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Mintstop 1
04:40
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I wish I was cool enough to be places
I wish I had a voice that was wanted
I hate crumbling in the heat of your faces
And mumbling for my need to feel hunted
Your bubbles turn my fingers to bone
And my spine keeps shrinking
I’d jump to trade my skin for a home
And a time without winking
Your mumbles cast my singer to stone
In my mind it’s blinking
The clump my brain has hid in his dome
With a crime about thinking
Looking down on collective smiles
Where I’ve never been a thought
Crawling through glass for miles
Just to end up getting caught
On my eroding tongue
On my blistered thumb
I’m right
I’m right
I’m right here
Here is the worst place I’ve been
Drowning under rocks of kin
All your webbing rips my skin
Is cross hatched brittle and thin
I want to be in your spin
But my voice can’t break the wind
Or begin
(Why can’t I just combine, they don’t want me, it’s not fine. Why can’t I cry)
(I don’t know why I can’t speak, my mouth is open. I don’t know why I can’t see where I’m choking. I don’t know why I won’t know why)
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2. |
Mintstop 2
07:00
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You’re tired of laying down staring through the sky all day
I wanna hear that sound, your sun exploding cry turn gray
You can’t take off that gown. I wanna watch you die, shave, pray
I need to feel the ground. I keep bouncing off your eye that way
I wanna hold a boy
You wanna be his toy
Hell’s comin boys
Hell’s comin close
Hell’s comin boys
Hell always knows
I’ve fallen in
I’m tired and thin
Don’t take my feet
Don’t take my sleep
I want to be there on your cloud
You want to be theirs on the ground
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3. |
Mintstop 3
04:48
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Melt foot corner bound loser
Itch arm shut eyes for too long
Your loose tooth apples are podding
Scratching, skipping to their flesh song
I wasn’t even there
I’ve never been there
No one’s ever cared
How would they care
Rope tied with mirrored face and stitches
Magnet flesh but minds the same
You miss cracks when that’s where flowers bloom
A distant desire to change your name
Cut rope stripped throats bruising
Eye suns cheek salts reflection
You hate your face and you want your seven years
Or to regain that urge of protection
I wasn’t even there
I’ve never been there
No one’s ever cared
How would they care
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4. |
Reef
03:04
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Body of oil
Tainted soil
What we’re doing
Could it be right?
Freedom of palm trees
Shaving off your knees
As long as they’re moving
And singing our songs
Tying tongues lightly
Cloaking unsightly
They won’t go looking
If they think there’s no light
Body of oil
Tainted soil
What we’re doing
How could it be wrong?
The sand is all consuming we’ve got nothing to breathe nowhere to go
Roses may be blooming but their eyes can only see what they’re shown
Trample memories topple thought can fire fought wars ever regrow
Chanting “envy!” as they stomp on mothers shops oh what do we know
Molded lies
Poisoned youth and poisoned gloves
Burrowed in our sum
Burn the sky
Burn the mighty gods above
What have they done
If we die
We’ll go out with our thumbs
Buried in their tongues
If we try
We’ve (weave) everything to be won
Only pillars will (we’ll) be gone
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5. |
Farmhoods
01:28
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Cry me a mother
Love like a river
Drown me in the spit and the spitter
Glue me a pasture
To fuse my fractures
Carry me on top of your shoulders and after
We’ll all bow to our lovers
Chew off the covers
Sink into flashing bulbs of a million colors
It drowns me
Then gives me
Buoyancy
It blinds me
Reminds me
It’s hiding
It hugs you
It loves you
It wants you
Then shields
Then seals
Why feel
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I love you
Screen boy, impatient
I want you
Though I would hate it
Why won’t you
Hit me, hurt me
Cry for you
Bent lost on my knees
I scrape the bone
In holy home
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7. |
Paper Skies
03:51
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I want to hold your hand
And spit through the sand
I want to mold our lake
Give them something to take
Make us
Make us
I wanna be in your dust
Take us
Take us
Through the sea into rust
Make us
Make us
I’m finally me in your trust
Makes us
Makes us
Men decreed of disgust
When will this come crumbling down
When will we deserve the ground
Why can’t you hear that horrible sound
Oh what a beautiful moonlight
It smells like shit inside this mask
I’m losing all sense of my mass
Every stone could be my last
Oh what a beautiful moonlight
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8. |
Oh Great Eye Above
04:25
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I can’t see
Your eyes or trees
I can’t think
I can’t sink
I don’t know where to move
Hold me please
I can’t feel my knees
I just wanna go to sleep
I wanna be a sheep
Locked into the grooves
I burn for a parallel form
In turn the sand scorns
I finally found my way to your mouth
My tiny weathered fingers will sprout
Into our home
And through tower and dome
Am I really so awful and sick
That I should beat my head with a brick
I want to just give you my all
And let your clouded hands catch my fall
But I’m too weak
To move my screen
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9. |
Waterfall Song
03:36
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Well there it goes
I lost our net when we lost our clothes
As I implode
Floating in nothing where there used to be a road
I’m reaching out as far as my arm can go
Towards some string in a pillar of snow
What i’d give for a second
Of measurable action
Against the manly faction in me
If I’m here can I touch it
I want to push and rush it
For us there is no luscious of seam
I will crumble under water
As fire is the potter
And wire is our daughter at sea
I want to be yours forever
Two signs for stormy weather
I want every second for pleasure
In my bones in your screen in my ice cream
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10. |
Worms on My Screen
04:47
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A man of silence threw himself into the mudded sun
Crushed by the sky, this string of implosions has just begun
This is what you asked for
Do you like what you asked for
A floating siren blew the ear drums of a million men
A trampoline bore six feet deep into the earth for them
Trading words like landslide
Watching birds fly too high
Dreams of twine
Punished by wine
Cast to grape
Stripped of shape
Dragged through thorns
Burning red forms
Shave your mind
Free of mirrored kind
Is that really a worm on my screen
Worms on my screen
Worms on everything
Is that really a worm on my screen
Or am I just seeing things
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11. |
Humdinger 2
02:56
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I’m here now
You can take off your whisper shield
I’m pure now
I don’t desire to feel
I’m tired
And my feet are glued to the sky
Our wires
Have tangled up and died
Dear god
I don’t know what to do
Dear god
Let me shave off my knees for you
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