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raymond and james
01:03
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if there’s a place i’d rather die than be
it’s anywhere with you or anywhere with me
i scream like a child but it’s not that bad you know
dreaming was a lonely art but now we move for show
when they don’t care to learn your name
it’s not how much you know
it’s the quality that makes the mind
and this mind is quality
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sorry you feel that way
01:21
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she’d be on the couch tonight, if we had a couch
i’m locked away in a dark and lonely room for you
your shirt fell behind the bed, it smells like mold
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drug rug
03:18
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every word i’ve never wrote is stuck in time
and today i’ve left alone
and every friend is just a phone right now
life keeps you cold when every night you’re doing time
south africa’s alright for rape and homicide
it’s hard looking back this year
it’s hard keeping touch when everything you love is not real
and life’s a drag when i know you feel for them
but don’t close your eyes
jesus didn’t die for me and he doesn’t give a fuck about you
i don’t want to lose you
just sit around and watch us die
because i’m never gonna let you out of here
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my best face
02:45
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i reach for lines in trees, sometimes I sleep for days
just wake me up and we’ll work something out
i’ll paint these walls for free, my mind will run all night
just think of me when you’re clean and everything’s straight
i smashed the bugs inside to let some new friends crawl
and still can’t believe what my head called a home
you had me at naive but you don’t get a thing
and where were you on my birthday, baby?
i’ll keep you safe if you keep me safe
your world is free and best friends we’ll always be
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david francis morrisey
03:14
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it crawls like a slug in a garden of salt
it used to live on my head
life wasn’t so heavy then
won’t you lend me a hand and sit on my neck
because i could sure use the break
and maybe a broken spine
we’re digging a hole and every day’s a new low
i live for leaving behind
and diet steady on piss and fleas
i gave away my best friend because i can’t love myself
it’s a nervous tic i can’t shake
i hope you understand
it’s hard being the most intelligent, depressed person you know
it’s also a long and lonely fall to the floor of a well sucked dry
when life slows down i’ll think of you biting my ear
when life slows down i’ll think of you but i wasn’t long for here
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the fake boys Lowell, Massachusetts
we're neanderthals writing dirty pop songs, we like video games and dogs, we do what we want, this is thick pop.
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