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LWKY
03:19
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LIFE
WILL
KILL
YOU
I’m having an existential crisis,
Thoughts of dying parents, dead friends
Thinking about time like it’s New Year’s Eve at midnight,
Sober minded clarity like New Year’s Day at sunrise
Asking myself, what’s the point of being alive?
If everything has to someday die
Some say that death gives life meaning,
I’m not so sure about that
I’m not so sure about anything
It’s not a crisis of faith,
It’s a crisis of living
It’s not denial or acceptance,
It’s everlasting melancholy
Life is a blessing,
And the blessing is pain
To live is to love,
And to love is to lose
Funeral scenes playing on repeat,
Nightmarish morbid daydreams
I walk around like a zombie,
In my head, a constant Night of the Living Dead
But not the fun cannibalistic kind,
More like the morose can’t get out of bed type
If grief comes in waves,
I’m drowning
I’m drowning and I’m choking on water
It’s not a crisis of faith,
It’s a crisis of living
It’s not denial or acceptance,
It’s everlasting melancholy
Life is a blessing,
And the blessing is pain
To live is to love,
And to love is to lose
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Reflecting Abscense
02:56
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My mental state is suffering,
Grief blurs my focus and vision
Lost all of my ambition,
Reflecting absence
Now I can’t stop counting,
Can’t stop obsessing
Obsessing over time,
Over time passing
My mind keeps spinning in circles,
Reflecting absence
Now I dwell on future certainties,
Dwell on guaranteed unknowns
I dwell on my anxieties,
Reflecting absence
This self-inflicted suffering,
Isn’t what anyone wanted
This sorrow is so useless,
The pity is pathetic
It blinds the magic of moments,
Rejecting absence
It’s time to start living,
It’s time to stop dwelling
It’s time to stop forgetting,
The privilege of living
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Yellow hair in the carpet,
A subtle reminder of the happiest boy who ever did live
We don’t need no reminding,
No one could forget the happiest boy who ever did live
I miss your breath,
Rubbing your chest
The happiest boy who ever did live
It was Marley and me,
Happy as can be
Even though we always knew the ending
A gentle giant afraid of the dark,
The happiest boy who ever did live
The kindest soul I’ll ever know,
The happiest boy who ever did live
The stars in the sky burn extra bright,
The happiest boy has died
It was Marley and me,
Happy as can be
Even though we always knew the ending
It was Marley and me,
It was Marley and me
Marley and me,
It was Marley and me
Marley and me,
It was Marley and me
May his memory be a blessing
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Dipierro's Hit
02:46
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The earth is on fire,
We are slowly burning
Choking on smoke,
We are barely breathing
Once in a lifetime events,
Have become routine occurrences
There’s a fire in the echo chamber
Let it burn, let it fucking burn
Our future has just one guarantee,
Loss is the only certainty
Once in a lifetime events,
Have become routine occurrences
There’s a fire in the echo chamber
Let it burn, let it fucking burn
They’re pro-life,
They’re for the living
They're pro-suffering,
Slow suffering for the economy
For the economy,
They sold our autonomy for the economy
The suffering is the point,
The cruelty is the point
The suffering is the point,
The cruelty is the point
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5. |
Social Socialist
01:35
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She found her identity,
in Instagram infographs,
Acronyms and buzzwords,
Define her friendships
Yeah, it’s for a social cause,
A cause to socialize
She’s a social socialist,
Capitalizing on social capital
If you keep talking shit,
Your mouth will be full of it
He found his voice,
In the algorithm’s feed
He found his purpose,
Sharing selfies
Clever captions,
Begging for reactions
He’s a social socialist,
Thoughts empty and meaningless
If you keep talking shit,
Your mouth will be full of it
If you shit where you eat,
You’ll be eating shit
If you shit where you eat,
You’ll be full of shit
If you keep talking shit,
Your mouth will be full of it
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Step outside,
Clear your head
Take a walk,
Get perspective
Touch some grass,
Breathe it in
Your insignificance,
Is significant
We’re not special,
That’s just how it is
We’re so small,
Just grains of dirt
Life’s a joke,
So, laugh at it
It’s a joke,
So, crack the fuck up
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Heavy For Real
01:45
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If Heaven isn’t real,
Then how did you come to be?
If God isn’t real,
Then how did you come to me?
If heaven is real,
Then how did you leave?
If God is real,
Then how did you cease to be?
How am I supposed to go on?
Without your memory becoming a eulogy
How am I supposed to grow old?
Without watching you grow older
I guess I’ll just go on,
Even though it feels wrong
I guess I’ll just live,
Even if you’re gone
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8. |
Fragile Egos
02:37
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When the dust settles,
Your anger won’t matter no more
When the ship comes in,
It won’t matter what happened
When the song is sung,
There will only be one decision
When the sun sets,
Forgiveness won’t be a regret
Egos talking when it should’ve been your heart,
Egos talking when it should’ve been your heart
As your last act,
Nears its descent
When you take your bow,
Will you pause for applause?
When the curtains have closed,
And won’t come up again
Will the performance have been worth it,
When your story ends?
Egos talking when it should’ve been your heart,
Egos talking when it should’ve been your heart
Fragile egos for our delicate minds,
Fragile egos standing in our way
Fragile egos for our delicate minds,
Fragile egos standing in our way
Let’s leave those fragile egos behind,
Let’s leave those fragile egos in our wake
Egos talking when it should’ve been your heart,
Egos talking when it should’ve been your heart
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As I grow older and more honest,
My dreams become much more modest
What’s happening to me?
What’s happening to my dreams?
My ever-growing list of responsibilities,
Preparing, saving for the inevitability
The reality of responsible mortality
Your imperfections are perfection to me,
Our lives more American than a school shooting
High-capacity magazines,
On summer clearance sale annually
We’ll sell our lies,
We’ll sell our beliefs
After all we’re living the American Dream,
The American Dream is a shopping mall
As nothing goes according to plan,
We’ll crowd source our health insurance
No retirement,
We’ll watch the news as entertainment
Twenty-four-hour coverage of tragedies,
Our background noise
Our conversation piece,
We’ll be content with content
Your imperfections are perfection to me,
Our lives more American than a school shooting
High-capacity magazines,
On summer clearance sale annually
We’ll sell our lies,
We’ll sell our beliefs
After all we’re living the American Dream,
The American Dream is a shopping mall
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10. |
Shatner In Space
01:09
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Like Shatner in space,
I can see everything
And I feel empty,
I am floating
And I am empty
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11. |
Infinitely Beyond
07:12
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Racecar hospital beds,
Rocketship MRI machines
Bright colors and a pleasant nurse,
In the land of disbelief
When you were born,
I came alive
You were supposed to be with me,
Until the day I died
Bad news is always a phone call away,
Bad news is always a matter of time
All we have is today,
So, breathe slow and don’t watch the clock
When you were born,
I came alive
You gave me purpose,
A reason to survive
If love is worry,
I’m eternally heartsick
If the heart needs,
The heart will bleed
If the heart hurts,
The heart works
If the heart beats,
The heart will bleed
When you were born,
I came alive
Which each heartbeat,
I thrived
An old soul,
With a child’s spine
Your words have more faith,
Than the historic divine
This world may be unkind and cruel
We’re closer to heaven by knowing you
Because of you,
I believe in infinity
Because of you,
Each breath has meaning
In spite of everything,
I know we'll be together again someday
In spite of the pain,
I know we’ll be together again someday
I have to believe,
In spite of everything
I have to believe,
In spite of the pain
We keep going,
We keep living
In spite of the pain,
In spite of everything
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Sally Draper Edison, New Jersey
Punk Thin Lizzying since 2016.
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