1. |
ugly animals
04:24
|
|
||
at the edge of our affordable neighborhood
i riding my bike
where the lawns are no longer cut and the woods
grow deep as they like
in the beginning isn’t it good?
with the eyes in the shadows upon me
i’m of ambivalent mind
adoring authorities are horrified
in spite of no bites
in the beginning isn’t it good?
i hate the ending—i hate the middle too
my blessing bothers me even now
my blessings all defy believin’ (now)
you take all the ugly animals far away
so sick at the sight
you lock ‘em up and you leave ‘em banging the cage
no longer a fright!
oh no what do i do? i’m stuck
stuck on the thought of you
oh my sense is meaningless
oh no what do i do? i’m stuck
stuck on the thought of you
all my sense assembles lies
all my sense assembles lies
i won’t run and hide
when you come for me
i won’t even bite
i’ll tranquilly take to my cage
it’s alright now oh
so stop pretendin’ oh
it’s alright now oh
just stop
|
||||
2. |
get well
03:09
|
|
||
am i beloved enough
to offset your shitty tragedy?
am i unlucky enough
to remove you from memory?
ha ha! got some laughter that you ought to take
how could i be? how could even i be?
hold on to your stomach if it starts to ache
how could i be? i’ll get even…
either way i’m ashamed of offering therapy in spite of you
oh how you hated your health
in the city sanatoria
oh now you doctor yourself
with a chemical curative
ah ah… little brother, how sick have you been?
hook an i.v. hook another i.v.
oh nobody has a better medicine
hook an i.v. i’ll get even…
either way i’m ashamed of wanting your suffering to end now
what am i supposed to do?
how long will you struggle to get well?
i’m sick of visiting hours
either way i’m ashamed of wanting all your suffering to end now
what am i to do? do do what you do
and now i’m waiting for some harm to come to you
God, give us a convalescent without a future, past, or present
another rush like before can’t drive a spike into a sunset
how long will you struggle to get well?
i’m sick of visiting
(that’s true believe it or not)
oh isn’t isn’t she lucky?
a life less harrowing now
how long? how long? how long?
what am i to do?
|
||||
3. |
don't you dare
03:52
|
|||
you could say you could say anything
you could say anything at all
and i say it means the world to me
and i say it means nothing at all
you could say you could say anything
you could say anything to me
and i say i’ll hang on every word
and i say i’ll even climb the tree
held hostage in the sitting room
i’m gagged and bound to make a move
oh, have the heat been notified?
they say it’s safer not to hide
you can blame the stars if you want to
go complain if one of them should fall
do your worst and curse the earth we crawl
some love the torture i swear
the crime wasn’t rehearsed
don’t you dare come prepared
don’t say anything at all
oh, lovely filthy little fool
broken exception to the rule
ten thousand ancient points of light
won’t trouble us from such a height
[chorus]
you could say you could say anything
you could say you could say anything
you could say you could say anything
you could say anything at all
|
||||
4. |
the knife bleeds too
03:50
|
|
||
a sublet for accommodations buried underground
we’ll make the neighbors wonder “why’s that racket so lovely now?”
but our momentary “all for” faded into non-existence
same as ever
the population of the suburbs was no lover for me
box my junk up once again
and say “why thank you”
altho my alma mater thought her boy would be returning
i will never
the babies in the nursery curse me cos i don’t stick around
never break a promise, never make a promise
lately where’s your heart at?
never let me have it, never let me have it
give it to me
talk to me don’t talk to me about anything
talk to me don’t talk to me about
whose hearts are made for one another
talk to me don’t talk to me
i don’t believe in anything
and getting older
wouldn’t be so bad
talk to me don’t talk to me
i don’t believe in anything
and getting older
wouldn’t be so untimely
had i vocation
even if i use every moment, every avenue
coming into view, approaching me altho i sit still
nothing can remove what regret is cutting into me
and the knife bleeds too because the knife’s my very own
|
||||
5. |
want not to want
03:44
|
|
||
that’s what they’ll say because they
are who they are
you take all the blame… you take all the blame
how could you plunge ever so
it’s pretty obvious
heaven turn a blind eye… heaven never mind
you once cut your teeth on making out
now your bite won’t fit inside your mouth
you made your bed unmaiden
lie burning, undercovered
lull asleep your rage… lull asleep your rage
but rising recognize that
calm doesn’t come… happiness is only lesser misery
hold out your hands all prayerfully, yeah
hold out your hands and close your eyes
who doesn’t care for a nice surprise?
bon bon? no way!
don’t peek already
you look and you die
should sugarplums disturb your slumbering
dance another way
want not to want and be glad that you have
either
|
||||
6. |
yellow as well
01:55
|
|
||
i forget why
all this consuming i do
there’s a hunger i’ve got
that i can’t remember not
at all having once had
and fear is the reason i move
it’s so unhealthy, oh i know
i would like a better impetus
i’m gonna die
death’s always nipping my heels
i can turn it away
with a pellet that i take
but only for so long
already a-flashing again
i’m so afraid of all the ghosts
who look like someone i used to know
and oh, this maze is making me ill
my mind’s so numb i no longer feel
the walls have no beginning or end
i’m wishing for an exit but to wish is useless
(to keep playing, insert another coin)
then one day i
turn ‘round a corner and you
nearly crash into me
with your ribbon and your cheek
and that is how we meet
tho yellow i no longer fear
any phantoms i’ve known
i would frighten if you went away
|
Tracer Metula Atlanta, Georgia
Tracer Metula is an "indie rock" combo from Atlanta, GA. They sound like early Weezer through a post-punk filter with an extra dose of garage rock. From time to time, their lyrics rhyme.