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scratch
cold coffee
ground water hard
down
the
drain
the shine
through the slat
the stone
that moved pain
lumps of spoilt flesh are
spewing black bile
skele-man in a panda suit's
birthing a child
half baked little chickies peep
peep out of joint
they're all hunting for eggs
losing the point
what's the point?
i'm losing it...
ya know, “a man's only got 2 things in this world”
grass
blades of rust
wrestle just
past the storm cellar door
immigrant slave soldier dreamer adrift
converged and emerged on a shore
lumps of spoilt meat
pervert and corrupt
there's no life everlasting
just a hole in a cup
and a man with a cloth wipes
an altar boy off
“and also with you”
muffled murmured the flock
so get it off
i don't know how i got here
may just have the key
this is where class meets economy
i don't mind unhinging
if i'm struttin' when i leave
this is where class meets economy
i'm losing it … gonna find myself brand new again
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2. |
Serpentine Creep
02:46
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sometimes I get so sad and anxious I hope no one will notice me it can feel so paralyzing
sometimes I get so sad and anxious I hate it when you look at me I hope no one is noticing this shame don't belong to me it's shedding time do the serpentine creep
I just wanted to know myself never wanted to be no wannabe what's this? It's piss – poor mental health and i'm not who I wanna be I just wanted to know myself don't like hypocrites and I don't like phonies some days I don't much like me but when i'm ready to take my relief the creep's the only thing for me come on everybody serpentine
transmutation
ain't so pretty
when you get down to
the nitty gritty
but it all looks fine
while you
serpentine
creep
when I hear yer racist rhetoric I stop feeling conversational hoping that you die with it when I hear yer wretched rhetoric and you make it sound so recreational hoping when you die with it our differences are generational til then please don't talk to me don't even fucking look at me but you can get in line try the serpentine
creep
everytime that I grow someone gets hurt how come each time that I grow someone gets hurt I think i'm gonna have a spurt and everytime I grow someone gets hurt so come on baby creep with me everybody serpentine
transmutation
ain't so pretty
when you get down to
the nitty gritty
but it all looks fine
while you
serpentine
creep
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3. |
Loomin' Blues
03:07
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Loomin' Blues.... Lie Awake
Got the Fear... It won't shake
Hail Mary... where's my faith?
Fold my hands... but they won't pray
Full of Grace... Fills my face
Got a spinning head... Don't wanna meditate
Got these loomin' blues, feels like impending doom,
I'd wish it get here soon, if it could clean the slate...
Was this a mission? Has the transmission been lost?
Was this a mission? Maybe it was from god?
Achieve ignition. At any and all costs
the blues keep loomin' gotta drive 'em off.
Well, alright! Alright? Alright! I said I'd go all night
I gotta strive to get satisfied
There's no lights there's no lights there's no light
I guess I'm flying blind
But then again aren't all of us?
And I can count on one hand the things that I've done right
I do it every time I'm stuck in the rain
Feels like I'm treading water in a sewage pipe
And these loomin' blues keep banging on my brain.
I ain't doin... All I oughtta do,
Then all I get's these loomin' blues
But I guess I'm only human... maybe you are too?
You ever get these loomin' blues?
Is this it? Is this It? Is this it!?
Are we all dead yet?
We oughtta strive to get satisfied.
But what gives when what gives doesn't get all that it ought to?
We don't get nothing but these loomin' blues
And I can count on one hand the things that I've done right
So before I go casting the blame...
We could use another bucket in this sewage pipe...
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4. |
Reap And Regenerate
03:52
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i'm standing on the shoulders of the ones who came before us and i'm wondering which
way we're gonna turn
though this world be cruel and rotten there's still magic at the bottom and from the flotsam i'll recline to watch it burn … if it burns … until the jetsam floats me home for my return
for as hell is on earth so is heaven
i can tell by the dirt in my hands
all that's sewn and that's grown
through the creases
all while predators make preferable profitable plans
no tradition may live that ain't treated as living
the only strength that survives is adaptive and giving
i know everything's shit but no thing is not sacred i cannot have pride in positions of hatred
i know everything's shit but no thing is not sacred
there's blood and there's bone and there's salt that hath made it
we can make treasure from trash that they gave us and paper cut eyes can bring history's pages in sight
tonight …. what's wrong? … get right … don't fight … alright …. resist … unite
i wanna reap and regenerate
i looked under their rug, swept up more than mistakes i wanna reap and regenerate
we'll get right into the floor boards if that's what it takes i wanna reap and regenerate
i'm standing on the shoulders of the ones who came before us … they said if you're not moving … it must be your turn
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5. |
Nervous Reaction
03:01
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was everyone just waiting around for something to happen?
i think i'm gonna have some kinda nervous reaction
symptoms may include a general dissatisfaction
everybody's having them nervous reactions now
the same old back n forths affirming negative actions
and all they ever gave me was a nervous reaction
they said “you can walk down this block, but don't walk down that one” … or “you still got the right, you oughtta conceal yer weapon”
somethings out of order looks like backwards going forward again
sha-na-na-na-hey-hey I wanna shout at your hill
gonna spew in the aisle 'cause you're making me ill
I don't care how you look I only care how you see
stop putting something between
my brother sister and me
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6. |
Plunge
03:22
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down
down
down plunged the curtain i hope there's time to cover my tracks
my heart is hurting no one knows if i can cover my tracks
there's nothing worse than i told you so i cover my tracks
there's nothing worse than ...
feeling shameful got me walking where the night shade blossoms there's a snake in this cotton field and i think something's rotten and there's just no more time to lay down not for the wicked or the weary or the never ever ever arounds
and if i'm never around you'll never cover my tracks
and if i don't make a sound no one can cover my tracks
but if there's no one around why do i cover my tracks?
Guess if there's no one around ...
i'll stand correction there's a problem with the question the crack in my reflection answered sharply in objection 'if you wanted to cross this divide …. ask how the fire in your heart can match the look that could look me in the eyes'
you were a free quick flyer
a so far survivor
an unexpected surpriser
but you beat your wings tired
became a frequent flyer making guilt trips baby you been racking up the miles going
at least thrice daily til the freak quit flying
until the freak quit flying
could i be like the spider i see out after hours
a stealth steady writer of beauty and power
no pride and no shame to spin her work sour
through the rain she remains despite how you cower
she's a free quick flyer
an X marks her wires
there's no need to hide em
it's natural in fact and she's never gonna cover her tracks
and we can dance through the storm and it'll cover our tracks
and we can always make more but I don't wanna look back
I only quit moving forward when I forget to relax
I only shut all the doors …
to stop the get mes fuck myself felt like protect me ten past a quarter century and this is a forced entry
shove through and step off and
plunge
down
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7. |
W.C.M.E. Reprise
04:21
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