1. |
My Failure
03:22
|
|||
|
I wrote my failure
On the blackboard, one thousand times
It was the third grade,
And I just couldn’t keep my desk clean
All the rules became clear then
You gotta follow their norms or never be understood
Competition was the law of the land
But I picked a wild goose chase
While the other kids raised their hands
Quick, I'm on the brink
I’m looking for some good advice
Cause I keep running me over
Quick, I’m on the brink
How much more can I "live and learn" again?
All of my dreams
And all my defeats
Added together
Made my beliefs
Oh, but “Rome wasn’t built in a day,”
And "What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,”
Well... not when you’re bleeding to be taken seriously
You see it in the rats and the crows and in the offices and on TV
Quick, I'm on the brink
I’m looking for some good advice
Cause I keep running me over
Quick, I’m on the brink
How much more can I "live and learn" again?
The other day I met an old friend
She said, "love don’t come easy,”
Her own one had broken up.
The biggest question now on her mind—
“What do I do now?”
—Is my same one from growing up.
And I’m in no position to weigh in
But at a penny for my thoughts
I’ll throw to you my two cents:
Seems like all of us want a community,
I'll admit it's getting too hard, though,
To separate them from me.
|
||||
2. |
||||
|
I said to myself today, "you're not gonna be sad anymore"
I paid for my coffee and smiled at the server but she kept looking bored
I sat down at my desk, stared into space for an hour or two or three
I got home and poured myself a drink and settled in for some marathon TV
Leave me alone
'cause I sure know how to binge
You call me on the phone
I don't mind the company but I'm so sick of your advice
It's always...
"Don't give up because you felt frustration,
Don't give into all the crude sensations,
Come on, get up, even though you lack ambition"
It's easier said, than done like a chore
I used to think I'd be happy if I just were doing things
I used to think that a change of scenery was all I needed to feel optimistic
I used to think that all I wanted was someone to take home
And someone to take out
I tried out all of that stuff
But nothing made a difference and nothing ever stuck
I'm a broken bone
With a cast and a crew and a broken record
Made out of sticks and stones
You come to check on me but you come with a price
I'm not buying...
"Don't give up because you felt frustration,
Don't give into all the crude sensations,
Come on, get up, even though you lack ambition"
It's easier said, than done like a chore
And I'm always feeling bound
Oh, and I'm always counting down:
10 months have vaporized since I moved here
9 lives spent and haven't made it through this year
8 days a week and I never feel fine
7 seconds flat to down sobriety this time
666 should be my area code
5 fingers grasping for a little self-control
4 o'clock comes and I start goofing off
3 amigos playing their fucking ears off
2000 light years away
The one I thought would come with me decided to stay
(And, I guess the moral of that story is...)
Don't give up because you felt frustration,
Don't give into all the crude sensations,
Come on, get up, even though you lack ambition
It's easier said than done like a chore
Don't give up cause you don't think you'll make it
Don't give into everyone who says 'fake it'
Come on, get up, tie your shoes, start chasing
It's easier said, than done like a chore
|
||||
3. |
Decomposer
02:50
|
|||
|
I remember the first time that I stepped outside of school
A broken backpack and a pissed degree
And a twisted sense of cool
I never really had a lot of vision
Never really had much of a clue
Never really felt the pull of ambition
Never really dealt well with the rules
Now many years later I’m wondering
Just what the hell I’m gonna do
I don't have the courage of the downtrodden
I don't have the privilege of the few
Well I'm on the road to hell now
And there's the signpost up ahead
A few more miles of good intentions
And I can lay me down to rest
I never really thought about advancing
Never really remembered one day I'd die
Never really felt that time was creeping
Never really saw her swinging scythe
I'm my decomposer.
(Oh I'm a decomposer!)
Now I still remember when we were kids
And we were having fun
But I never understood the truth back then
That schoolyards had to be won
And as the cubs all bit and bloodied their ears
And clawed their way to the top
You said I’m never gonna be the one
to break inside when the doors are locked, cause...
I'm not a survivor. I'm not surviving. I...
|
||||
4. |
||||
|
Throw some earth on the past
Cause it was all a long, long time ago
My memories still bend every thought
But it's time I take their bending away
I never grew up alone
Mom and dad were always haunting
Still, this ode to loneliness has been my soundtrack's symphony
I felt a fire inside
I felt the wind rushing up around my neck
I felt the balance of the world had tilted
And the silt was slipping under my feet
I trembled out to the sea
Rain-blind and a storm was raging
I cast a scream to swells
And I stood like a rock
And I talked
I talked until I couldn't breathe
Sweet kid, too shy–
Don't look 'em in the eye
Spent all of my life
Saying, "I don't need to fight"
Getting out of my way
I’m organizing the little things that make it all run
These tiny steps will inch together
In the coarse marathon up ahead
I cannot retreat on me, I will defeat my worst enemy
I'll cut my teeth, I’ll slice my streaks,
I’ll recover with the weather, and I’ll learn to laugh with me
Sweet kid, too shy–
Don't look 'em in the eye
Spent all of my life
Saying, "I don't need to fight"
Now friends getting hurt
Now strangers losing rights
And I can't just stand by
So now I need to fight
I'll be alright
I'll be alright
I'll be... but now I need to fight
My mind's not always conscious
But I have to make a choice
Listen to the spirits of my fears
Or the praise of my beers
Or the rage of my inner voice
Sweet kid, too shy–
Don't look 'em in the eye
Spent all of my life
Saying, "I don't need to fight"
Now friends getting hurt
Now strangers losing rights
And I can't just stand by
So now I need to fight
Sometimes I just can't see
What's in front, or what's inside of me.
|
||||
Whine Club San Francisco, California
Suhas - Vocals, Guitar
Terry - Vocals, Drums
Phu - Bass, Vocals
If you like Whine Club, you may also like:
Sydney group Bloods decamped to Seattle to make this brief, punchy EP that pairs punk attitude with sky-high hooks.
go to album
Head-banging punk-rock out of London; raging guitars and pulsating drums.
go to album
Low Culture - Places To Hide
by Dirtnap Records
More rip-roaring, snot-nosed punk from the always excellent Dirtnap label, available in blue or black vinyl.
go to album
Turn It Up, Tune 'Em Out
by Teenage Moods
Minneapolis band Teenage Moods' bright indie pop takes on darker subjects and twistier melodic turns on this latest release.
go to album
v/a The Things That Shaped Us Together
by Various Artist
This outstanding compilation of bands from Indonesia puts a focus on atmospheric pop and rock music, with hooks 20-stories high.
go to album
Taking cues from Midwestern emo and early ’10 pop punk, this Leeds, UK outfit are full of heart— not to mention hooks.
go to album
YOU'RE NOT THERE
by Pretty Matty
A new track from Pretty Matty finds the band in top form, delivering clean yet crunchy hook-laden power pop with trademark high energy.
go to album
