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No Reminders
04:45
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I knew a man threw all his old calendars in the lake
mine are all still on the wall taking space
we all expire, we all expire
don't hang around until you're a memorial
Stacking stones all around, make a firepit
Build higher and higher, 'til it tumbles in
Fill it with newspapers and calendars
Anything with a date, no reminders
No reminders
We still measure time as if it were meaningful
All we really have is what's in front of us
Memories are nice, photos collecting dust
All we really have it's what's in front of us
No reminders
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2. |
Blue Skies
03:21
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Feeling cursed, rather not feel anything
Cursing feelings, cursing everyone I see
Climbed a tree, got as high as I could
Chopped it down, there were splinters everywhere
Blue skies today
Not enough
I close my eyes
Planting seeds, now just waiting for the spring
Cursing feelings cursing everything
Blue skies today
Not enough
I close my eyes
Blue skies today
Not enough
I close my mind
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3. |
Two Things at Once
03:20
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I can’t do two things at once
I hate this shit
Is everyone else this fucked up
I get so mad about things I shouldn’t be
About to snap
Shouldn’t be this way
I always feel about to break
Except when I’m broke already
I can’t mix work and dad
I hate myself for getting so mad
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4. |
A Few Seconds
03:21
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If I had to do it over again maybe I wouldn’t
At least one of us is always on the edge or over it
It’s not bad all of the time
Good days happen
but it’s never not on my mind
There’s not enough of them
Waiting for a hole
In the clouds that never end
Waiting for Months
It’s not bad all of the time
Good days happen
but it’s never not on my mind
for more than a few seconds
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5. |
Interface
03:31
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I’m not allowed to say I don’t know
only I’ll find out
and get back to you
Just smart enough to ask a machine
some question
it can understand and answer
I’m not allowed to say I don’t know
only I’ll find out
and get back to you
I’m part machine
An interface, a means to an end
I’m ready for the end
I’m ready
I’m part machine
Waiting to be replaced
Waiting
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We’re running out of time
It’s naive to think there’s anything left
Living well through this decline
doesn’t feel right, but I’m not sure what else to do
There’s enough, there’s enough
to feel bad about
Does it matter how we die?
Should I feel embarrassed about how I spend my last days
Not to say we shouldn’t try
but if you don’t I won’t hold it against you
There’s enough, there’s enough
to feel everything at once
Just because it’s all downhill from here
That don’t mean we can’t have a little fun
There’s nothing wrong with laughing
through your tears
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7. |
Oh No
03:25
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8. |
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Socks and underwear and other intimates
touching places that shouldn’t be shared
(Once) I said something I shouldn’t have
My regret didn’t bring it back
Once it's said it can't be unsaid
Once it's out it can't be put back in
There are some wounds, that don't really heal
Scabs turn to scars are memories
Scabs turn to scars are memories
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Grass Jaw Ithaca, New York
Grass Jaw is Brendan Kuntz. He lives in Ithaca, NY, after a long residency in NJ. He's played drums in eighteenhundredandfrozetodeath.bandcamp.com (and other associated projects) for two decades.
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