1. |
Whim
00:45
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2. |
Down the Drain
02:19
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I'm waking up; what a mistake I have made.
Squeezing hot thoughts in a cold, dark space.
Two sets of eyes, two sets of teeth;
20 cold fingers pressing back on me
And I go...
down the drain
like oil
I'm doing fine
I'm doing fine
I stick to the sides
I'm doing fine
Washing my face, filling up these cups
A day is just performance after waking up;
One lonely heart, layers of skin
How many scratches 'til this film wears thin?
"Everyone around me seems normal, alright;
why am I indifferent all of the time?
Everyone around me seems happy and good;
why don't I feel the way that I should?"
I go...
down the drain
like oil
I'm doing fine
I'm doing fine
I stick to the sides
I'm doing fine
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3. |
Cursed Life
01:36
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One day you will wake up and you’ll see
how everything has changed
One day you will go out and you’ll find
that nothing stays the same
Cursed life, oh cursed life
the man who’s standing in your shoes
isn’t the one who wore them days before
One day you will part ways with the person
who you dreamed you’d always be
You’ll look into your mirror and you’ll see
a little more objectively
Cursed life, oh cursed life
the human standing in your boots
isn’t the one who wore them days before
You’ll get that creeping feeling and you’ll wonder
what it is that you’ve done wrong
Looking back into your life,
it seemed so short but every day felt long!
Cursed life, oh cursed life
the person standing in your boots
isn’t the one who wore them days before
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4. |
Dream Arena
02:35
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I tell you that I love you
and you tell me, "It's alright;
I'll take a pass on thoughts like that,
I'm not the loving kind.
People come and people go
and jealous words undo;
I think of you when I'm with her
and her when I'm with you.
"We look into each other's eyes
and say, 'I wish you felt the same,'
but you and I have different hearts
that beat and throb on different planes"
I don't work that way,
I fall in love with everyone I see,
It's just that way.
I don't work that way,
I fall in love with everyone I see,
It's just that way,
ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh.
Is it our head, or it our hearts
that tell to be cruel?
Divulging all my feelings now,
I feel that I'm the fool.
Is our hearts or it our minds
that tell us which to pick?
Confessing all my feelings here,
I feel that I'm the freak.
"We look into each other's eyes
and say, 'I wish you felt the same,'
but you and I have different hearts
that roll along on different planes"
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5. |
Man and Machine
02:43
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I choked the grass with plastic, I left the water running.
Our classmate died of cancer—wonder how her family’s doing?
Everywhere there’s reasons; they’re ready for our using.
I can live my life in panic, it will sure be my undoing!
Always at odds: man and machine.
Man and machine: natural enemies!
Always at odds: man and machine.
Natural enemies: you and me.
Our consciousness is tainted;
My everyday existence is someone else’s punchline,
Yeah, I’m someone else’s vision.
I’m here to claim my sainthood; I’m here to beckon satan!
I’m here to give a name to each emotion at its deathbed.
Always at odds: man and machine.
Man and machine: natural enemies!
Always at odds: man and machine.
Natural enemies: you and me.
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6. |
Sour
02:36
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Sweet girl, won't you smile for me?
Some sugar for your sour face
Submit to my supremacy:
just part your lips you'll love the taste!
L-E-M-O-N: I'm not the one to put the sugar on your tongue
L-E-M-O-N: I'm not dumb—I didn't ask for your opinion
I don't accommodate, I intimidate.
It's time to let you know:
(4x) I'm done making lemonade! (You can’t tame me!)
I'm done making lemonade;
I'm not content to let this go.
I dare you to come pick my roses—
land where poison ivy grows!
L-E-M-O-N: I'm not the one to put the sugar on your tongue
L-E-M-O-N: I'm not dumb—I didn't ask for your opinion
I don't accommodate, I intimidate.
It's time to let you know:
(4x) I'm done making lemonade! (You can’t tame me!)
Did I ask for you to tell me
who I am and what I need?
Overgrown and twisted, rotten—
you’re a garden choked by weeds!
L-E-M-O-N: I'm not the one to put the sugar on your tongue
L-E-M-O-N: I'm not dumb—I didn't ask for your opinion
I don't accommodate, I intimidate.
It's time to let shit go!
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7. |
Driving
02:10
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I felt nervous and I felt weird
my lungs were burning;
heart was beating in my ears
and I looked to the sky to see
that cloud bearing down on me
Changing, rearranging;
raze the earth and drain the sea.
The space in which we're living's
not the space it used to be.
Changing, rearranging;
how can you relate to me?
The space in our existence
isn't what is used to be.
I felt nervous and I felt strange;
my mind was liquified,
my brain was deranged
and I looked to the ground to see
my feet slipping out from me
Changing, rearranging;
raze the earth and drain the sea.
The space in which we're living's
not the space it used to be.
I can take a mountain,
making rivers bend to me.
But the space in our existence
isn't what is used to be.
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8. |
Human Trash
03:16
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Just what kind of person
do you think you really are?
You could answer all these questions,
you could look inside your heart--
or you could look inside your head instead--
decide the mind’s what’s getting fed.
Just what kinda person
do you think you’d really be
if you’re confronted with decisions
of foregoing your own needs?
Just what kind of animal
resides inside your heart?
Well, you could think about it,
honey, that’s a start!
Ooo ooo oh. Ooo ooo oh.
Everybody’s staring at the floor.
Ooo ooo oh. Ooo ooo oh.
Everybody’s heading towards the door.
I don't mind
when you ask,
"Can I go?"
YES, cuz you're a piece of human trash!
Baby, you're a piece of human trash!
Just what kind of creatures
do you think that women are?
You could use up all my body,
you could decimate my heart
or you could not pick up the phone instead,
ghosting, coasting, playing dead
Ooo ooo oh. Ooo ooo oh.
Everybody’s staring at the floor.
Ooo ooo oh. Ooo ooo oh.
Everybody’s heading towards the door.
I don't mind
when you ask,
"Can I go?"
YES, cuz you're a piece of human trash!
Baby, you're a piece of human trash!
Just what kinda person
do you think you really want?
A walking-talking mannequin
or disembodied cunt?
Just what kind of animal
resides inside your heart,
oh you could think about it,
honey, that's a start.
Ooo ooo oh. Ooo ooo oh.
Everybody’s staring at the floor.
Ooo ooo oh. Ooo ooo oh.
Everybody’s heading towards the door.
I don't mind
when you ask,
"Can I go?"
YES, cuz you're a piece of human trash!
Baby, you're a piece of human trash!
Honey, you're a piece of human trasssshhhhhh
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9. |
Constant Disappointment
02:36
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Constant disappointment
I look over your shoulder to see
another hill is looming in the distance, and its greener
but baby, maybe it's me
And I could be faithful
so faithful, so faithful
to you
And you'd only take
my little cardboard heart
and break it down in two
It’s what you do
Constant disappointment
I looked into the distance to find
a shadow was creeping up softly
and he whispered, "Baby,
you're losing your mind"
"And I could be faithful
so faithful, so faithful
to you
And you'd only take
my little cardboard heart
and break it down in two"
It’s what you do
Constant disappointment
we looked down on the streets
from above
You whispered,
"You're extraterrestrial dear;
I think that I'm falling in love"
Falling in love?
You don't know what love is!
And I could be faithful
so faithful, so faithful
to you
And you'd only take
my little cardboard heart
and break it down in two
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10. |
Wist
01:35
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Bacchae Washington, D.C.
Bacchae, pronounced Bock·Eye, are a punk band from Washington, D.C.
Booking: Brian@WIREDtourbooking.com
Photo by: Avery Davis
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