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Housemates
00:28
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Bad Medicine
01:19
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Hollow
04:19
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Thin shaking wire man
Waiting on the clarity
Wade through trenches ill-defined
For empty prizes, empty people
Cold kicking screaming man
Coat-tails drag like cement blocks
Count the minutes until relief
And feel the constant blank exchange
Sick and skinny lonely man
Real estate is occupied
Acclimate to present moments
In the wrong and out of the question
Clammy pale sweating man
Transitional places blur the output
Sticking to the celebration
Hollows out the deeper meaning
Superficial lusting man
Look for words to find the meaning
Feeling things to only feel
Is insufficient nourishment
How many steps are involved
Many phases, many standards
The evolving form of new directions hanging crooked on unfinished walls
Vacant houses with back stocked pantries
Keeping keys on quiet shelves
Turn the pages on idle days
The open man falls uninhabited
The floor has its expected cracks,
each step pretending not to trip
Forward motion grows impatient
as valued figures are passing by
Bound and tethered to indecision
Fingers point unspecified
Shallow pleasured wandering man
Elaborate settings, endless faces
Unfulfilling interactions
Are worthless for strong appetite
Hungary worn diminished man
The old landscape is not the same
The house is always far away
When the home is burdened
Hollow
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FCMF Real
01:53
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Pre-requisite:
There is the piece of shit, scum-of-the-earth motherfucker who lives in my building. I heard him throwing around firecrackers all day and complaining that they weren't exploding properly.
Late tonight I walked down to the bodega. I placed a beer on the counter and asked for a pack of American Spirit yellows. The clerk asked, "Why?"
I said, "You tell me."
Half a block up on my way home I saw an old man sporting a cane, ashy dusted beard and coke-bottled glasses take an oblivion seeking gulp off of a pint of vodka and state his hatred for karaoke while standing outside of a karaoke bar. I said, "Cheers brother."
As I approached the arched doorway of my building a firecracker sucked its fuse dry and sparked its gunpowder right in front of me. I flinched but it didn't obstruct my way of path. I installed my beverage and pack of cigarettes on my desk as I heard a man down the hall enter his unit. I armed my recording device and approached the man, or boy I should say.
You firecracker motherfucker.
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Committing
04:18
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Interesting
Self-inflicting
I want your body's taste
More than I want you
Place holder
Cold shoulder
You're worth more
Than you want me to be
I'll go home
I can mundane
A feeling is a feeling
When it's not safe
We are afraid
Spoken for
Committing time
Was a still birth child
Strip down
Give me your show
Nothing is as sacred
As dedication
Run far from
All you're beholden to
Socialize force of habit
As a blank drug
Give it to me
Give me your body
I'll give you mine
And we can keep quiet
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Anvils
06:42
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Anger came out to sleep with me last night
She asked for my attention with tense, constricted muscles
The heiress wanted to be swooned
I gripped her cold hands, my knuckles bleeding and smelled the fermentation on her breath
We danced with wide steps in the hall of rage
An anvil of pain fell between us and broke our stance
I didn't complain
I imploded
Her dress, stitched with phantoms, drew clear on the tile
The tail of her coat got caught in the stale air
My screams shut out the bliss
She moaned hurt in my ears and I knew we had drank enough
She etched, with her nail, in my arm that she wanted to touch me in bondage
But tyranny kept us from pleasure
Hatred was not meant to be pleased
And anger supported her thoughts
I cast her out
I lay on the floor
And I blare the cackling of discontentment
I never needed her
And she never needed me
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