
but now I'm sure.
I'm sure.
Oh my daughters, oh my sons and lovers,
Did I raise you to harm one another?
Or did you learn it from someone else?
Did you pull it from someone else's hands?
And when you slip into blinking red,
do you blame it on God or on your fellow man?
I returned from the battle creek,
but my heart did not make it back with me.
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8. |
Untitled
02:00
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If you love me please fess up and tell me so I know
I'm not alone curled up on top this icy bathroom floor.
If you need me call my name and help me understand
why all I hear are voices in my head.
They tell me I'm the guilty one.
They tell me I'm the one done wrong.
I'm suffocating in my haven,
locked inside your iron maiden.
Please won't you just raise your voice?
I need to know I'm worth and ounce of pain.
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Sunshine
05:19
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The other night dear, while I was sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms.
When I awoke dear, I was mistaken
and I hung my head and cried.
I'll always love you and make you happy
if you would only say the same,
but if you leave me and love another
you'll regret it all someday.
You once told me you really loved me
and no one could come between,
but now you've left me to love another.
You have shattered all my dreams.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
you make me happy when skies are grey.
You'll never know dear, how much I love you,
please don't take my sunshine away.
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10. |
Democratic Chorale
01:42
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Skin
05:58
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Needle point dancing over pale skin
Tailspin into ecstasy that loves me like I never will
Show me how to navigate harsh relationships,
that poke me, prod me, castigate a mistake I made long ago
When I come home cold and tired I hide in my room
When I come out there's a witch hunt waiting to burn
My tiny little lies pile up sky high
When I tie knots in the facts, cobwebs tear apart
Light shines on who I was in the past,
and how things never last, the curse is cast
Pills swallow me whole, life left in a hole
I wanna go home
A tiny dose relieves this pressure building up
Get inside me. Warm my veins, an unrelenting lullaby.
Nodding off, the world melts in a rainbow,
the glow is blinding. It cripples me into a puddle on the floor.
When I come home cold and tired I hide in my room
When I crawl out there's a witch hunt waiting to burn
My tiny little lies pile up sky high
When I tie knots in the facts, cobwebs tear apart
Light shines on who I was in the past,
and how things never last, the curse is cast
Pills swallow me whole, life left in a hole
I wanna go home
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12. |
Being Human
06:28
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I imagine your dead body lying on my bed
and I note the details why you had to go.
You never liked the thought of being human anyway.
Death is one more option to explore.
Blinds cover the window,
alone in a room,
where moss grows on a temple
too smooth to shoot.
One life full of adventure,
spring flowers in bloom.
Now smile, pick up your pieces,
there's nothing to lose.
But it feels like pain
with no justified gain.
How does one stay sane?
Crushing waves of shame
swirling down the drain.
When you look down on my body,
do you want to come home to me?
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13. |
Toothsmile
07:23
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Oh, here it comes,
and I'll do what I have to
to keep it from here.
Oh, here it comes,
and I'll do what I have to.
Seeping into my nervous system,
chemicals fighting.
Playwrights toying with my basic functions,
ink drops crying.
They never stop,
they come on long-lugged horses
jousting lances in my eyes.
And I will rot,
screaming behind my thick hair
with a toothsmile on my face.
Oh, there you are,
you feel so poison loaded.
Oh, there you are,
you feel so poison loaded.
Barriers crumble from a hive of crime scenes
buzzing inside.
Warriors lost in the seam of ethics,
sputtering demise.
And they won't stop,
they come on long-lugged horses
jousting lances in my eyes.
And I will rot,
screaming behind my thick hair
with a toothsmile on my face.
Darkness curls around my hand,
takes every morsel in command
and pulls me to the quiet land
where consciousness dissolves like sand.
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