1. |
Dark Side of a Mood
03:22
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I’m going after it again
I don’t even know myself
What I’ve got planned
But beg, steal, or borrow
If you ask me tomorrow
I probably won’t still feel the same
But are coming with me?
We’ll be there soon
Smoke ‘um if you got ‘um
We’re going to the dark side of a mood
The dark side of a mood
And we’ll be there soon
I’m going out with all my friends
I’m in the Miracles again
Beg, steal, or borrow
Ask me tomorrow
I probably won’t still feel the same
But are coming with me?
We’ll be there soon
Smoke ‘um if you got ‘um
We’re going to the dark side of a mood
The dark side of a mood
And we’ll be there soon
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2. |
Dissociation #1
04:06
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I threw the backpack in the backseat of my car
Cause I wasn’t going very far
And I was driving perfectly not to cause any concern
If only I had just my will to burn
So much to say…
Guess what guys?
The money is gone
They took it
And then they rolled on
They threw the book at me
At the scene of the crime
I got a jellyfish sting, but I’ll be alright
In the morning
Text out a warning
Crime don’t pay but fuck it’s never boring
You saved my life
I think your urine that night probably saved my life
And I said
Get me out of California and I won’t say you never warned me
Get me out of California and I won’t say you never warned me
While the Mexican cartel don’t even know my whole name
While Califuckingfornia is burning at the stake
I took it as far as it would go
I blew out the speakers (California Snow)
I pulled over to see if he would drive
It wasn’t self-preservation, I had to be alive
In the morning – it wasn’t global warming
My world burned down because destiny is corny
He saved my life
He took the wheel (Jesús)
And he saved my life
And I said
Get me out of California and I won’t say you never warned me
Get me out of California and I won’t say you never tried to warn me
While the Mexican cartel don’t even know my whole name
While Califuckingfornia is burning at the
Slap that Suzuki Sidekick in the gear that makes me carsick
Text them we were nice guys
And I hope they got a thing for sad, pathetic lies
Get me out of California
Get me out of California with you
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3. |
Spiral Galaxy
04:20
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Another civilian gone to space
Even the layman joins the race
Jesus grant me luck
Give me everything you got (but)
We will walk the rocks of Mars
Before we let our soul get stuck
We don’t need a home
We will never walk alone
There’s no need to return
We’re gonna swing by the throne
Nano robot lazy sperm
Boston robot dance parkour
Sub-mar-fiber optic cable
We’re all brothers (Cain and Abel)
iPhone helps detect depression
Modern hand grip strength regression
Clone the woolly mammoth back
Ted unfrozen up to bat
Heaven’s full of aliens
Hate speech is worth billions
I said heaven’s full of aliens
And hate speech is worth billions
If you need me
I’ll be right here
Drifting further from your ear
Jesus give me fear
I’m on the naughty list this year (for)
Another early church of socialism
looking in a mirror
We are your disgrace
We will never go away
Our collection plate coming
And it’s time for you to pay
Heaven is full of aliens
Hate speech is worth billions
If you garbage dump the Amazon
I’ll fish for your ambivalence
Babies full of microplastics
Filibustering gymnastics
Downvote racist shit to hell
Apes invade the citadel
Apes invade the Citadel
All my apes invade the Citadel
I said all my apes invade the Citadel
All you apes invade the Citadel
As heaven was opening
We slowly fell back toward the Spiral Galaxy
The slowest, honest trajectory
Away from the throne room full of majesty
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4. |
UAP
03:14
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We talked about it after class
Unidentifiable Aerial Phenomenon
“Man makes plans and God laughs”
The first thing we should teach them
Is the Yiddish adage
We referred to the back of The Book
It said some prophecy about “Surely, I come quickly”
But no verses about the heavens verses the earth
Just preaching Armageddon since the A.D.s
Fighter pilot getting high
Saw a giant, white tic tac flying by
UAP
Why are you watching me?
UAP
Why are you watching me?
Their tech. is far superior
But ruining the planet is kind of like our specialty
The Milky Way is our promised land
So up Jacob’s ladder!
Fight the Esaus of the Galaxy!
I wonder how salvation works
If Jesus has to die for every single planet
Got a couple billion virgin births
Till’ crucifixion in the Romulan Galactic Senate
First it was looking shy
Then it vanished vertically in the blink of an eye
UAP
Why are you watching me?
UAP
Why are you watching me?
I hope they think we’ve had drones for a pretty long time
We made our Sci-Fi flicks in L.A. full of smog
We couldn’t see the sky
I saw a guy that looked like John Lennon
At the cell phone store
He said: “I don’t think that we’re bigger than Jesus anymore”
UAP
Why are you watching me?
UAP
Why are you watching me?
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5. |
AD in HD
04:08
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Let me off this carousel
What you’re describing is my very own
Personal hell, personal hell
And when the morning comes
I’ll ask you one more time
In a rhyme
And when the morning comes, I’ll ask you one more time
But you’re making me manic now
Making me panic now
Making your lifeboats feel like
The frozen bow of the Titanic
Little things add up
Little things add up
Let me off this carousel
What you’re describing is my very own
Personal hell, personal hell
And when the morning comes
I’ll ask you maybe one more time
Then all your neurotypical happiness will be mine
All the time
But you’re making me manic now
Making me panic now
Making your lifeboats feel like
The frozen bow of the Titanic
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6. |
The Fly
04:48
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There is a fly
In this very room
I think it entered
How one might assume
There is a fly
There is a fly
In this very room
I think he entered
How a reasonable person might assume
There is a fly
It won’t me
It won’t let me
It won’t let me go now
I can’t leave well enough alone
But I suppose I should have known
Not to do that - it can still be right
It wasn’t overly polite
Not to do that – it wasn’t wrong
But I kinda dropped an atom bomb
And walked away
So Irish goodbye
Won’t let the door hit me
In my compound eyes
Irish goodbye
It’s time for me to go fly
Go fly outside
Swam out past the rope line
I don’t know why
Into a sea of sticky paper
And I was the fly
I was the fly
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7. |
My First Time in Orbit
02:53
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8. |
Pledge
04:28
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When they taught me the pledge
They didn’t mention who was taken
Who made our pyramids rise
There was no trail of tears from their eyes
But I’m older now
I hope they kept the receipt
for their golden cow
And I know denial
But the year of jubilee
Hasn’t happened for a while
I’m not here to spread hate
I’m here to spread disappointment
Because wow
Things are not that great
Will you say the new pledge with me right now?
Things could easily be better than this
Easily
Things could easily be better than this
Easily
I pledge it will be
I pledge it will be
But they won’t help with your meds
And they won’t help with your education
They need that money for bribes
And to go to space on vacation
But I smell: bullshit now,
Another fiscal conservative golden shower,
A bit of white powder,
And the smell of milk and honey when it starts to go sour
I’m not here to spread hate
I’m here to spread disappointment
Because wow
Things are not that great
Will you say the new pledge with me right now?
Will you say the new pledge right now?
Things could easily be better than this
Easily
Things could easily be better than this
Easily
I pledge it will be
I pledge it will be
I pledge it will
be
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9. |
Write Off
04:26
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Be with me if you can
We’ll live like the foolish man
Built his house upon the sand
That’s the plan if you write me off
No matter what
Be with me – be a star
We’ll live in glass houses
And try not to rock too hard
It won’t spoil nothing
If you try to call my bluff
No matter what
But you don’t know my plans really do ya?
My heads stuck in the sand
I think you probably like that
Do you like that?
I know a whole universe of scams
Jacob pinned the angel’s hands
In the final moment
In the final moment instead
I got a call from the army man
He said, I’ll recruit you if you don’t have any plans
But I wouldn’t put my freedom in his hands
No matter what
He said, kids like you end up jail and it’s the official
position of this government your band will fail
I said that’s so pointed it reads well in braille
It reads well in braille
But he don’t know my plans really does he?
My heads stuck in the sand
I think he probably loves me
Does he love me?
I know a whole universe of scams
Jacob pinned the angel’s hands
In the final moment
In the final moment instead
We were playing Call of Duty
When the J6 failed
We could have held the fascists back
If we weren’t so fucking frail
But our twitch reflexes are probably off the scale
They’re probably off the scale
Let’s save the world
You and me
You can be the GameStop
And I’ll be the AMC
We’ll print our gospel in greetext
Anonymously, yeah anonymously
Another decade
Down the drain
Have a cup of coffee
Sit and listen to the rain
It all ends faster than I can explain
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10. |
Barometer
02:55
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Before the past me skittered off again
He had something up his sleeve
He said some parasitic things were done
I said I don’t think that was me
I don’t believe
I must be really off my rocker now
To shudder such in the breeze
And I thought: why did Evangelista leave me his barometer
When I can’t handle the squeeze
I don’t believe
The cabin is lonely in the woods again
Its standing quietly in the trees
And I’m waiting with no railing on the edge again
But I’m not shaking at the knees
I don’t believe
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11. |
Drama
03:14
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While you stopped to smell the flowers
I was hiding in the attic
I overheard my middle child
Doesn’t need to be dramatic
I don’t need to be dramatic
But I think I’ve finally had it
I shouldn’t air my dirty dishes
While elbow deep in soap and haddock
But my pilgrim got factious
And my comic went dramatic
I hope you don’t remember me
As someone that you know
Because I set those ships on fire
A long, long time ago
Don’t spare your rod on me
Violence therapy
Your hands to God
A fragrant offering
Don’t spare your rod on me
Violence therapy
Your hands to God
A fragrant offering
Turn your lights off
Quiet down in the car
Or I’ll give you something to cry about
Turn your lights off
Quiet down in the car
Or I’ll give you something to cry about
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12. |
Song Dog
03:13
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Walking through the woods
to the snap of branches
I think I’m turned around
but I’ll take my chances scared
I’m not needed anywhere
This forest was cut
By a glacial tear it
Helped me find
A greater spirit there
It gave its breath to the air
And it said
Say you can’t be saved, and I will save you
Say you’ll misbehave
And I will raise you with the coyote
With the coyote
Blue sky so clear
You couldn’t scratch the surface
Warm leaves fragrant
I think I lost
My purpose there
Under furry, black stares
I think I found the
Bones of a burned down homestead
With fruit trees
That still proudly boasted pears
Their flesh was hard to tear
With my fangs…
I say I can’t be saved – Will you save me?
I say I’ll misbehave but will you raise me
With the coyote, coyote
Soon I reappeared
On the plantation lawn
But no one even realized
That I had been gone
Later in bed
When I was frantically reading
I heard those song dog lyrics
Start bleeding
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13. |
Rome
03:49
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Just throw my posters away
Toss out anything that I saved
All roads lead to Rome
It’s time to get going
Three miles before the streetlights start
And the woods are getting dark
But you don’t need much light
To follow your own spark
So, if you see me walk into the waves
Tell somebody
My journey misbehaves – the roads are muddy
It was just a theory in the end - the tunnel transatlantic
To where an empire died – but don’t stop me
I’m on a magical ride
I found a warning in the sea
She said:
I can live alone but you can’t
Live without me
Well bitch, I guess we will see
So, if you see me walk into the waves
Tell somebody
My journey misbehaves – the roads are muddy
It was just a theory in the end - the tunnel transatlantic
To where an empire died – but don’t stop me
I’m gonna go find the reason why
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14. |
Memorial Day
03:01
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Come look at this thing
It’s got all its parts in gold
But it’s got mold from the basement
And it’s got cobwebs from the attic
If you want to you can claim it
If not, well then, whatever…
I do not need this anymore
Chuck it in with the rest of my junk
For a yard sale
Be there if you want
You can buy it for yourself
Or just walk it off my lawn
Hey, look at this thing
It’s from 1776
And it’s got all its old parts still working
It’s only slightly racist
Some heroes died for this
With egg whites on their faces
I do not need this anymore
Chuck it in with the rest of our junk
For a yard sale
Its right in my front yard
Right next to my garden
On Memorial Day
And you can be there if you want
You can buy it for yourself
(You selfish boomer)
You can walk it off my lawn
Why don’t you see if I fucking care?
Cause I do not
Cause I do not
Need this anymore
It’s for the yard sale
Be there if you want
Buy it for yourself
Or just walk it off my lawn
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15. |
Saint George
03:56
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Here comes St. George
Here comes St. George
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa…
She wanted him to be perfect
She wanted him to be flawed
She wanted him to be no one
She wanted him to be God
She wanted him to be normal
Love no one but her
She wanted him to move mountains
From the ocean floor
She said that he should taste beauty
But make it himself
She said that he should get hold of
His own mental health
She made him eat his porridge
She made him into Saint George
Saint George
He was on trial for trying to be free
He should have said “Dip your dragon
In the motherfucking sea,
I just want to acquire a peaceful place to breathe"
But St. George went quiet
But St. George went quiet…
Here comes St. George
Here comes St. George
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa…
She wanted him to be gentle
She wanted him to be warm
She wanted her dragon slayed quickly
And she wanted him to perform
She wanted him to sail blindly
Then make her lunch by a tree
She began to treat strangers
Butter than she treated he
She said that all men are sinners
But not all sinners are ye
He said: “I’m the patron Saint
of syphilis and chivalry.”
She made him eat his porridge
She made him into Saint George
Saint George
He was on trial for trying to be free
He should have said “Dip your dragon
In the motherfucking sea,
I just want to acquire a peaceful land to breathe"
But St. George went quiet
But St. George went quiet
But St. George went quiet
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16. |
Dissociation #2
03:48
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The sirens gave way to silence
I could still see blue lights
On the back of my eyelids
When we went
Running in the dark
I got an ankle cut
Are your eyes open or closed?
Open or shut?
The new moon has nothing to reveal
Like an idiot
Soon they’ll march the ground
With their guns and hounds
They want to find us
(Oh my god I’m stressed out)
They want to find us
(there’s no turning back the past now)
They want to find us
(no second guessing it – we messed up)
They want to find us
And the little things add up
And the little things add up
And the little things add up
And the little things add up
The sunrise came without warning
And I found the pastels pretty boring
And we were
Sleeping in a park
I found a metal shard
Would you eat a squirrel fillet?
With mushrooms and bark?
I’m releasing tiny prayers into the sky
Like orange sparks
The dogs are bearing down
I think I hear them now…
They want to find us
(Oh my god I’m stressed out)
They want to find us
(there’s no turning back the past now)
They want to find us
(no second guessing it – we messed up)
They want to find us
I’m not fixing any holes
Where the rain gets in
I’m not getting on my high horse
To start again
I’m not letting you die
For my sins again
I’m not here to make amends
And I’m not here to make amends…
They want to find us
They want to find us
They want to find us
Shit, cover me in leaves
Cover me in my own detritus…
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17. |
Stuck (In My Feelings)
02:33
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In my meekness
I inherited the “whys”
Picture a warhorse
That was bitten by flies
Red tributaries
In both my eyes (eyes)
Wanting street fights
Is as American as apple pie
But you know my motto:
Ask me tomorrow,
People will grow or
Be monks in the grotto
I’ve been stuck in this feeling now
For too long
In my feelings now
For too long, long, long
I don’t censor myself when I hold the pen
But I can lump you sugar
Just tell me when
Then the lion and the lamb
Can recline as friends
But the elk are starting to eat meat again
It’s the return of black tigers
So don’t coax me with pliers
I am magic realism
You’re just kicking the tires
But I’m gone-with-the-wind-sick
Like John Ruskin’s dead chick
My missionaries are sent
I’m hell bent
I hope I’ll never go hungry again
I’ve been stuck in my feelings
In my feelings now for too long, long, long
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18. |
Little Things Add Up
03:32
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