1. |
Dayblind
03:33
|
|||
|
praying for sleep when i never prayed before today
holy is he that lay me down until the next day
oh god, never mind
sleep's the god on my mind
what i'd do for you, oh god
what i wouldn't do
body's shaking, joints are aching
feel fucked up, must be mistaken
i ain't slept for two days
ain't feeling okay
but i won't let myself
have it any other fucking way
putting everything off 'til the last minute
sure i won't lose, but i'm
sure not here to win it
i know my limits
just got too many speeding tickets
i'm up and out, i'm never mind
i'm holding out for better times
the sun leaks through the night
just takes it from me
i think i need a hand
i been trying to focus
just as best as i can, but
there's nothing like a good daydream
i think of all the ways i could
catch some sleep, yeah
it gets so hard to stand
but i'm leaning where i can
oh no, shut it off
hit pause one time
peace is hard to find
i ain't learned a damn thing from it
i've just been dancing
to an idle lullaby
bye, bye
my baby, my sweet
i'm dead on my feet
no power, at least not this hour
no i'm not going home
i'll beg and repent
say never again
my sheets will wash my sins away
but not today
and when i'm pure again
i can tell myself it was all pretend, and
i'll sleep the whole ride home
find me some heaven of my own
|
||||
2. |
Do the Right Thing
02:53
|
|||
|
i'm feeling like i'm losing legs
but tonight i'm gonna paint the town red
as soon as i get out of bed
i haven't slept, i need to rest
yeah, i know best
i'm picking my poison and i've been treating my wounds
it's treating me feebly and it's picking at you
i could drown in a dim light
i'm listening now
bright minds think alike when they're flickering out
ooh, ooh
what do i do
if i go too far, like i always do?
and hey, hey
what'll i say
when you ask me if i went and did the right thing?
there's no time for looking back
or keeping my mind on all the things i lack
wish someone would cut the slack
and hand it to me, so i could give it right back
this shit ain't cutting it
this wasn't what i wanted at all
would someone flip the breaker?
'cause it feels like all the lights went off
i'm one shot
too deep
to keep these bridges from burning
and turning tail at sight of me
i'm out cold
i'm on fire
and i don't know if you know
what's been going toe to toe with me
what have i got?
is it what you need?
probably not
i'm washed up, washed out
wash it down with anything
light's out
but the room's still spinning despite
what's in front of my eyes
i'm not going tonight
|
||||
3. |
Frozen Blood
03:06
|
|||
|
huddling around the electric space heater
and i'm always digging for a nickel at the parking meter
oh, praying for the snow every time that it is cold
oh girl, don't you know?
these fingers, they don't budge
it is all the frozen blood
the cold has got to go
ya
oh, i bundled up 'til a couple months
had gone and passed me by
i was beating on your window
in the middle of the winter
when the coldest night arrived
you opened your door to me
and we started a fire
then it burnt right down
just like you found me
frozen, but alive
oh oh, burn slow and i'm so
so cold in my bones that i'm froze
yeah, we had hell to pay
'cause our hearts wouldn't beat the same
and you blamed the winter in my eyes
miss me, hate me today
but you know it's not the same
'cause i blame the way you didn't try
i tried to keep you warm
but girl, i cannot tell what for
you shiver at the sight of me
when you burn the light right out of me
well girl, let's follow form
and it's 'bout time i shut the door
it's warm inside, but not for you
your frozen blood has got to go
|
||||
4. |
Shabby (feat. Shelem)
04:01
|
|||
|
just a little shabby
that's alright though
same clothes as yesterday
but you don't seem to mind, though
i get so down on myself
i can't do anything
but when you come around
i'm Tyson with that left swing
it's the excitement of finding out
that you're not invited
another night in, a song or two
when the blues is biting
you hit me like a sunday morning
spin me like a hurricane
you change the tune of all these songs
inside my fucked up brain
like
it ain't gotta be this way forever
i just wanna be okay
you help me do that
so i'll help you with whatever, any day
it ain't gotta be so sad
i just wanna be so happy so bad
you help me do that
so i'll help you with whatever it is
that you have to do
all my ideas might be half-baked
but i know i ain't half bad
i used to think my worth was based
on the bad thoughts i had
that ain't the truth
least, not to you
when i think about the way
you think of me, i'm not that sad
i'm a good boy, just running in circles
no need to be mad
but props to you
now what to do?
i really wish that i knew how to thank you
dusty lil baddie
raised rusty, real ratty
i still know his addy
but i ain't seen my daddy
in two years
ooh, tears
got my mother, aunties
and a few peers
this goes out to you, cheers
oh i guess i'm
just another mama's boy
'member when we all was poor?
got the type of loyalty
you couldn't pay a dollar for
when i'm with my family
i'm the captain, comma, commodore
schooling all the kids and doing numbers
à la common core
i know i ain't a perfect man
yeah, this ain't the way i had it planned
but i know i'm worth a damn
and i'm alright where i am
|
||||
Massing Huntington, West Virginia
WV's favorite boy band
If you like Massing, you may also like:
ADVICE COLUMN 1
by Various Artists
"Advice Column" is a new collaborative project featuring tracks written, recorded, and produced remotely during quarantine.
go to album
The Chicago multi-instrumentalist sharpens bold, funky hooks into urgent sociopolitical commentary.
go to album
Nothing As It Seems
by Street Rat
The sophomore album from former session musician Imraan Paleker highlights his modern soul, alt-rock, jazz, and electronic sensibilities.
go to album
From Cardiff, Rosehip Teahouse combines the quavering sound of shoegaze with the sugary melodies of indie pop.
go to album
no such thing as too old! a cute compilation!
by Various Artists
Super sweet indie pop compilation with new tracks from Trust Fund, Boosegumps, etc. benefits the St. Louis Legal Fund.
go to album
The Frosted Original
by Ian Crane
Twinkling, glitched-out ambience punctuated by bubbling beats: think Stereolab's foundation if they were less European and more Californian.
go to album
Erudite chamber pop that hearkens back to the elegant and experimental production of the 1960s, swinging from melancholia to playfulness.
go to album
