1. |
Insignificant Intro
02:33
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2. |
No. 17
04:06
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I’ve been so weak the whole time limping
Punching out the graded blah-leeding
I wasn’t any good for you then
Down the egg-crated dolls I went
Whispering to the brim of my hand
All your words - I stuck to the plan
Letting in the subletters
Part-time caretakers
Low running the appliances
No time to take any chances
Playthings chipped and dinged
Bruised up and discarded
I got what I needed from them
Custodians, cleaning-ladies
Made the bed and laid in it
Dishwashers, launderers
Work in the ceiling, feather the attic
Playthings chipped and dinged
Bruised up and discarded
I got what I needed from them
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3. |
Toxicology Report
05:44
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This highway is guttered with soft bodies
The ground outside my car is soft and snow-soaked
I keep subtracting area codes and measuring deviations in my pulse
Wishing we could be dissolved and blurry for one more night
Speeding through a snowstorm, approaching the end of the dial
Preparing to skid and throw down the brakes
We might become immortal for the second time tonight
Sing me a song called “love will break your back”
The words are simple and blank faces never cost a thing.
I secretly hoped that things would fall through
With buckled knees and swollen ankles,
I secretly hoped that I could fall through
I could shrug off another heartbreak,
I could sleep through another defeat
Wish these words still had stingers
The snow was up to here -
Same time last year
The sun keeps erupting cracks in the clouds
Pilled together and stacked spreading horizontal
Birds swoop in formation and then scatter.
I keep swearing that it’s nothing,
But in the end these things really do matter.
In a world where black was exchanged for white,
I heard the sound and I’m lying flat on my back now
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4. |
The Realm of Strangers
04:08
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Calling out to the morning scree
Get up, get out, get up, get out
I don’t recognize this scene
Get up, get out, get up, get out
I was checked in to this room
Fleeing from what I can only assume
Get up, get out, get up, get out
Get up, get out, get up, get out
Personal effects I don’t recognize
From a business of a different line
My fingers getting skinnier
Can no longer hold a thing
Wallet, attaché, wallet, attaché
Wallet, attaché, wallet, attaché
Living in the realm of strangers
Punching into the mattress
The long lost smell of tobacco
Spearmint in the ashes
I was checked in to this room
Fleeing from what I can only assume
The day only getting stranger
Alarms incorrectly selling danger
Living in the realm of strangers
Punching into the mattress
The long lost smell of tobacco
Spearmint in the ashes
Can no longer smell a thing
Nothing really happened when I was a kid
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5. |
I'll Get Your Back
04:57
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I’ve admired a man
with a body,
a body like braided beef jerky
and veins ,
veins visible as filigree
I’ve admired this man
so many times
I can’t see the difference
Any discrepancy
is lost on me
I admired a man,
a television man
The wainscoted ankles,
checkered abdomen
I admired this man
crown to soles
He would not admire me back
He would not admire my back
sections deep of planched nerves
deeper still to the tousled dendrites,
all a nest of palsy
the spots all damned by naltrexone
sugar disruptions and
bitter black holes
the spots all damned by naltrexone
sugar disruptions and
bitter black holes
When I removed my shirt
to reflect the sun
and focus all this love
He would not admire me back
He would not admire my back
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6. |
Monarch
04:08
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Teach me
To attend to you
Like the monarch
In milkweed
Please
confer that code
And select me
For that role
Teach me
To open you up
Like the monarch
In milkweed
Please
Select me
To be your star pupil
Reinforce me
Like the monarch
In milkweed
Please
Confer that code
And select me
For that role
Please
Confer that code
Select me
To do your dispersing
Fill my mouth up
With your white tufts
Fill my mouth up
With your white tufts
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7. |
Penance
03:24
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Weeping peonies
From a post-apocalyptic flower shop
Is all I’m bringing home
To a family
That does not rise up to meet me
That does not rise up
To meet me
With armfuls of refuse
Broken bits of plastic
Could I weave them all together
And build my casket
Staying down on two skinned knees
What’s there to replace the dopamine
To replace
To replace
To replace
The dopamine
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8. |
I've Come Home Lost
04:32
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I smell like the street and am not believed
I floss every night and my gums still bleed
I’ve come home lost and am not received
It’s not the right time in my life
The seams are bleeding
Seemingly bleeding out-out
The beauty of seeing some
Seeing some things collapsing out
Dumping out Tupperware in a parking lot
I saved up my pennies and it’s not a lot
There’s no good news left in this world
Can you feel the moment disintegrating?
The seams are bleeding
Seemingly bleeding out
The beauty of seeing some
Seeing some things collapsing
Can you feel the moment disintegrating?
You hold onto it with desperation
Try to take the empty keg
And all your friends to bed
The seams are bleeding
Seemingly bleeding out
The beauty of seeing some
Seeing some things collapsing
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9. |
Annihilation
05:15
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Bodies falling through
Targets in the water
Pin points for pink pricks
I was annihilated
On impact
Shockwaves sent through
Systems over used
Strings severed by strong winds
I was annihilated
On impact
Into the pressure cooker -
didn’t handle it all too well
Just stayed uncompressed
In the daily malaise
The unrelenting heart swell
She handled me
All too well
I was her dog in those early 20s
I still wanted to be her dog
In my cold, cold 20s
My cold, cold 20s
Let her drag me around
Like some fresh new kill
Loud speakers overhead
Relayed storm warnings
Flopping down drunk in a dead dog pile
We got annihilated
By a 12 pack
I wanted to leave her on
But she stopped me
Time after time
She stopped me
Time after time
I was her dog in those early 20s
I still wanted to be her dog
In my cold, cold 20s
My cold, cold 20s
Cold, cold 20s
Let her drag me around
Like some fresh new kill
Let her drag me around.
Like some fresh new kill
Annihilated, annihilated
We got annihilated
Crumpled dead
At the foot of her bed
We got annihilated
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10. |
Insignificance
02:50
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I couldn’t make it up to you
I couldn’t take it out on you
I couldn’t do this
And I couldn’t do that
Insignificance
Insignificance
Is where I’m at
There were two paths in the wood -
One bad and one good
So I sat down in the mud
And I dug, I dug, and I dug
Insignificant
Insignificant
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