Posts tagged alternative
Son, I’m sorry for this world,
And all the awful things she’ll do to you.
If you only knew what you’d endure before you were born,
I haven’t got a single doubt,
You would have not come out,
And I would have known it was for the better.
You’ll be raped of any evidence,
Of ever owning any innocence.
This culture’s a vulture,
And you’re prime candidate for prey.
I’ve learned that I will lose all that I’ve ever loved one day,
But I never thought I’d ever have to watch it all go,
Or wish it all away.
I know you’ll grow,
But I wish I knew you’d stay small if I said so.
Please just don’t grow.
Please just don’t grow.
Just stay small.
Stay small
Daddy’s little girl met the world,
I watched the devil do his work.
If only she knew just how sorry I was.
I found not a single prayer,
Could save my daughter from despair,
As long as she stayed in love with this place.
It’s because I truly love her,
That I wish to take back the work,
That brought her here in the first place.
Had I only known that one act would be the reason
That my new baby girl,
Like her dad would dance with demons.
We watch the devil do his work in us.
I watch the devil do his work.
Happy Earth Sings Mi Fa Mi Day.
Cursive - “Sierra”
My little girl
We would have been so… oh, nevermind…
But I’m ready to settle down now
Yeah I’m ready to leave that wrecking ball behind
I could be your carpenter,
And you could be my twinkling north star o’er the desert sky
Biffy Clyro - “Get Fucked Stud”
Oh my distorted smile will tighten its grip
Now somebody is asking when you will disappear
You have to believe yourself to be happy now
You can’t rely on someone else to be happy
Get fucked stud it’s time to kill
Only you see the sunset on amphetamines
I am God, curse you cunt
Get fucked stud I know you will burn in hell
For pretending to be the god of all men I demand of you
Pretend to burn in hell to be
The god of all well follow me
You’re fucking right. I’m all at sea
My teeth are made of baby hair
The skyline is burning red so we’ll all go down
Follow my lead to survive cause it won’t take us long to come round
The skyline is burning red so we’ll all go down
Follow my head to survive cause it won’t take us long to come round
Get fucked stud it’s time to kill
Only you see the sunset on amphetamines
The skyline is burning red so we’ll all go down
Follow my lead to survive cause it won’t take us long to come round
Squid the Whale - “How Do I Show These Cowboys I’m Alive” (feat. Nic Newsham)
According to AbsolutePunk.net, “Nic Newsham has said that it looks like new Gatsbys American Dream isn’t going to happen.”
We played it cool never mind that never mind its not a game
You lied for saving face, I just don’t feel the same
I carried tunes never mind fools for so long
It seems that you don’t know me, you just know my name
And I lied about who I would be
Now I’m a gentleman with enemies it seems
I buried you and got away but you don’t know me you just know my name
I stayed away from your scene but now its following me
I thought I was bad, you are mad
For making me an enemy
So just to let you know
Here’s a thank you note, for bringing this out of me.
(Nic Newsham)
We owe you an album or two
Turns out 6 strings are way too heavy
Booked studio time but the bass wasn’t ready
But I was
I remain to be
I stayed away from your scene but now its following me
I thought I was bad, you are mad
For making me an enemy
So just to let you know
Here’s a thank you note, for bringing this out of me.
Can’t change your ways the only way you know to be
If only you could be the same
I played the game the only one I knew to play
You kept it under covers so they wouldn’t see my face
But now I’m out and free, you’re holding onto me
I’ll never let you in again
You need apologies that’ll be the day
The one day you all will wash away
I stayed away from your scene but now its following me
I thought I was bad, you are mad
For making me an enemy
So just to let you know
Here’s a thank you note, for bringing this out of me.
Fair to Midland - Whiskey and Ritalin
From hand to heart and hands to head
These gritty teeth grind gears of infrared
He crash lands in dull white noise
All I hear is static in his voice
When those sweet red hands start their whirlwinds
And you’re the drain
You’re imagining things, your pretend machine
Has sticks in its every spoke
You’re inventing it all from thin air and close calls
Welcome to the balancing act
Your rabbit’s foot is hare and hounds
And I drag pianos, eyes glued to the ground
When he dialed 911
Busy signals sang familiar songs
When those sweet red hands start their whirlwinds
And you’re the plane
You’re imagining things, your pretend machine
Has sticks in its every spoke
You’re inventing it all from thin air and close calls
If we bought the stock we’d be broke
You taught us to claw
Put us through a speech
If I’m a red anchor
Then you’re coming with me
And on the way down
We’ll sleep with the fish
As we go into the blue
We can both reminisce
And you better hide
Or learn how to climb
Cause you’re coming with me
And on the way down
You’ll sleep with the fish
You’re coming with me
You’re imagining things, your pretend machine
Has sticks in its every spoke
You’re inventing it all from thin air and close calls
Welcome to the balancing act
Nothing More - “Salem”
There’s sort of a Closure in Moscow-esque menace to this band’s percolating rhythms (and the vocalist’s singing style, obviously). As well, the hoarse-shouted voodoo of the song’s main hook here reminds me of the breakdown in Dance Gavin Dance’s “Uneasy Hearts Weigh the Most,” or some of Gatsbys American Dream’s more psychotic bar singing moments: “BURN THE WITCH! HA, HA, HA!”
Where does your misfortune grow?
From a humble house, with a cross burning slow?
You fear she will challenge your throne
So you dig the dirt and it’s selling like gold
Ten fingers, ten toes point
but not a damn one back at you
It’s your fault you fall apart
The problem is in you
Burn the witch!
Or stone and rope to bind her soul
Sink or swim
And watch the truth drown below
You search the hills, swift and true
Look outside yourself, for it cannot be you
The town gathers and slander ensues
Not long til she’s cursed, not long til she’s through
You’ve done the work of a saint, but with the devil’s hand
With cauldron gossip you pray, to restore this land
Holy and dead, holy and dead
Remember the plank?
You’ve got a tree instead
This will all be over soon
She’s melting through
But your dark clouds still remain
So grab another one without a name
Atlas - "Wyoming"
Location: Kansas City, Missouri
Members: Jeremy Chugg, Nick Welch, Dave Dalbey, Josh Orwig, Jonny Wooddell
Sounds Like: Rocky Votolato, The Avett Brothers, Justin Townes Earle, Wilco, Ryan Adams
