Made this song for a dance party that I'm going to.

LYRICS:

Red Dye 40
Ay ay ay
Time to visit Corky
My my my

Benevolent days to bitter months
Crave a sicky sweet punch
I gotta get that sugar on my tongue
Man this cup it weighs a ton
Hard to lift it while I run
Nana give those gummies to the young
Don't worry the purse has some
Nana give those gummies to the young.

Alex came so soon and then
She went and brought Julian
Where's my synonym?
Lovely bubbly robust in a tin
All I want is red cream soda again

44oz.
Sip and cry
Attraction
Liquid alive

All different types but I'll have just one
Selfish sucking air at the bottom
Fill a tummy till a life goes numb
Almighty Plastic tube feel my lungs
Fluorescent lights at a gas station
Fluorescent lights shining on infusions
Fluorescent lights at a gas station
Fluorescent lights shining on everyone

Alex came so soon and then
She went and brought Julian
Where's my synonym?
Lovely bubbly robust in a tin
All I want is Red Cream Soda again

Red Cream Soda

Like a flower bed with blight
Like a handshake with no right.
Never mentioned, never tried.
You need things I can’t provide

No, I never could quite
Seem to jury rig my might
Even through years gone by
No one wants a man who whines

What am I made of?
Of is hard to describe.
Someone out there knows it.
You’ll ask & he’ll reply

Like the moon without sunshine
Like surfing without the pine
Even with unlimited time
I would never make you mine.

No, I never could quite
Control what would incite
My clipping R Waves in their heights
Or what reminds me of you. What a plight!

What am I made of?
‘Of’ is hard to describe.
Someone out there knows it,
Can explain & tell you why.

What am I made of?
Of is hard to describe.
Forget that, all I know is
I couldn’t be the head of a wife.
I couldn’t be the head of your life.

LYRICS

I write songs about you with my capo on the fourth fret
They’re not songs that I can easily forget.
I write songs about you they get stuck in my head.
I’ll hum some other tune & live in that instead.

You hold your left shoulder a bit higher than your right,
and your head also favors that side.
The flagrum whips and lands behind,
And I wrap the contusions like gauze with your tie.

Move on, and I won’t be alright.

Lean into me when you laugh, but you do it everyone.
Should I make her laugh again? Am I another moron?
Sundown greeted the son, in the ninth hour God’s will was done.
But I think of earthly things, God please tell me how come?

You hold your left shoulder a bit higher than your right,
It’s the one that rested on my side.
The flagrum whips and lands behind,
And I wrap the contusions like gauze with your tie.

Move on, and I should be fine.

I write songs about you with my capo on the fourth fret.
They’re not songs that I can easily forget.
I wrote this one too it was stuck in my head.
But I am changing my tune, it won’t be as often.

Capo On The Fourth Fret

Lyrics: 

I already see you in half of my week, so why not make it the whole thing?
Forever isn’t sweet until you know just what it means. Do you know what it means?
I’ve never been close to a mountain’s peak,
Or the things I want to speak. I want to speak.
I follow the shadows in the indents of your cheeks, and my face stings, my ears ting.

I catch two freckles on your finger’s hide.
Man alive.
I catch two freckles on your finger’s hide.
Man alive.

deep sage green, cute Cotton ball toes, they’re so well hid.
You pummel me, now I’m up against the ropes, go on, take my rib.
I know the lines in your lips-
Where they run to, and when they resist.
Practice a masterful prose, eeesh i messed it up. Tsk tsk tsk
Pilling of her sweater, pick me off and flick
Pilling of a mountain, she’ll hike and I’m stranded.
Pilling of her sweater, the coming last stitch.
Pilling of a mountain. She’ll hike, I insist.

I catch the freckle right below her eye.
Man alive.
I catch the freckle right below her eye.
Man alive.

Sheepy With Footrot releases April 22, 2024
Uncle Dukey Records - 2024

Lab Partner ~ Pilling

This is an Alvvays+Flyte cover of Archie, Marry Me for my mom while she is away. Miss you mom. Love you.

Archie, Marry Me (Cover)

This demo is from a collaboration with pablo the dandelion. 

You can listen to the finished track here: https://hearyou.bandcamp.com/track/scum

Also, here is Animalsweater's Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/91193649

LYRICS: 
reptile disavowed
stenciled in the crowd 
he sticks out like a sore thumb 
they believe him to be scum 
rehabilitate him now 
before the retrograded gown 
comes to take him 
circumvent him 
you'll resent him 
all over again.
you look inside his room
you deny him of the womb
and the emptiness will loom
and a spider's web 
covers the wound
four white walls 
and cobwebs in the corner

Scum (Animalsweater Collaboration Demo)

Here's track three of 'Century Neet'.

Written, produced, & performed by: Jiles Beaver
Release date: January 4, 2019

Lyrics:

This house, these cracked walls. 
Why does it still stand? 
Why shouldn't it just crumble? 
Inside, is it so special? 
If it ever were to fall, would people notice? 
Would they mind at all? 

Will their countenance grimace, 
When the dust hits their face? 
Or will they sob? 
Sob until they're empty. 
Sob until they're empty. 
Just like this house. 

These cracked walls, it might just crumble.

This House

Here's track two of 'Century Neet'.

Written, produced, & performed by: Jiles Beaver
Release date: January 4, 2019

Lyrics:

It didn't break the skin this time. 
It wasn't as bad as it could have been. 
It will bruise over trust me, 
And try to stay away from him. 
He's a bad man. 

He raises us with rough hands. 
Hold off for a while. 
I want you to keep your smile. 

Oh sis, don't worry. 
I'll protect you. 
If I don't wake up one of these times. . . 
Forever I will try. 
But these words could fade while I speak. 
I feel I can't choose if I survive. 

Our dad Emily, 
He acts out violently. 
He loves us I think. . . 

My blood is spread on the surface of the sink. 

He raised us with rough hands. 
Silenced by the rough hands. 
You're alone with rough hands. 
You're afraid of rough hands. 

Sorry I left you. 

I'm sorry I left you, Emily. 

Keep the rough hands calm.

Rough Hands

Here's track one of 'Century Neet'.

Written, produced, & performed by: Jiles Beaver
Release date: January 4, 2019

Gove

Made this real quick for a friend.

LYRICS:
You see them, I see them, the deep sea divers.
Sailing through the dark world in neon lights,
With the proteins that keep them alive.
You do not see me. I do not feel me.
The bulbs that light me body, my movements, and my way, 
The glow that tells you, I would like you to stay
Have fractured under the pressure.
I've swallowed the water, I'm drifting away.
You do not see me. I do not feel me.
You see them, I see them, the deep sea divers.

Proteins

A Simon & Garfunkel cover. 

LYRICS:

I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared,
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places
Only they would know
Lie la lie.

Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores
On Seventh Avenue
I do declare
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there, 
Lie la la lie la 
Lie la la lie la
Lie le le le
Lie la lie

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me
Leading me
Going home
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains, mmm mmm.
Lie la lie

The Boxer (For Cassandra)

Lyrics:

Father hems for him, but hems her into mohair.
Reciting Threaded hymns made daddy such a Huckster.
Oh she’s feeling oh so lousy..
She looks so cute when she’s pouting.
Hang it! The boys are gawsy.
She’s forced to lie in tawdry.
Oh father...
Father’s forming figure eights.
(Look he’s forming figure eights.)
Securing seams of bitter hate.

She was the daughter of a haberdasher
At arm’s length, you know he never reached her
And every time the entry bells din
He pokes his finger with a sewing pin.

A doover, a doodad, a watchamacallit
Daughter dear, You know he’s got it.
But he doesn’t have you anymore
a lost scrap amidst the grandeur.
A motif, she wants to be more.
It’s time to close the store.
She flipped the sign and he locked the door.

So, Who receives the ballyhoo?
Breasts are double breasted suits.
“Lose the silly attitude.”
A noose, he is her button loop.

Father’s caress to a torso form
He never kept his daughter warm.

She was the daughter of a haberdasher
And ever since her leaving, he pokes his finger with a pin.

Daughter Of A Haberdasher

Century Neet is out. So, have a listen!

Download/Stream at the links below. 
(free at bandcamp)

~ Your Lab Partner

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