I am a product of catholic school ruler beatings
suspensions and foolish cheating
If I mention the ascension of christ in a sentence
I'm probably kidding
this is a song about confronting my demons
and leading them back into undeveloped regions of my brain
so the sequences stop repeating
on the phone Abuela tells me "dios te bendiga"
but I feel like God took back his blessings
ever since the moment i started breathing
and seeing the lack of validity surrounding all this mythology fed to me
f*** it even if i wanted to believe i could never make a false god into my centerpiece
when i was an alter boy i saw father pat drinking wine out of bottles in the back
i saw that f***** brother rich get fired for touching little kids during after school class
and when i heard that father conrad died of aids in 1990
i started realizing that i couldn't trust my church entirely
mother superior jumped the gun
in the name of the father, the holy ghost and the son
I present a toast to the nuns
falling in bad jokes like that one
what's black and white and red all over?
hope is all done.
God helps those who help themselves
God helps those with all the wealth
but God never helped me in my God d*** life
so I gotta get up off the shelf
and I gotta do it fast
before the past catches up to me
sucking me back in it's trap
I always wanted to believe in a beautiful heaven
but the history of my religion made it completely irrelevant
shouts to the missionaries
raping the women, enslaving the men
shout out to animals buried
apparently y"all never got to heaven
and a final shout out goes to the popes, and priests and the bishops
abusing their power
everybody knows real gangsters rock robes and mitre crowns
mother superior jumped the gun
in the name of the father, the holy ghost and the son
I present a toast to the nuns
falling in bad jokes like that one
what's black and white and red all over?
hope is all done.
Half Mast
4 years old,
i was in a playground digging for bones
underneath the wood chips,
under the stones,
searching for the dead and gone
dinosaurs with their dead end songs
and then
when i was 7
i planted 20 peach pits in the backyard,
one of them grew up to be a tree with 50 arms
it bore the sweetest fruit i've ever tasted
and the roots tore through the dirt
tore through the pavement
all these animals with their paws in traps
all the animals in this bar make me laugh
it's the way that their faces sink at half mast
it's the way that our bodies stink (make noise)
i already know them by heart.
i've memorized their reflections
and know the art.
i"ve felt the rush of a big bet
and got the scars
covering each bit of this chest
we'll play our parts
but every performance will end
so if this is really the start of the finish
i guess i gotta go ahead and settle for chipping away at the infinite...
only felt alive for a minute's time...
all I ever wanted was to be significant - not losing in my prime
sacrificing my body pocket and mind
for a taste of it
spitting in the face of it
they love it when a man plummets
i'd pray but I can't stomach that rubbish
where do they really want to go when they die?
in the clouds with the most high?
underground or the sky with clown-like "BIG GUY"?
in a wooden box
with a suit and tie
so the boll weevils can hide
with some maggots in between toenails
while arachnids swim inside bone marrow?
or would they prefer to go sterile?
God d***it
i"m locked inside this unforgiving planet
where people chant of freedom and revolution
but have never had it
so i've been on a quest to find a way out of inevitable gravity and death
and i'm at a turning point
wondering if i should quit now
but it's all in jest
i feel i'm d*** deep
and the writer's block raping my brain
is editing out all the ways I want to say "f*** you" in good taste
this is an album
about low living,
sucking up dust and discovering quickly
that the truth is unforgiving
all these animals
with their paws in traps
all the animals
in this bar make me laugh
it's the way that our faces sink at half mast
it's the way that our bodies stink
9 years old
saw a man get shot in the road
robbed a bank
never made it home
that's my f****** hero though
a gambler with no soul
took a risk -
buried in a hole
when i was 12
i dreamt abuelo never went to hell
i dreamt he never shot and killed himself
in that Puerto Rican motel
where the cane rum sunk into the shelves
i painted him in heaven
17
i made believe my father kept clean,
that addiction wasn't built inside of me
or david
but the tree is still growing
and it seems
that the fruit it bore 10 years before just wasn't so sweet.
Julius
i must say
i must say (SAY)
i never thought you would you fade
Julius
i must say.
i never thought you would
The One Man Band Broke Up (Remix)
the one man band broke up
the one man band broke up
due to creative differences
oh
f*** a simple requiem
for the moments in the dusty record bins once lived in by kings -
now graveyards for great stars that will never reign again.
these deserts full of fractured limbs and scattered instruments that can still sing like kids
are rotting into nothingness and the abyss in dim.
I can recall sitting in a subway station
hearing melodies drip out of your instruments
and dissolve into the nothingness
as if you never existed
and the calluses decorating your fingerprints were beautiful arrangements
incredible little gifts
that grew onto you like immaculate parasites
feasting upon your contempt of life
everybody said practice makes perfect
but perfect was never good enough to keep you working
everybody said practice makes perfect
but perfect was never good enough to keep you working
I remember when you kept time with the bass drum pedal
while your left foot played organ melodies so simple and subtle
an ukelele...
a banjo....
put a hat out for the crowd
'cause Julius and The Bearded Savior have come to town
the one man band broke up
the one man band broke up
due to creative differences
f*** it
nobody really wants to listen to stories about the beginning of the end
so we put our energy into forgetting everything until our bodies decompose
simple. done.
when we were little kids every person told us that we should be following our dreams
but it's over now we sit and wait for somebody to come and take us out of this disease
oh god
will there ever come a time when we encounter the Übermensch?
the one
without fear in soul floating above in a timeless stretch
not stuck
in this limbo that we call a world deteriorating slow
like he did lost everything even pride
on the day that he died no one even tried to cry.
the one man band broke up
the one man band broke up
due to creative differences
the one man band broke up
and everybody mourned the passing by passing along
the moral of the story is - no one really gives a s***
but don't cry for the swatted flies - they loved what they did.
the moral of the story is - no one really gives a s***
but don't cry for the swatted flies.
suspensions and foolish cheating
If I mention the ascension of christ in a sentence
I'm probably kidding
this is a song about confronting my demons
and leading them back into undeveloped regions of my brain
so the sequences stop repeating
on the phone Abuela tells me "dios te bendiga"
but I feel like God took back his blessings
ever since the moment i started breathing
and seeing the lack of validity surrounding all this mythology fed to me
f*** it even if i wanted to believe i could never make a false god into my centerpiece
when i was an alter boy i saw father pat drinking wine out of bottles in the back
i saw that f***** brother rich get fired for touching little kids during after school class
and when i heard that father conrad died of aids in 1990
i started realizing that i couldn't trust my church entirely
mother superior jumped the gun
in the name of the father, the holy ghost and the son
I present a toast to the nuns
falling in bad jokes like that one
what's black and white and red all over?
hope is all done.
God helps those who help themselves
God helps those with all the wealth
but God never helped me in my God d*** life
so I gotta get up off the shelf
and I gotta do it fast
before the past catches up to me
sucking me back in it's trap
I always wanted to believe in a beautiful heaven
but the history of my religion made it completely irrelevant
shouts to the missionaries
raping the women, enslaving the men
shout out to animals buried
apparently y"all never got to heaven
and a final shout out goes to the popes, and priests and the bishops
abusing their power
everybody knows real gangsters rock robes and mitre crowns
mother superior jumped the gun
in the name of the father, the holy ghost and the son
I present a toast to the nuns
falling in bad jokes like that one
what's black and white and red all over?
hope is all done.
Half Mast
4 years old,
i was in a playground digging for bones
underneath the wood chips,
under the stones,
searching for the dead and gone
dinosaurs with their dead end songs
and then
when i was 7
i planted 20 peach pits in the backyard,
one of them grew up to be a tree with 50 arms
it bore the sweetest fruit i've ever tasted
and the roots tore through the dirt
tore through the pavement
all these animals with their paws in traps
all the animals in this bar make me laugh
it's the way that their faces sink at half mast
it's the way that our bodies stink (make noise)
i already know them by heart.
i've memorized their reflections
and know the art.
i"ve felt the rush of a big bet
and got the scars
covering each bit of this chest
we'll play our parts
but every performance will end
so if this is really the start of the finish
i guess i gotta go ahead and settle for chipping away at the infinite...
only felt alive for a minute's time...
all I ever wanted was to be significant - not losing in my prime
sacrificing my body pocket and mind
for a taste of it
spitting in the face of it
they love it when a man plummets
i'd pray but I can't stomach that rubbish
where do they really want to go when they die?
in the clouds with the most high?
underground or the sky with clown-like "BIG GUY"?
in a wooden box
with a suit and tie
so the boll weevils can hide
with some maggots in between toenails
while arachnids swim inside bone marrow?
or would they prefer to go sterile?
God d***it
i"m locked inside this unforgiving planet
where people chant of freedom and revolution
but have never had it
so i've been on a quest to find a way out of inevitable gravity and death
and i'm at a turning point
wondering if i should quit now
but it's all in jest
i feel i'm d*** deep
and the writer's block raping my brain
is editing out all the ways I want to say "f*** you" in good taste
this is an album
about low living,
sucking up dust and discovering quickly
that the truth is unforgiving
all these animals
with their paws in traps
all the animals
in this bar make me laugh
it's the way that our faces sink at half mast
it's the way that our bodies stink
9 years old
saw a man get shot in the road
robbed a bank
never made it home
that's my f****** hero though
a gambler with no soul
took a risk -
buried in a hole
when i was 12
i dreamt abuelo never went to hell
i dreamt he never shot and killed himself
in that Puerto Rican motel
where the cane rum sunk into the shelves
i painted him in heaven
17
i made believe my father kept clean,
that addiction wasn't built inside of me
or david
but the tree is still growing
and it seems
that the fruit it bore 10 years before just wasn't so sweet.
Julius
i must say
i must say (SAY)
i never thought you would you fade
Julius
i must say.
i never thought you would
The One Man Band Broke Up (Remix)
the one man band broke up
the one man band broke up
due to creative differences
oh
f*** a simple requiem
for the moments in the dusty record bins once lived in by kings -
now graveyards for great stars that will never reign again.
these deserts full of fractured limbs and scattered instruments that can still sing like kids
are rotting into nothingness and the abyss in dim.
I can recall sitting in a subway station
hearing melodies drip out of your instruments
and dissolve into the nothingness
as if you never existed
and the calluses decorating your fingerprints were beautiful arrangements
incredible little gifts
that grew onto you like immaculate parasites
feasting upon your contempt of life
everybody said practice makes perfect
but perfect was never good enough to keep you working
everybody said practice makes perfect
but perfect was never good enough to keep you working
I remember when you kept time with the bass drum pedal
while your left foot played organ melodies so simple and subtle
an ukelele...
a banjo....
put a hat out for the crowd
'cause Julius and The Bearded Savior have come to town
the one man band broke up
the one man band broke up
due to creative differences
f*** it
nobody really wants to listen to stories about the beginning of the end
so we put our energy into forgetting everything until our bodies decompose
simple. done.
when we were little kids every person told us that we should be following our dreams
but it's over now we sit and wait for somebody to come and take us out of this disease
oh god
will there ever come a time when we encounter the Übermensch?
the one
without fear in soul floating above in a timeless stretch
not stuck
in this limbo that we call a world deteriorating slow
like he did lost everything even pride
on the day that he died no one even tried to cry.
the one man band broke up
the one man band broke up
due to creative differences
the one man band broke up
and everybody mourned the passing by passing along
the moral of the story is - no one really gives a s***
but don't cry for the swatted flies - they loved what they did.
the moral of the story is - no one really gives a s***
but don't cry for the swatted flies.