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let's relate
03:53
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how do you identify? how do you i.d.?
are you something fashion wild?
talk to me talk talk talk to me
i want to objectify, i want to object
are you something fashion free?
talk to me talk talk talk to me
amalgam, i think that you're great, let's relate
i already like you i like that you like you i think that you're great i want to relate
i want to be modified, i want to diverge, are you something aliquot?
talk to me talk talk talk to me
how do you identify? how do you i.d.?
are you something fashion wild?
talk to me talk talk talk to me
amalgam, i think that you're great, let's relate
i already like you i like that you like you i think that you're great i want to let's relate
readings of scorpion collage in my Ménilmontant atelier
summer sobbing in the Père Lachaise sending clicking sounds into the void
till i was clear of all reflexive anger and the dodgy 'hate you' song
it felt chill to be a failure though i've been a deprivation too long
let's relate
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"it's different for girls they've got sensitive language they've built miles of defenses they're not numbed by oppression
it's different for girls from when they are children they're depersonalized aggressively objectified
they want to make a scene they want to be adored and then they want to be left alone when they get bored with that
it's different for girls they are mercurial creatures not a masculine dissonance or sexual currency"
though some women are demons all of them are gods
though some demons are women
for every one psycho bitch there's ten thousand agro pricks it's different for girls
"it's different for girls they don't spit on the street they don't piss on the seat they don't have to size up every person they meet
or create an elite or poison the game so no one else can compete
they like chaos and mystery and they like to combine them
sometimes they act crazy but that doesn't define them
it's different for girls they're not expected to fight they're expected to sit and take some lesser man's shit though it don't feel right"
though some women are demons all of them are god
though some demons are women
for every one psycho chick there's ten thousand hateful pricks it's different for girls
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gratuitous abysses
04:11
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am i on the verge of a really big breakthrough or just another meltdown?
gratuitous abysses
i've been looking for my friend she became an ocean just to watch me drown
gratuitous abysses
staying in touch is making us boring, voiceless is underrated, i think it's dumb and i really hate it
i must vilify us to make you special, i know my compass is beyond retrieval, i'm just 'illuminations' and 'flowers of evil'
like a flittering squirming dying insect you got glued to your ceiling
gratuitous abysses
i know i'm as rotten as a Chytilovián Daisy but i still got feelings
gratuitous abysses
staying connected is making us stupid i want a new grid a swinish fury but since our schism it's all so blurry
we're all dolled up for gratuitous abysses you're on her perch and looking sallow i want to kiss you but you know i'm so shallow
staying in touch is making us boring, voiceless is underrated, i think it's dumb and i really hate it
i must vilify us to make you special, i know my compass is beyond retrieval, i'm just 'illuminations' and 'flowers of evil'
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my fair lady
04:25
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my lady's back at home cutting herself and sending me photographs
she was a friend to me she was a friend
back at home dismantling our love at the request of other people
back at home dismantling our love killing it to please other people
she was a friend to me she was a friend
because you've been so damaged i have to give all the love that was meant for you to somebody else
because you've been so abused i have to give all the love that was meant for you to some other girl
she courts calamities i'm embarrassed to admit it's traumatized me
i'm ashamed to admit your mind has traumatized me
you were a friend you were a friend you were a friend to me
oh won't you come around? won't you change?
not for me but for you for yourself oh can't you can't you change?
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les chants de maldoror
06:04
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should i watch some Fassbinder to grow more connected to you?
you know i never believed in us we're just too degraded to be true
degraded, look at you,degraded, what can i do?
oh we only act nicely when we're ruining hotel beds
i greeted you in a hundred doorways,Maldoror chanting in your head cause you're so degraded
look at you, degraded, what can i do?
did something shocking happen when you were just a kid?
i wonder if you'll ever see yourself, it probably wouldn't matter if you did cause
you're so degraded,look at you, degraded, what can i do?
our love was a purity until mundanity struck
i guess that last time in Capitol Hill will be our farewell fuck
cause you're so degraded,look at you, degraded, what can i do?
cookie...
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a sport and a pastime
04:33
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i wanna belong to you i wanna be yours i don't wanna be mine anymore i wanna be yours
i wanna lose my ego i wanna be possessed by you i don't care about my freedom i just want to be yours yours only yours
i was twitching while you painted your eyes feeling all lit up inside like the torches on Saint John's Eve
and i wanted to be wealth to you cause you're above you're above you're above you are above
my love above you're the only bitty that i ever cream of
i wanna belong to you i wanna be yours i don't wanna live in fantasies i wanna be yours
i want to lose my identity i want to become one with you i don't care about myself anymore i just want to be yours yours only yours
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ambassador bridge
03:37
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when Sarah comes down when Sarah comes down
when Sarah comes down from Detroit i'll exhume myself and meet her
till the day she's here i'll stay underground
i don't have to feel evil any more and i'm happier when she's around
when Sarah comes down when Sarah comes down
when Sarah comes down from Detroit i'll exhume myself and meet her
till the day she comes i'll stay underground
i don't have to feel guilty any more and i'm something better when she's around
Sarah come down Sarah come down
Sarah come down from Detroit
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def pacts
05:02
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of course this world would be better without you
this is try for most everyone or at least people like us
but you can't really martyr yourself when no one gives a fuck
stop acting like a victim stop conceding defeat
it's so tedious to watch someone you care for keep failing themselves
you've been dead twice before but it didn't really change you
someone's always there to save you and then help you clean up the mess, you're a mess
i like how you're ugly, do i like you too much to really tell you what you're most needing to hear?
christ your such a sadness
won't you be good to me? won't you be fair?
won't you be sweet, won't you always be there?
won't you always be there?
i think you're just looking for a reason to go off the rails, start another bender,
to wound yourself, though it's never critical
you called me two weeks later to get some sort of closure
so you wouldn't have to feel like such a pig
but i think you should feel that way because you are one, maybe we both are
i know that someone else's pain is never interesting
yeah other people's suffering is so boring
but i hope you realize that i could never hate you
look to survive in this world you don't have to become a parasite
you don't have to be so mercenary so cruel
i'm only just now learning this myself
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chaos arpeggiating
05:54
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Mountain City yellows they're not on the grounds they're in the wall
this loneliness is so distracting i'm barely missing you at all
will i survive the Easter in this sloughy womb of noxious isolation? no
i can feel the sabers now in my illusionary casket
now your charming little virus is getting all your attention
as i drag my chair up to the window to absorb some solar lashings
it's your saint's name day tomorrow but last year's paper wasps they are not living anymore
why should i be scorned like some catalyst for famines when it's me who's been exiled in apartments?
oh must i always be chaos arpeggiating?
Mountain City yellows i see them glitching through the floor
the minotaur of self abuse can't pick himself up anymore
your last violent freak out was a eulogy to us
i was truly touched that you still cared enough to throw psychotic fits
and now i'm sparring with the no one, the void, the vacuum of conscience
as i mine the rust of my celebrity with snarls and mock laughter
i have the sense that you're wanting me to chase you
but what's the point? we can't be together without starting a row
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nursing slopes
04:17
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i know what it says about me, that i hate myself less for what i did to you and more for what has become of us
naturally i'm anxious and unstable knowing i'm lost to my best friend though i see you almost every day
in my cracked kingdom in my terror hive of brutal nostalgia
on some self imposed house arrest of the mind that's useless
trying to numb the fear, the fear, that deforms the negatives and makes all memories pathetic, so pathetic
i have no charm to win you back, the anthers drained, the feria is over
of what sweetness still remains, i can't trust myself
oh the complex codes, the polymorphic addled führer of our arrangement
i'm lost to my best friend though i see you almost every day
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trashed exes
04:15
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the problem is a different girl, an Athenian beach-goth
we have so much to live for but living is not one of your talents
you you were just slumming it with me, you faked it, i was your slum
now i can't even talk to you, easy rider see whatcha done done
Gabrielle, i met the plague of you, l'appel du vide of your trashed exes
i felt like Antonin Artaud because i refused to cry
i saw our withering and thought "how romantic"
i saw our withering and thought "i'm glad"
did you really try to love me? that doesn't sound like you
no not you
now that i am dispossessed i feel almost happy
happy that i no longer have to be the prey of your syndrome
i do miss the corybantic wilds of our furious and awful love
i was ready to share everything oh honey what was i thinking of?
Gabrielle, i met the plague of you, i met the plague
i felt like Antonin Artaud because i refused to cry
i saw our withering and thought "nothing tragic"
i saw our withering and thought "good, i'm glad"
did i really try to love you?
Gabrielle, i met the plague of you, l'appel du vide of your trashed exes
i felt like Antonin Artaud because i refused to cry
i saw our withering and thought "how romantic"
i saw our withering and thought "i'm glad"
did you really try to love me? that doesn't sound like you
no not you
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chap pilot
06:16
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getting trolled by inanimate klaxons
they'll leave me alone though t.v. is faster
the children are shown the incest husk, no one wants you to remove the mask, what's the point?
dowager jinx of rat-father no other grey stranger stinking under her burka
bleeding captions like a Noël Coward
crowd fumed with thunderous step mother said it's not sad, this is fun
starved myself for a polygraph, failed so badly we both fell to laughing and you know it
it's not bad it's not sad it's fun
i guess we can surprise ourselves when we stop acting way too tough
i guess we can surprise ourselves when we stop acting way too tough
i guess we can still surprise ourselves when we stop acting so tough
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