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cups of tea
02:23
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Bad jobs are all I do
Don't think I don't consider you
Just get drunk too often
There is no on and off switch
We don't have cups of tea
I'm not a cold bitch I told you
Don't give up on me
I'm not a dull object
You're not a hard boy
I can't stand neglect but
In the end I'm a sharp toy
We ride rough terrain
Bumpy chemicals in our brains
In our brains, in our brains
Our brains our brains
Make me choose we both lose
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i will find you
01:35
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No you, no you, no you
Don't get to, get to, get to
Come back
I see you but you don't see me too
I see you but you don't see me too
I will, I will, I will find you
I will, I will, I will find you
Yes you, yes you, yes you
I'm coming for you
I see you but you don't see me too
I see you but you don't see me too
I will, I will, I will find you
I will, I will, I will find you
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3. |
crazy
03:01
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You don't want me to go crazy
I don't want you to call me
your little lady.
I'll be your little "baby"
I don't want to pack
your little boy lunches.
Unless you can tolerate
relentless, pms, punches.
You don't want me to go "crazy."
You don't want me to go crazy.
You need to run,
You need to run,
You need to run,
You need to get the fuck away.
You don't want me to go "crazy."
You don't want me to go crazy.
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4. |
dog
01:11
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5. |
rigid
02:34
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I want to be rigid
so you know not to push me too far
cause you'll know, I can't take it
I want to glare but instead
I say sorry when I bump into strangers
"Excuse me!" "Please!" "Sorry!" *smile, smile, smile, smile*
My teeth have been gritting,
but I can't bite until I'm alone.
When I get home, my teeth sharpen
in the silence. My hunger grows
in the absence of an audience
Hungry enough to bite my own skin
The devil in my head tells me
that I can bleed discomfort out
but I let it out
and it stained the carpet
along with the sponge in the sink
that I try so hard not to let grow mold
I want to become rigid
so I have a roadmap, a diagram of
emotional trauma experienced in the mundane
Much like my anger the color will fade,
the color will fade, the color will fade,
the color will
I want to be rigid
so when you move north from my knees
you pass mountainous terrain
which makes you question
your commitment to your travels
given the treacherous nature
of the conquest, of the conquest
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agenda
02:33
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The agenda in you back seat is molding.
You're breaking things over a break-up,
cause you're not used to holding yourself,
when you get sad.
You haven't look at your journal in weeks,
that innocent smile in your pupils,
has turned into a
hypervigilant grimace, for instance:
You haven't hobbied in months,
you haven't slept alone in your bed
in 2.34 years (to be exact).
You thought it was hip
to stop taking showers,
to pay one rent instead of two.
You thought treating expensive things like trash
would make you overcome
the firm grip money has on us all
but especially you're grubby mother
who tells you to wash your face
you'll never be in a clean space.
Drive throughs can't help you get through,
being inside small spaces to avoid
potential danger which makes you disassociate from reality
causing your amygdala to fire inappropriately
due to the sever nature of the trauma which
you haven't shared with anyone since its origin.
It's been four years, I'm aching like a sore under your ear.
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The Phlegms Fayetteville, Arkansas
The Phlegms are a hard-hitting punk group from Fayetteville, Arkansas. While in the mid-south and midwest DIY circuits, The Phlegms have a strong reputation as a fervent live act with the band being asked to play with the likes of Protomartyr, Shame, Guerilla Toss, and Mannequin Pussy. ... more
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