beach life in death

he's not with us anymore.

(rest easy)

do not disturb him while he's sleeping
he's dreaming of doing terrible things
and his dreams are broadcast on TV
though, this show's a little tacky

there's no need for medicine when I've got you
how can I say that when I already knew?
don't check the weather cos we're not going out tonight

you know, I hate to do it like this
our lives lived out in public
they caught it on the dashcam
saying this is who I am
standing on the pavement, both arms aching
let's do this again sometime

there's no need for medicine when I've got you
how can I say that when I already knew?
don't check the weather cos we're not going out tonight

there's no need for medicine when I've got you
how can I say that when I already knew?
don't check the weather cos we're not going out tonight

Dashcam

HA HA HA HA! No transition
I'm a man on a mission
No pain in a pan in the kitchen
Mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah start kissin'
It's official. I love attention (Ha, ha, ha, ha!)
No pain in a pan in the kitchen
Mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah start kissin'
Eye-line girl into Bass Pro fishin'

Uh, they're all painting me stupid
Uh, long in the front like I'm Snoopy
Uh, don't say anything moving
Uh, I like her rolls like lumpia

(Ah, ah, ah)
Kevin alone like Macaulay Culkin
Your lies aren't you onta somethin'
All fake Ks like Oli London

Sometimes I say things that I don't believe in
Just to get into people's brains
And I have spread into lethal range
Sometimes I talk on things I have no degrees in
For no reason
Complex Napolean

See you this evening
I see you this evening
Like seasons I change and I age and I weaken
I passed her by, so just call me a deacon
Feel like Gaston with music from Sweden
Sometimes, I'm talking without meaning
Sometimes, I'm thinking without speaking
And sometimes I forget to say bye before I start leaving

Disintegrate, disassociate
Nothing's real. Don't create
No expressions-every face
Embrace nothing, leave no trace

Build our cities, fight the wars
Dance and sing, pandering (pandering)
All the while, we cannot shake
The nagging sense it's all a fake

Scurry, hustle, chase success
Trapped up in a horrid mess
Efforts frail, ambitions grand
watch him eat the specks of sand

He needs it by the month
He needs it by the month
He's from the South
He usually tells buddy to go back inside his house

(Hey, hey, look at me)
(Thanks)

HA HA HA HA! No transition
I'm a man on a mission
No pain in a pan in the kitchen
Mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah start kissin'
It's official. I love attention (Ha, ha, ha, ha!)
No pain in a pan in the kitchen
Mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah start kissin'
Eye-line girl into Bass Pro fishin'
Uh, they're all painting me stupid
Uh, long in the front like I'm Snoopy
Uh, don't say anything moving
Uh, I like her rolls like lumpia

(Ah, Ah, Ah Ahhh!) Cool new things I do
Haven't been outside
How is the sky because I think it's blue?

Let me just say let me just say something
Got one day and you all did nothing
Some of you need to meet me outsideeeeee
Okay, I'm just bluffin'
Follow my arrow like Musgrave loving
Get an A+ cause I gave something
So bored, I might just copy myself
We're jumping
We're punching
We're pulling seduction

You're bragging about cuffing season (Golden retriever...)
But your boyfriend's ugly
No money monsters looking like Michael and Sully
You aren't funny
And If you rate girls, then you won't find anyone loving
I like to go out the country
I got a two hundred quintillion inside my duffel
You know im not fronting, uh

NO TRANSITION

Dear Evelyn
I am
Not gonna send this letter
No love
Was given to me off of a silver spoon
So I learned how to savor off a blade
We both know I don't move how I used to move
Love me just the same
Love me just the same
I wrote you a song
You didn't sing it back
I wrote you another song
And you're singing it wrong
Woke up today (Good morning!)
(I just want to go back to sleep) I just need more time
I wrote you a third song, fourth song
Fourth time, four eyes
See you on the courtside
Swing and a miss
I laugh at you
Had to (Hold still!)
(1, 2,3!) I'm still mad at you
Let me go back to the past
(Slap!)
I just slapped past you
(Hold st-Hold)
Still woke up today (Good mo-)
(Just wanna go back to sleep)
I memorize the patterns of your teeth and your anatomy
I'd rather dream
It's easier than unraveling why you do not grab at me
Cause I'm the only one obsessed with you who doesn't have to be
I'm cool
You're cool
We're cool
So why isn't this happening?
I'm actually matter-of-factly perplexed so this is sadden-
I wrote you a song
You didn't sing it back
I wrote you another song
And you're singing it wrong
Woke up today (Good morning!)
(I just want to go back to sleep) I just need more time
I wrote you a third song, fourth song
Fourth time, four eyes
See you on the courtside
Swing and a miss
I laugh
At you
Had to (Hold still!)
(1, 2,3!) I'm still mad at you
Let me go back to the past
(Slap!)
I just slapped past you
(Hold st-Hold Still)
(Ill ill ill ill ill ill ill)
(Ill ill ill ill ill ill ill ill)
(Ill ill ill ill ill ill ill ill)
(Ill ill ill ill ill ill ill ill)
Hold still

Hold Still!

C'mon to the corner watch me hit these tricks
I went out on a regular Tuesday and
I fell in love with a tipsy witch
A don dada dumb dancing ditsy witch
I can dance, I can dance, I can dance till I fall
And I fell on my face in her place I recall
And I set up a date but she thinks it's to hang
Who cares about chance at least we're alone and we'll dance

What is that allusion to?
I'm a student too
If ya read, I read up before you
And I salute your love
You inscrutable stranger Camus made up
Sucks to suck
I just muck while I try to sway and sway to songs
I never play when alone
Conduct me a way i deduct you would hope
Wrong song. I'm stuck on my own

Came to the party with a shovel
You could really say I'm backhoe
Wanna give you king and a castle
But I dispute your love
Silly beautiful girl like the moon above
Sucks to suck
I just muck while I try to play and play to ways
you'd think I'd think when alone
Conduct me a way i deduct you would hope
God awful. I'm stuck on my own

On the way out. Don't let me get hit by the backdoor
Hope to see you back at your place or a dancefloor
Don't make plans but demand more
I don't have much to stand for
Can more people like me even though I'm different
And isn't it a gift to be a one without equivalents
Difference is that I don't know where similar's significant
And I'm not deliberately blissfully too ignorant to ask you to

C'mon to the corner watch me hit these tricks
I went out on a regular Tuesday and
I fell in love with a tipsy witch
A don dada dumb dancing ditsy witch
I can dance, I can dance, I can dance till I fall
And I fell on my face in her place I recall
And I set up a date but she thinks it's to hang
Who cares about chance at least we're alone and we'll dance

Honey, just give me one chance
I'm funny. I'm punny. I make good money
And my jokes make you roll like a ragdoll dummy
And I don't need shades but it's always sunny with you (with you!)
Now I gotta get to running
Now the waters getting muddied
Now I gotta get a lucky putting
If I swing and miss then I'll stop
I know you're always with the
scummy bummy crummy kinda guys
you should bunny up and just hop
I'm in the gully gotta study
I'll get bloody if I have to
I need to learn when to pop
Sit down with you
throw stones, share records
my god girl you know rock

I got a lot on my mind
Can't walk by the clock cause I can't
I got a lot on my mind
Can't walk by the clock cause I can't pass the time
I'm fine. I'm lying. I'm incredibly off it
I turn red to the heat-raw crawfish
Need solace. Got a cold? Better cough it up
I bluff too cause I got it tough
I messed up, and I say that I didn't
I want a chance. Can we please just dance?

C'mon to the corner watch me hit these tricks
I went out on a regular Tuesday and
I fell in love with a tipsy witch
A don dada dumb dancing ditsy witch
I can dance, I can dance, I can dance till I fall
And I fell on my face in her place I recall
And I set up a date but she thinks it's to hang
Who cares about chance at least we're a-

C'mon!

I saw twenty seven bodies when at Grand Lake
They were dropped
Unless getting shot
I felt panic for the plot
I went to the spot
They did not ask me for ID
There was not a single cop
Even near the liquor shop
Pop pop! close the door on me and get your fingers caught
Knock knock! In control like a top stock stopcock
Hot like a wok and you're following me
Like a shepherd with his flock
But I'm like a master lock

Can't copy! They're playing with their money all sloppy
Like monopoly. Nobody can stop me
I'm paparazzi the way I flash, snap no floppy
I could buy old school Atari

Running out of energy. No triple-A
I feel myself slip away
Shot in the dark. Made it ricochet
I can't scrub away my past
I'll probably end up double-A
And fail tryna run away with a priming double date

Uh, give all of my orders like a mandate
Stoop myself so I can think
Now I can't stand straight
We can't talk
We don't think the same and I can't translate
I don't think it can wait
I got manmade struggles handmade
Things you cannot patch up with a band-aid
Things that you cannot patch up with fanmail and grants paid
Demands made that without a plan I can't change
Damn straight

And I talk like I'm in La Folie
And I take the recognition like R.O.C
Do things myself to keep my R.O.E high
Know my trajectory like stars know the sky

But I don't know anything else about myself
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if I'll end up on the shelf

CAN'T COPY

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This is our fourth record, Post-Heroic. It's available now on CD via Bandcamp here: 

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