1. |
Healthy Instinct
03:19
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I don’t count it
I don’t speak it
And if I had any more of this
I wouldn’t keep it
After a whole life time
Of sorting junk all day long
This is a healthy instinct
For self preservation
I’ve met your killer
You’re paying dearly for the chance
The chances of sight
The chances
Of coming to be
If you only knew the time
There is no concrete too brutal
The little worms and the general
I’m writing very irrationally
To figure out if there is time for me
To immortalize myself in the sidewalks of earth
You’re a viper
You’re a viper
You’re the deepest ocean diver
I can’t believe it’s air that we’ve been
Breathing all this time
You’re a viper
You’re a viper
These brains still can’t decipher
The purpose of the impossible dream
Tonight
I had been meaning to snuff my fears but then they didn’t die
I shoveled all throughout my limbs
Longing
I would have been the first one
I would have been the meat
I would have majestically been cured
Forever
I’ve never felt so safe
I’ve never felt so rare
I’ve never felt
I’ve never
You’re a viper
You’re a viper
You’re the deepest ocean diver
I can’t believe it’s air that we’ve been
Breathing all this time
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2. |
Burning
02:37
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Black stone
Black rock
Black water
Blacktop
Car crash
I'm not
Outside
Dead crops
Dead crow
Dead air
Fresh cut
Wet hair
Stuck pig
In the reeds
Muck thick
Can’t breath
Can't speak
Can’t stand
Dead water
Dead land
Sick scents
Sick man
Oil slick
Quicksand
Big truck
Big pain
Pig shit
Down drain
Pig man
Slick fat
Spit drip
Greased ash
You put poison in my blood
That i can’t get out
All the things I’ve washed of my skin
Coming back through the shower head
Dead frog
Dead bird
Fish eye
Outturned
Outnumbered
These days
Trapped in
Shit maze
Black stone
Blackrock
Black t-shirt
On top
A crag
Of trash
On fire
Your ass
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3. |
The Cup
02:48
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On this train
Is a body I can’t read
Superstition
The blood is staring from the eyes
The mass is sinking
There will be no
In the feeling
There will be no
In the feeling
The cup is being drained and filled
I dreaded
I dreaded
Every art is tired
Every head is leaded
The figures
Of a figure
I’m thinking
The dancing coins
Will automate me
A darkness type of feeling
The body
The body’s up on feelings
Drinking the artificial world
Through a straw
With an artificial body
Made of promises
There will be the self sucking
There will be the car crashes
There will be the death row dreams
There will be another day for you
Breaking it to leave it
It’s a kind of fever
The blinding sea below
Eating the morning light
Face up
Watching
Thinking
Just about another fuck
Who took the sound
Who made the sound unbound
The DJ of unknown
Can I explain
A game of stop and go
A game of provenance
We’ll struggle together
We’ll struggle together
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4. |
A Cure
03:28
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In the shadows
On the ridge
In the basement
I am warped
I am reaching
For condition
I am counting
To be cured
In the kitchen (sick, sick, sick)
In the hallway (sick, sick, wrong)
I can hear you (one, two, three)
Coming through my bones
Riding FM waves in the air
In the grass (ants, ants, fleas)
In the dirt (dead, wet, dreams)
In the shadows (one, two, three)
Shaking like the leaves
Cutting like the cold that morning
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5. |
Nill Arm
03:12
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Vista
Headlands
The silver bay spread out beneath them
Outside is all radiance
Early in the morning and the spring
I try
Since I can't sit at home much longer
Observe the emptiness
Preserve the emptiness
Bedroom
Freedom
20 spiders in my sane book
He no longer needs me
Therefore im taking leave of
This room
To poll the uncertainty
I was high
Wanting to appear less often
Going
Places
Hitting my knee caps with a mallet
I had continued to this day
In every chamber a new torment
Each one more ghastly
You gotta multiply the tortures
I found myself
In an inhospitable building of
My design
I hit myself with a white hot needle
I decried
All the cowards with their reverb
I design
Motherfucking big needles
I decline
Any discussions about the future
I tried
The bottomless abyss of horror
I decline
Everything rhetorical
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6. |
All That I Want
04:00
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It’s so funny
How it all came
Down on me
You kept on walking
Kept on spinning
As I sunk
To the bottom
Of the sea
And I was wrong
Again
Violence calls on me
I slip and fall
And fall again
All that I want
Is fading from me now
All that I want
Is fading from me
Fading from me
It's so funny
How you said that
Shit to me and
Left me wretched
Left me retching
Underneath
Jacaranda trees
But you were wrong
Again
Your tortured energy
A wrecking ball
A lion’s den
All that I want
Is fading from me now
All that I want
Is fading from me
Fading from me
But you don’t know the things
That I
Don’t dream of
A pariah dog
Is satisfied
With the scraps it feeds on
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7. |
Dogtracking
03:01
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I think
I could
Easily
Betray
Everything
You gave me
Everything
That made me
I can feel it
That I left
The door unlocked
And the oven on
And the candles lit
They've got me
Biting sugarcubes
Throwing bricks
Off the overpass
Into the emptiness
Out of the orchard
Into your windshield
Read the note tied to it
It says I told you this would happen
It says I told you but you didn’t listen
I can feel it
I can feel it
I can feel it
Shards in the carpet
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8. |
The Flood
02:38
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Out of the orchard
Into the flood
Gallons of runoff
Filling our lungs
We were just floating
Feeling the rain
My entire life
I’ve just tried to relate
My entire life
And the silt in your teeth
People have so much to say about struggle
No one has nothing to say
Back on the bridge
With our crosswords and puzzles
Waiting for the water to drain
Everyone has so much to say about struggle
No one has nothing to say
My entire life
Floating away
My entire life
Just shut the fuck up
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9. |
Be Careful
05:51
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The haven round the self
Is only the self
To say goodbye
Is the last skill
I don’t need this anymore
I don’t need this anymore
The same tithe
The plane
I feel awake
I feel awake
Goose feathers
And cracked leather
Talking to the guys with the punk overtones
The boxes of bullets
Sleeping on the floor
The higher powers
Always boarding me up
We made some progress
We looked at demons
We booked the lake house
Forever thinking
“Is it my turn?”
“Tomorrow.”
I appreciate the thought
More tests, sure
That’s what they do
They give you the test again
More tests
What can you do with more human clarity
It’s just an observation
Be careful who you do away with
Be careful what you do away with
Be careful your thought
Be careful your primitive
And junk
And junk in stead the feeling
That you could have had
Or wish again for the feeling
That you have never had
If you know something that you don’t
Or you know something that you don’t
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